Preferably In Bed Sheets

22/03

"Yeah mum, I know it's a school night but Paige and I have to finish the assignment for tomorrow and at this rate of going we'll not have it finished at all. It's part of my overall grade and if I fail it, I'll fail the entire subject."

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from giggling. Harrison had his lips against my neck and l was struggling to tell a satisfying lie with such an irresistible distraction.

"Delilah, Martha wants to speak to you before you go."

A few moments passed before I heard my eldest sister's voice speak through the phone.

"Hey D, just wanted to remind you of the family dinner on Friday night so don't be making any plans. Andrea and I are staying at the hotel now with his family who are really excited to meet you. I'll see you Friday and behave at Paige's."

She knew. She totally knew I wasn't at Paige's house. The line went dead and I could finally focus my attention on Harrison. He lifted me off the sofa bridal style and carried me to his bedroom like a queen. He dropped me on his bed, receiving girly giggles from me.

"Are you okay?" he asked between kisses.

I nodded, not wanting anything to ruin the moment. He began to unbutton my shirt with hungry movements, savoring every moment. Harrison pulled back for air and roughly opened his bedside cabinet.

"Shit. Stay right here, just need to go get a condom."

Harrison hopped out of the room like a rabbit on E numbers. I looked around his room for the first time. The walls were painted a dark shade of blue with a red lampshade reflecting a purplish colour on the walls. His double bed was between his bedside cabinet and a miniature keyboard. I liked his musical touch. Harrison is like a stroke of colour in a composition.
I was checking myself in his mirrored wardrobe to ensure my hair was straight and my bra looked sexy enough. I wanted nothing more than to impress my boyfriend with the laundry I rushed to buy after school. The red lace complimented my skin tone. I was trying out poses for Harrison to walk into when his phone flashed. I didn't intentionally pry but I'm glad I did.

Bethany: Hey, free tonight? Want to come over? I'm thinking about you...

Bethany sent a photo.

Who the fuck is Bethany?

Harrison opened the door to see me with his phone in my hands; A horrified look upon my face. He face immediately dropped into guilt. He knew he's done wrong. I'm such a fool.

"Delilah... I'm- it's"

"Save it. I'm done with idiots like you. Where you going to screw me and then tell me about her or what?"

"I haven't done anything with her. She's just my friend."

I was buttoning my shirt back up and zipping my skirt up. Harrison was trying to stop me, to talk to me but I wasn't having it. I'm sick of guys walking all over me.

I pushed out of the house and into the breezy April air. Harrison shouted my name from his doorway but I was already halfway down the street by now. Tears threatened to stain my cheeks, but I fought them back. I searched my pocket for my phone and sighed a breath of relief upon realising I didn't leave it at that jerk's house. I scrolled down my contacts list, searching for one in particular.

I pressed the green call button and waited for an answer. Nothing. I tried again, with the same response and settled for voice mail.

"Hey Jessie, I'm... I don't know what to say. Harrison is texting other girls and it's- please call me back, I need you."

The tears spilt. I walked a little further before crashing on a bench. This is so surreal. I'm sitting in my school uniform on a park bench at 11:02 on a Monday night. I'll have to go home and come up with a lousy excuse of why I'm home. I'll have to tell everyone else about Harrison.

My ringing phone shook me out of my thoughts and I jumped to answer it, thinking it was Jessie. Instead it was Harrison. I denied his call and put my phone into my bag. I'm not dealing with him at the moment.

I carried on walking, feeling blisters burn my heels. After thirty minutes of walking, I was outside my front door, key in hand and dignity on the floor. I crept in quietly, hearing the faint snoring of my dad from his bedroom. I slid into my room, glad to have Sian out and my privacy returned.

I changed into one of dad's old shirts and a pair of shorts. Unzipping my bag, I checked my phone before I slept, making sure Jessie didn't reply. Only a few texts and calls from Harrison. Why would I expect him to reply after yesterday? I did tell him to leave me alone.

I fell asleep surprisingly easy, allowing the tears to wash away my self pity.

***

My eyes flickered open at the gentle noise in my room. I lay still on my side facing the wall in the dark room. The noise was my window sliding open and closed with a body entering.

I felt the comforting figure move across the room, quietly to not wake the already woken me. He slipped under my duvet and slung his right arm over my waist to pull me close to him. I entwined our fingers together, needing to hold onto him and never let go. I needed him and now he's here.