Chapter twenty-four
*Harry's pov*
"Stop moping around Harry, you must have known dating her you would always be second option." Teddy tried to cheer me up. Her party was relatively small with familiar faces. As much as I wanted to enjoy it I couldn't, not while I was in a fight, I think we were a fight at least, with Scarlett. After an hour she dragged me to dance and by ten I was slightly drunk to say the least.
Two small arms wrapped around my torso to which I immediately turned around and shook off.
"I have a girlfriend" Before I carried on I realised it was Scarlett. "I'm so glad you came!" I slurred.
"Of course I did." She smiled, "I'll always find my way to you, no matter what."
*Scarlett's pov*
Harry was a stumbling, drunk mess the whole time. However it reassured me I made the right choice choosing him tonight how he was so faithful and wouldn't even dance with another girl. I brought him back to my house after the party and sobered him up before cuddling up to watch a movie.
"Jawbreaker really?" he shook his head laughing that I still remembered that the first time we hung out he accidently quoted a line. "How come you came tonight?"
"Harry?" I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "Because no matter what, I'm going to love you. And only you."
His body stiffened underneath me, which was what I expected him to do. "I don't expect you say it back yet. I just needed you to know how I felt."
"I really do want to say it." He sighed. "It scares me, which is lame I know."
Before he could ramble on I connected our lips. Our little kiss turned into a little more of a make-out session. I unbuttoned his shirt however he broke the kiss and looked at me with a questioning look.
"I'm sure. I want you to be my first, Harry." I whispered looking into his deep green eyes. Without another word Harry picked me up while I sucked softly on his neck and took me to my bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed and climbing on top of me and kissed me tenderly.
"I love you." I whispered breathlessly as he thrusted one last time. "So fucking much."
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FanfictionHe places the hand-rolled cigarette between his plum lips as he watches her walk into the school. She was the typically perfect 'it' girl; and he was just scum.
