Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 5

Fay

My book was slapped out my hand.

"Fay, I heard a little story about you!" Niall smirks. Niall Horan, one of Harry's best friends. He was a four year varsity soccer player, along with Harry and the other dimwits in his posse.

"Oh yeah, and what was that?" I sarcastically smile back, picking up the book he slapped out of my hands.

"I heard in gym class, you wouldn't change in the locker room. Maybe embarrassed of something?" He states. As he says this, he grabs a handful of my chest. I draw back and give him a dirty look.

"What's wrong with you!" I yell at him. "That's probably the first pair of breast you've touched, I can see why." I shove him away from me. As I'm walking away, I look over to Harry. He's not saying anything, but he watched the entire interaction.

"You guys are disgusting!" I shout lowly.

Luckily for me, that was at the end of the day. I walked home and threw myself on to my bed. I couldn't muster up the energy to cry about something so stupid. It would've been a waste of my time.

I take off my uniform top, looking in the mirror. There's a barely noticeable handprint on my breast. The white lace bra, it's never been seen to any other human eye. One small tear rolls down my cheek. Leave it to Niall Horan to be the first boy from school to touch me. There's a knock at my door, and it's being opened.

"Fay- oh, I'm so sorry!" It's Harry. He's covering his eyes now and facing the wall.

I walk over to him and turn him around. "Oh bullshit, you didn't say anything to defend me there, why come here and say sorry!" I yell. His eyes are now open and he's facing me, looking down at my chest.

"I'm sorry Fay, I didn't know what to say. Like I said, you held your own." This makes me laugh.

"Why are you here!" I shout again. I've let my emotions take over me at this point. I am completely unaware my shirt is still off, I'm too upset.

"I'll be here everyday after school to clean, remember?" He asks. He cheeks are red again. His neck is even flushed. He is trying to keep his eyes on mine, and not look below my neck.

"Then I suggest you do that." I say. He doesn't say anything else. He just hurriedly walks out and shuts the door behind him. I hear him mutter an apology as he walks out.

Maybe I was a little too hard on him. Really, it wasn't his fault. He had never said anything on my behalf before. Sitting outside with me for less than an hour wasn't going to change that. I slip a t-shirt on and walk out of the door.

"Harry?" I call out. I can't see him throughout the house. I look around once more before heading back upstairs, that's when I hear him. I put my ear up to the bathroom door. I hear moaning. Quiet, heavy moans. I hear the wet sound of his hand working himself. I pull away from the door, feeling my cheeks heat up. This feels like something I shouldn't be hearing, but I just can't help myself. I put my ear back up to the door again.

He's going faster now, his moans are getting louder. He whispers curses and I hear him moan out one final time. A few seconds later the sink comes on, I hurry away from the door, running into my room and shutting the door quickly.

"Fay?" He says. "Come in" I respond

"I really am sorry about earlier, at school." He clears up.

My cheeks are still red, I can just feel it.

"I appreciate it. I'm sorry too, it's not something you did or can really control." I give him a small smile so he knows I'm serious.

"I know my friends are hateful, but Niall normally isn't like that. You just have to get to know him" He says. I laugh.

"When would be the best time to do that? Before or after he gropes me?" I spit out with sarcasm.

Harry looks at the ground. He doesn't say anything else. He gives me a small nod only.

"Look, I need to get back to cleaning, but I'm sorry." He says before walking out.

I don't have the chance to say anything else, he's already shut my door. I take a breath and shut my eyes, leaning against my headboard. I think back to the noises I heard in the bathroom. I feel my checks heat again, and a small warmth in my stomach. I think back to the last time I've felt that feeling, hoping a past experience will help me decipher how I'm feeling now.

It was when Trey Hollenton kissed me. He was an older boy from the community college. He grabbed my waist and I allowed his hands to travel down my back. That was the last time I felt a warmth in my body such as this. I seem to be tired, a little riled up from the events earlier. I rest my head on my pillow. I can't help but wonder what made him do it at that moment.