Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Seven

I was curled up on the couch reading Paper Towns when Anne almost tripped down the stairs on her long dress. I laughed as she tried to put on a pair of heels but miserably failed.

"Where are you heading off too?" I asked her as I leaned down to help her with her shoes.

She gave me an exasperated look and let out a huge sigh.
"Your father decided that we needed to have a date night. He made reservations at this fancy restaurant that I don't even want to go too," She said, throwing in an eye roll. I giggled at her childish behaviour as I helped Anne to her feet. She was dressed in a strapless forest green dress that flowed down to her ankles. She matched the dress with a pair of shiny silver heels that reflected the rhinestones that adorned her chest.

"Is something wrong? Should I wear something else?" Anne worried but I merely shook my head, she looked breathtaking. I suddenly understood where Harry had gotten his good looks from.  I guess the sparkling green eyes ran in the family.

"Nothing's wrong! You look beautiful. Dad's gonna love it," I winked at her and pushed her out the door where my dad was already waiting in his car.

"I left some money for you on the table, just in case you get hungry!" She called out before sitting in the car. I waved goodbye and watched as the car drove down the street before shutting the door and letting out a huge sigh. I had the whole house to myself and I didn't know what to do. Harry was out, doing God knows what and I couldn't invite Stella because she had to babysit. I considered asking Grifyn if he wanted to come over but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I was simply bored. Deciding to put on a movie, I plopped onto the couch and scrolled through Netflix. I felt really sleepy for some reason so I decided to put on Mockingjay which I had previously watched, just in case I fell asleep halfway through. I grabbed a blanket and lay horizontally on the couch. As Katniss appeared on screen, I fought to keep my eyes open but I eventually lost that battle.

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I woke up suddenly because of my phone notifying me that I had received a text message. I groaned and checked the time. 11:37 pm, I literally slept for three hours. Realizing that I skipped dinner, I got up to go make myself something but stopped suddenly when I noticed something odd. There was a pair of stilettos that seemed as if they were taken off in a rush. The door wasn't fully closed either meaning that the person who had recently entered didn't care enough to even close the door. Walking towards the kitchen slowly, I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Harry's leather jacket laying on the floor. I suddenly realized what was going on when I heard the moaning. Running into the kitchen, I grabbed the rolling pin that was conveniently lying on the counter and slowly walked up the stairs. I almost puked when I heard the girl moan Harry's name. Tip toeing towards Harry's room, I realized that the dickwad had left the door open. I held the rolling pin like a baseball bat just in case I needed to whack someone with it. When I finally reached his room, I was a bit conflicted as to how I was going to ruin his moment.

"Oh fuck, please!" I gagged and decided to make it quick. For some fucking reason, I thought it'd be a good idea to enter his room. Harry and his playmate didn't notice me at first as I stood in the doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled to get their attention.

Harry stopped mid-thrust and seemed to realize that I was standing there. I pointed my rolling pin at the girl that was lying naked on the bed with wide eyes.

"You, get the fuck out of here," I sneered, covering my eyes.She obeyed my orders and quickly put on her semi-decent clothing before running out the door.
"I'll call you!" Said the bastard himself. I turned my head to Harry who seemed a bit shocked. I shielded my eyes to avoid looking at his little friend.

"You're fucking disgusting, did you even care that I was literally downstairs while you were up here having sex with that girl?" I asked him, quite calmly may I add. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset. I looked him dead in the eyes and gave him a sincere look of disgust before I ran into my room and slammed the door, once again. I always seemed to be slamming a lot of doors in Harry's presence. I sat in my window and watched as a couple walked down the street, holding hands and lost in each other's presence. Sometimes I wished that I had better luck with boys and I didn't get stuck with the boys that were only looking for a blowjob instead of a first date. Someone knocked on my door and I rolled my eyes in annoyance, knowing very well who was behind the door.

"Blake, I know you're in there. Can I come in?" I didn't feel like looking at his face and so I ignored it but after a minute of consistent knocking I finally gave in and let him come in. I refused to look at him and instead I gazed out the window and counted the stars. Harry let out a deep sigh, as if contemplating what were the right words to say. Honestly I had no clue.

"I'm sorry," I gasped when I heard the two words leave his mouth. I looked towards him but quickly turned away when I saw that all he wore were boxers.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd at least look at me when I apologize," He continued,

"Well I will, once you explain what you're apologizing for," I answered stubbornly. If he wanted me to accept his apology, he better mean it.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I came home drunk and I almost had sex with a girl while you were downstairs," He muttered. I faced him slowly but regretted it when I saw his noticeable erection sticking out through his boxers. My cheeks heated up and I tried to focus on something else in the room. I adjusted the strap of the  tank top that I was wearing but stilled when I heard footsteps coming towards me. I felt Harry's fingers graze across my shoulder delicately and I had to prevent myself from leaning into his touch. Goosebumps graced my skin as he slowly adjusted the strap for me, leaving his hand on my back longer than it needed to be. He fiddled with my bra straps that were hooked so they were in a racerback position. He unhooked the straps so that they were in their normal position.

"Why aren't you stopping me?" Harry whispered huskily against my neck, I could almost imagine the smirk on his face. Wait, why wasn't I stopping him?

"Harry, you need to go. Go back to your room and don't even try talking to me," I stood up suddenly and
grimaced at how immature my words were but I couldn't think straight. Harry looked at me with confusion while shuffling out the door, closing it behind him. He was obviously a bit bothered as to why I reacted so suddenly and I almost felt bad for kicking him out like that but I remembered that he was literally having sex with a girl earlier in the night. I changed into my pyjamas and lay under my blanket, still wondering why he had this affect on me. Why didn't I stop him? Why did I want him to continue and never stop?

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Hi, sorry I had extreme writers block while writing this. I hope you enjoy it!

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-jazz