Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 6

Harry

I think somethings wrong with me. I don't know what came over me in that moment. It was something about how innocent Fay looked. Her lips, they were glossy and pink. Her breast were spilling out of her white, lace bra. I couldn't help myself. It felt like being in first year again.

During those final moments in the bathroom, guilt crept over me. I wasn't supposed to see her like that. I don't even converse with her in school, couldn't even defend her to a mate of mine. It felt wrong now.

I was hoping she would at least accept my apology. Maybe if I didn't specify, she would accept my apology for both of my wrong doings. One, not sticking up for her, and two, picturing her on her knees in front of me while I stroked myself in her bathroom.

I was getting ready to leave now, sending a message to Niall and Louis that I would meet them at the pub.

I start my car and drive away from her house, just being finished with my cleaning. Her mother, Annalise was paying me an awful lot for such a small amount of cleaning. It was just Fay there, and she always tidied up around her messes. Cleaning her dishes, wiping up her crumbs. She was just polite like that.

Pulling into the local pub, I see them walking in.

"Hey fellas" I smile at them, walking over to order a pint.

"Harold, we have to know, are you cleaning Fay Beck's house?" Niall asks me right away. I could lie, I could say no, but they would find out sooner or later.

"Oh yeah, I don't see her too often there though." I respond, looking them in the eyes and smiling, maybe too much. I could tell them about what I saw today. I could make jokes. She never told anyone I was working there though, and it seemed like something that wasn't to share. It was private.

"Where else would she be, he laughs, she doesn't have any friends to be out with." He laughs loudly at this. I find myself getting annoyed.

"Sure mate, you sure you don't fancy her or something, you know a lot about her?" I ask. He stops laughing for a second and then slaps the table, laughing louder and harder.

"Mate, you can't be serious. Hey, I will say though, fuller in the chest than I thought." I feel my face grimace. If he only knew.

"I'm just wondering what she's ever done to any of us, I guess?" I say this as a question, hoping I'm not sounding too defensive.

Louis looks over to me and gives me a small smile before looking down. He's always been a bit softer than the rest, only taking part in some of the lighter bullshit. He'd never harm her though, or assault her in anyways. I'd assume he knew today was taken too far as well.

"I guess nothing mate. She's just weird. She has no friends and I heard she doesn't even change in the locker room in front of the girls, maybe she's into girls" He states this as a fact, holding his hands up. I believe this isn't true. I believe she hasn't been with anyone in the school, so they make up these rumors, feeling envious of what they've never seen. I don't respond to him, just shrug my shoulders and continue sipping on my pint.

"Let's talk something else, lads excited for the match on Friday?" Louis asks us. It does exactly what he meant it to do. We are all chatting about the match for the next hour, drinking pints. It's not long after our few beers that we all decide to head home.

Getting home, I shut my door to my room. Changing my clothes, my mind starts to wonder a little. Why hasn't Fay been with anyone at school? It's our senior year, we'll  all be off to university soon. I begin to wonder if she's ever let anyone touch her, or if she's ever touched herself. I feel my cock grow in my pants. Stopping my thoughts before I start to feel guilty, I look over to my nightstand, seeing the note her mother left for me. It has her number and Fay's number, along with other information on the house.

I take my phone and save Fay's contact.