The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 18

Harry Styles

"What?" I ask as I watch her get dressed, and I start dressing myself.

She doesn't answer, just ignores me like I didn't even speak.

"Brooke." I move closer to her. I touch her shoulder before she can get off the bed and she turns to look at me. There's an emotion in her eyes I can't catch, and it scares me.

"Do you regret it?" I ask as I put on my boxers.

She furrows her eyebrows. "What?" She stares at me.

"Do you regret it?" I ask again.

"No." She answers.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"What did you expect, me to rub your back or something? I told you we were going to fuck, nothing more." She replies, getting up from the bed and looking for her shoes.

"I know, but why did you say it can't happen again?"

She lets out a laugh."Jesus Christ." She puts on her shoes and leans against the wall while I stare at her from my bed.

"Harry, we are not friends. What we have done now was just in the heat of the moment. I don't want it to happen again."

"So you regret it?"

She throws her head back with an exasperated huff. "No."

"Then why can't it happen again?"

"Are you that desperate? Or have you not realized that we hate each other."

I get up and walk towards her. "It doesn't seem like it after what we did. Brooke it's obvious we feel something for each other."

"Yeah, physical attraction. Nothing more." She answers fast as she literally checks me out from being in front of her only with my underwear on.

"Looks like you're trying to convince yourself more than me." I shrug.

She scoffs, finally looking at my eyes. "You're the one who kissed me, I just followed."

"So what you're saying is that we wouldn't have had sex if I didn't— well, you know."

"Attached your mouth to mine just like that. Yes, we wouldn't have had."

"So you do regret it?"

"Is this a joke?"

"No. I want to know that you're actually okay with what happened. I know you were high, I could smell the weed." I run a hand through my hair. It pissed me off the moment she entered my house and the scent of weed filled my nostrils. I fucking hate the fact that she's did something illegal and I couldn't do anything to stop it. And also the fact that she's slowly killing herself, that as well.

I know it's stupid to say, Brooke needs more than a joint to get high, that's for sure, but I just want to make sure everything that has happened it's okay with her.

She sighs. "I'm fine, okay? Things like this happen every time. At the end of the day we search for pleasure, so that's what we got. We used each other for pleasure, nothing else." She moves her eyebrows. "Just try not to kiss me again." She goes around me grabbing my shirt and tossing it at me.

"Same goes for you." I say as I put it on.

"I've never kissed you out of the blue." She replies, and my brows furrow.

"Uh, yes you did." I look at her.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."