Remember When...

Chapter 3

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I wake in the spare room as I have done every night for the past 6 months, only this time I feel rested. I did not dream last night.

As I sip my morning coffee, I hear a car door close and Ava storms through the front door.

"Men are disgusting, vile cretins" she rages, her eyes flashing.

Obviously Kevin has done something again. I have a real soft spot for Kevin, he reminds me of a young Daniel. Daniel, how my heart aches.

"What has he done now?" I ask, not knowing if I really want to hear the answer.

"He told me this morning that he kissed that Vera at work. He says it didn't mean anything to him and it just happened. Like that makes it better!" she says barely holding it together.

I hold her as she sobs into my chest. "Yes. Men are assholes," I say not only talking about Kevin.

I spend the next few days following my normal solitary routine of the last 6 months. I go to work, I stop by Pinegrove and then I come home. Home. Where I spent so many happy years with the love of my life. God I miss him.

After watching a little TV, its time for bed. "Night Ava" I say giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Brilliant piercing green eyes hold me in place as he stalks to my side. I am unable to move my feet, to get away. Harry. My breathing becomes heavy as my mind remembers his mouth on mine. His soft pink lips. How I would love those lips to work there magic on my wanting body.

As he reaches me he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. His breath fanning my face and those lips, mere inches from my mouth. I gasp at his sheer strength. He moves his other hand to my hair, holding the back of my head in place as he softly nips my lower lip.

My breath hitches in my throat as a small moan escapes my mouth. He takes that as an invite to crash his lips into mine. His tongue pressing my lips apart until he is caressing my tongue with his. He tastes as good as he looks.

I press my hands to his chest, grabbing the collar of his shirt. I don't want him to stop. I part my lips further and moan as our tongues entwine, longingly searching for that deeper connection.

Harry moves his hand from my head, tracing my spine to my hips. In one swift move, he lifts me from the floor and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Harry reaches around and holds me in place by my ass.

His hands move my dress up around my waist and he pushes my panties to the side as he sweeps his fingers along my folds.

"God, you are so wet!" he pants as he pushes one finger inside me.

I moan at his touch. Its been a long time since I have felt this good....

I awaken with a fright and the tears instantly begin to fall.

"What the actual fuck?" I say aloud to myself looking around the spare room.

My mind is reeling. Why am I dreaming about Harry Styles? I love DANIEL. I want Daniel. I need Daniel. As I sit and try to regain my composure, I think about Harry kissing me. Why would he do that? He can have any woman he wants. He has HAD any woman he wants. Why me?

I guess I will never know why but deep down, it makes me smile a little to know that after everything I have been through, I still look good enough to catch the eye of a young man. Even if that man is a man-whore, I say aloud as I giggle to myself.