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|Chapter 25|

Fran's POV

"He did what!" Harry shouted from across the room causing me to wince.

"He.. Kissed me" I frowned, I expected a reaction, but not like this.

"I'm going to kill him" he spit, stomping his way past me to the front door.

"No! Harry! It's not worth it!" I shouldn't have said anything.

"No Fran! He needs to be taught a lesson! He needs to know he can't have what's mine!" The veins in his neck pulsed.

"Do you hear yourself? I'm not some piece of property!" I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"T-thats not what I meant" he back tracked.

I shook my head, "yeah okay"

"Babe" he stepped closer, "I-I love you, and I just.. This isn't the first time, I don't want you to leave me for him" he plopped down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

My anger slowly slipped away.

"Harry.. No" I understand Harry's ill feelings towards Michael. He had a secret affair with Amber. I cringed at the memory. "That would.. Never happen"

When I looked up my heart broke. Once Harry noticed my stare he turned around, quickly wiping his eyes. "I know it wouldn't.. I just, I don't want you hanging around Michael anymore."

"It's fine I get it" I nodded.

It's good to see him finally calming down.

"Come here" he spoke, reaching for my wrist.

I winced.

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

"What's wrong?" He stood up, towering over me, looking concerned.

"It's nothing" I shook my head, hiding my wrists behind my back.

"Francis" his eyes lowered.

"Harold" I winked trying to divert his attention.

"Give me your wrist" he demanded.

I sighed in defeat knowing I wasn't going to win this one.

He slowly peeled my long sleeve back, his eyes darkening with anger.

"Who?" He growled, eyes still on my wrist.

"He didn't mean it" I whimpered, before I could say anything else Harry was already out the door.

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Michaels POV

Oh god I am so stupid! What was I thinking!

Amber's going to kill me.

Harry's going to kill me.

I'm going to kill me.

This is just great.

Fran is never going to speak to me again. I don't know why I did it. I was just so blinded by her beauty I couldn't think correctly. I don't know what these feelings are.

There was a knock on the door.

It's probably Amber here to kill me.

The knocking quickly turned into pounding.

I slowly approached the door, my head spinning.

I quickly swung the door open to reveal a fuming Harry.

Great.

His hands immediately gripped my shirt as he slammed me against the mirrored wall, causing it to shatter into millions of pieces.

"I'm sorry!" I cried. Frantic.

"Too late" he snarled, before his fist connected with my face.

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