The Decuplets

Henry - The Hero of the Heart

Scarlett

I woke up with crusted eyes and sweat all over– going to bed with tears leftover was not the smartest move.

I lifted myself out of bed and dragged myself to the shower. Turning the lever almost to full hot water capacity, I got undressed and began my day.

Once I did my hair, makeup, and got dressed, I was off to the kitchen.

Grabbing a banana, I sat at the table on my phone.

"Hey, Scarlett. How are you?" Someone asked making me jump. I looked across from me and saw Henry.

"Have you been here the whole time?" I questioned for my sanity. He nodded yes.

"Oh, well I am good," I replied, placing the unfinished banana down.

"Josh hasn't left his room," he told me.

I looked up. "Good."

"Sorry about that, by the way. I would have stopped him if I knew," he apologized before widening his eyes, "I mean, we would have, of course."

He was acting weird, but not weird-gross, weird-nervous.

"It isn't your fault," I laughed, standing up to drink some water.

"There's a teen club that opens at 3 if you want to come with me to check it out?"

Was Henry asking me out right now?

"Yeah, definitely," I smiled, placing my cup in the sink.

We chatted for about another minute before he left. I was heading up the stairs as Brandon was coming down.

"Don't you think you should take a break from boys?" He teased with a smirk as his eyes followed Henry out the door.

"Says the nerdy fuckboy," I shot back, my smirk increasing as his dropped.

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Three o'clock came rather quickly as did four. Five shots in, both Henry and I were feeling great.

The whole entire hour we bonded: I knew his favorite color was red, his favorite artist was Drake, he wanted to go to the olympics for skiing, and he hates ketchup.

I also knew he had a crush on me.

"You look so good in a braids! What!" he shouted over the music. I waved my hands in denial.

"No! They make me look like I am five years old!"

"You've always looked good in braids."

Always?

"How about those photos you posted from skiing?" he asserted, pulling up my Instagram post. I blushed.

"You're embarrassing me," I whined jokingly, shoving his phone back towards his pocket.

We sat down in a set of chairs and he brought him up again.

A few words in and I was already in tears.

"How the fuck could you do that to someone?" I cursed, sniffling.

"Because he's a fucking idiot," Henry scoffed.

"He told me I was his, he was obsessed with me, all that shit," I spieled, my posture droopy.

"'Everything happens for a reason,'" I mimicked.

"I still think it does," Henry remarked, looking at me. I looked back at him.

He led me over to a hallway off to the side where the bathrooms were located. Wasting no time, he shoved me up against the wall– one of his arms extended up over me as the other held my waist.

"Can I kiss you?"

I leaned in as a response. My world was spinning, but I felt perfectly fine. I cupped his face with my hands as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands squeezed my body, everywhere.

Sure, it may seem like he was capitalizing off my sorrows, but I could tell he was not that type of guy.

You thought that about Josh...

No, seriously– Henry was different. He seemed like he was in awe of me. His eyes glistened as he spoke to me and he listened to every word I said.

"Hey, kids! Get out of here! This is no place for mouth sex!" An older man shouted, causing us to pull away giggling.

He held my hand and ran with me out the club and over to the pool.

He sat down in a lounge chair and pulled me onto him. I laid on his body, resting my head in the crevasse of his neck.

"You smell amazing," he complimented to which I thanked him.

Henry planted a kiss to the side of my head. "And my favorite color looks great on you."

I was in a corset-style red top and black denim shorts.

He had a cream button down light-weight short sleeve top on, with it almost completely unbuttoned, and white linen pants.

I thought about my next words before saying them. I never have wanted to move so fast with someone in my life. I wasn't sure if it was my drunk thoughts, heartbreak, or the liking I was growing towards this man, but I felt spontaneous.

"Want to come back to my villa?"

His eyes lit up as he shot up from the chair and threw me over his shoulder. I was laughing so hard as he sprinted to my villa, through the doors, and straight to my room.

He locked them and tossed me onto the bed.

Henry was fun, kind, affectionate: everything a girl could want.

So, the bare minimum...

We began making out again before pausing to put on a movie.

Then we made out some more...

Then we watched some of the movie and cuddled...

Then made out again...

And then he took his shirt off and I did the same. The sounds of the movie faded into the background as we progressed with our fun.

We had sex.

No way I have had sex twice in Puerto Rico with two different men...

Who the fuck am I?

He let me stay in bed as he dressed me and cleaned up the scene. He came back over, kissing me once more, before getting under the covers.

"Can I sleep here with you tonight, angel?"

My face was burning fucking red.

"Of course."

He held me tightly as he began to drift off to sleep.

"Hey, Henry, I just want to reiterate that I am not looking for anything serious right now."

He smiled before groggily replying. "I know, but that doesn't mean you deserve to be treated worthlessly."

I smiled as he shut his eyes once more. I felt so safe in his arms. Every thought of Josh was gone. Moving on did not seem too bad after all...

I guess I'll see how I feel in the morning.