Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 8

Fay

I no longer wondered what took over him in the bathroom that night. I understood now. I understood the want, the urgency of release he had.

I couldn't help myself. Whenever he got up and walked back inside, I found myself heated between my legs. I had to go inside. I also couldn't help moaning his name. Thinking of him on top of me, filling me up and feeling how wet he'd gotten me.

I sit up in bed, he's now seated on my floor.

"So, you think I should just apply to NYU?" He asks. I nod and start to eat the rest of my orange.

"You know, if you're worried about seeing me, don't. It's a big campus and you should do something you actually want to do." I tell him.

"Maybe, I probably will." He says, not even looking up from his laptop. "I already know my mom is going to lose her shit." I shake my head and speak over him.

"Stop Harry. You know she just wants you to be happy. Annalise wanted me to go into law, and then I told her I would hate myself and my life!" I say dramatically. He laughs at this.

"Well, I guess you have a point. I assume your mom is paying for your tuition?" He asks, but he knows the answer.

"Exactly, and she was okay with my change of heart. She knew it was my life no matter what. You even have more of a reason to choose your degree, you'll be paying for it." I tell him, but I've already told him before.

He looks up to me and smiles, and then looks back down.

In the last few days, Harry and I have gotten closer. Sharing private moments, only in the bubble of my house. When at school, we act as if we do not know each other. I've never came clean about my sexual desires, and he's never fessed up either. He's stopped going to Niall's in the evening, just opting for the guest bed again. Whenever I got his message, I was surprised. Of course I wanted to help, I'm a firm believer that everyone should get out of this town.

"I better get going to bed." He says. I nod and stand up, stretching my legs. Ever since he's been staying here, I've found myself filled with sexual frustrations. Him going to bed would only do me good.

"Sounds good, I'll see you in the morning?" I try not to rush him, but I just can't help it. He nods and stands up, collecting his belongings. I wonder if Harry has felt the same way at all. I haven't heard any bathroom breaks in the last two weeks. If he was feeling the same way, he's hidden it better.

As he shuts the door, I wait a few seconds before stripping myself down. I fall back on my bed and begin to pull at my nipples. Feeling myself get wetter, I lick two fingers and start to circle my clit. Keeping my moans in, I continue until I slip the two fingers in. I'm biting onto my pillow to stop my moans from coming out, knowing he's a door away. My belly starts burning and I move my fingers faster.

I'm getting close, but before I can continue, the door opens.

"Hey I forgot my pho-" Harry stops his sentence. I sit up quickly and feel my cheeks get very warm.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I yell out.

"I was just in here! I didn't know you'd be doing that!" He makes a very valid point. Proving I have no self control even more.

"I'm sorry, I should've locked my door." I say, standing up and covering myself with the quilt from my bed. He doesn't say anything, he just begins to step over to my bed. He sits down next to me.

"What had you so worked up?" He asks, he says this very lightly, he's blushing as he says it and his breath is uneven. I blink a few times. This is one of those times I could lie, I could say Samuel from history class had sent me a nude photo, that I just couldn't help myself. Or, I could be honest.

"You" I say, looking him in the eye and biting my lip. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in. At this point, I'm sure he's going to kiss me. I close my eyes and lean into him. I feel him wrap the blanket tighter around me as he leans into my ear.

"I'm so sorry I walked in, next time lock your door." I'm shocked as he says this. I'm not sure why I thought he was going to feel that rush if I was honest. I laugh into his shoulder, closer than we usually are.

"You're ridiculous. I was joking!" I continue to laugh to make it more believable. "Sam, from history. He talks to me sometimes, only over the phone, never at school. It's our secret." I lie.

He looks surprised. He doesn't say anything, just nods and stands up.

"More than I ever wanted to know Fay!" He laughs. I smile at him, feeling very exposed and embarrassed.

"I'll lock my door next time, no worries" I smile again, my cheeks are hurting from maintaining this smile. I watch him walk out the door, looking him up and down.

At first, I was offended. Slightly hurt. But then, I realized he never grabbed the "phone" he came into get. It was in his pocket as he walked out.