Brutal some might say, cruel to others. Aphrodite was none of those of course, just the best at what she did with no shame. Named after a Greek goddess obviously she was going to be a narcissistic bitch willing to do anything to get her way no matte...
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APHRODITE.
For the second night in the row I was laid next to Harry, only this time a barrier was broken.
I didn't place a pillow in between us and threaten him to stay on his side like I always would do. It seemed pointless considering his fingers were inside me the day before and he always happened to end up on top of me anyways. But still, being fully aware of our actions and being unconscious during sleep and still making our way to each other were two different things. Too difficult to pick apart. Too domestic. If our bodies were moving on it's own to each other, there was no way what could've happened if I wasn't waking up every few hours and moving away from him.
When I woke up the final time it was half past twelve and Harry was still clung onto me, shifting awake. I had never woken up this late, even when I was younger. There was loud clatter downstairs followed by small feet running around the halls, waking anyone who wasn't already awake. Annoyance is the first emotion to fill my senses, but when a curly headed blonde girl runs into the room and onto the bed a new on replaces it.
Joy.
I quickly sit up, dropping Harry's head from my chest and letting it fall into my lap. The last thing I wanted was another person seeing us like this, fake dating or not. She makes her way over to us with a huge smile, sitting on top Harry's collarbones while trying to lean on me too. She reminded me so much of my little sister. Radiance in its purest form.
Her mouth was covered in sticky syrup as she pressed her face to my arm. I could only dread how messy that was going to be to clean up her face along with my skin. Harry began shifting awake again, his hand meeting her back and his head turning to face me. A smile teased his lips as his eyes opened, staring up at me.
"Good morning." He rasped out. Olivia immediately focuses her attention on him and talks about anything and everything, but he's only mindlessly paying attention to her. His eyes flicker to me every so often to watch my reaction and frankly, I was paying even less attention than he was. I was analyzing Harry's strange behavior, and more so how he didn't move off of me when he woke up.
He was doing this to mock me. To show that I gave up in the end and let myself fall into his antics. I focus my attention back into Olivia when she grabs my hand and gets off the bed, pulling me to go with her. As much as I wanted to stay in the room for a while longer I follow behind her, grateful that Harry put shorts on my half asleep body last night.
Before I could get very far he was pulling my other arm towards him, causing me to lose my grip on her and stumble back to the bed, barely catching myself before our chests were touching. His fingers tangle into my hair as he presses his plump lips to mine, preventing me from moving away. It was kept brief, a hum coming from his throat as he separated our lips with a smacking sound.
He kept me close, but far enough that I could open my eyes and see his. "I know you hate me, you don't have to say it." He whispers. "Just had to do that one more time." He presses another fast kiss to my lips and lets me go, leaving me dazed and confused.
