Irresistible

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Before I even made it to my front door, the tears spilled out. I started to sob as I looked through my bag for my keys but I could barely see because the tears were blurring my vision. But I was in no mood for any neighbors to come out and see me like this; vulnerable, weak, hung over and a complete mess. I finally found my keys behind my wallet and fished them out. I quickly opened my door and walked in, kicking my heels off and taking my phone out of the bag.

I needed Harry right now.

I felt lonely and horrible. I just felt like a hard, cold bitch. I literally hated myself right now. I somehow pressed on Harry's name on my Favorites list and put the phone to my ear trying not to cry.

"Hey love," Harry said once picking up. "Miss me already?"

"Can you come over?" I asked him softly.

"Is everything alright?" he quickly asked.

"Chris just broke up with me," I said, sobbing into the phone, not being able to hold it in any longer.

"I'll be there in five minutes." Harry hung up and I found myself curling up into a ball on the floor. I just couldn't stop feeling like complete shit. Chris was an amazing guy and I completely blew it. I took advantage of him and didn't let myself take the fall...all for a guy who will never look at me in the same way. He's found love with someone he thinks is meant for him. What am I doing?

But it's not all my fault. What bugged me a little was the fact that Chris never gave me more time. We've been only seeing each other for a month. I needed time to not only get over Harry but open up to this idea of love and relationships which I'm not really comfortable with. Of course, Chris didn't know that. I should have told him. Maybe he wanted more than I could offer.

Point being, this whole relationship shit was new to me and he didn't have to make me feel like shit. I suddenly felt angry more than upset. I wiped my tears pulled my headband off my head. I still felt dirty and unclean after last night. I reached over and grabbed my phone, looking at the screen. The wallpaper was a picture of Harry and me. It was from earlier last night. I distinctly remember him stealing my phone after we took the picture. He looked so cute in it...he was holding me tight and wearing a big grin.

I heard someone slide in a key in my front door before unlocking and walking in. Harry looked down at me and quickly slipped his shoes off before getting down on his knees. I watched as he lied down beside me and looked at me with his green eyes. "C'mere," he said softly before wrapped his arms around me and bringing me close. I nuzzled my nose against his jumper and sighed. He smelled clean and showered. I felt Harry kiss the top of my head before hugging me tight, trying to comfort me.

"Harry, do I smell?" I asked him quietly.

"Really bad."

I pushed him off trying really hard not to laugh and got on my feet. I heard him chuckle on the floor as I grabbed my towel and ran to the bathroom. After taking off my dress and washing the sweat and alcohol off my body, I got out and realized I didn't bring any clothes. Now, I'm not going to be a slag and walk out of the bathroom with just a towel on in front of a man who has a woman. I looked over at my dress and groaned, slipping it back on. I found Harry lying down on my bed and watching the telly. I rubbed the top of my head with my towel a bit longer before deciding it was dry enough and hung it on my towel hanger. I climbed on to my bed and sat beside Harry. He turned the telly off and turned to me. "Now tell me what happened," he said.

"I've been seeing him for this past month a lot...things were great. We always hung out and did things together but like you know how I am...I can't commit. I really tried." Harry furrowed his eyebrows and listened patiently. "It was going great in my opinion and I think if I were given some more time I could have given him what he wants."

"And he wanted to be in a relationship with you...like making it official?" Harry asked.

I nodded my head. "He kept trying to push me...hold hands with me and do couple type of things that I'm just not used to or comfortable with. He broke up with me saying that I wasn't giving my part into whatever it is that we were. He also said it wasn't breaking up because we weren't together to begin with. And he was sick of trying."

"Well for fucks sake, Riley," Harry said angrily. "First this guy gives you a hickey and then he has the nerve to say you're not giving enough into your relationship when he clearly knows nothing about you. How did you even go out with him?" I burst out laughing at the hickey comment.

"He isn't all that bad. He got me a job and that's massive. And it's not his fault that he doesn't know how I am; I never opened up and told him." Harry shook his head angrily, disagreeing with everything I said. "By the way Harry...there was more than one hickey." His eyes grew wide and he lunged forward, pushing my hair aside to take a look. I laughed and pushed him off. "Stop it, they're gone. They weren't very big. Really small ones...bit difficult for him, I think."

"Well, whatever," Harry said. "It's all his fault so stop defending him. You didn't do anything wrong so get that out of your head. You're too good for him anyway."

"Are you only saying that because of the hickey?"

"Yes."

"Harry," I cried throwing a pillow at him.

He dodged it and smiled, his dimple sinking in but then he got serious. "And I'm also saying this because he hurt you. Anyone who hurts you, Riley...I can't stand them. Like that time we went to Manchester and we bumped into those classmates of yours who were calling you names. I swear if you hadn't stopped me, I would have killed them all."

I smiled and he grinned at me. "Stop making me smile. I just got dumped, you wanker."

"Yeah," he said, laughing. "You should be crying and eating ice cream and gaining 20 lbs."

"Shut up," I said. "I'm not that upset. We weren't even official. I just...I guess I felt like shit because he made me feel guilty. That's why I called you. And I've never gotten dumped. I've always been the dumpee."

"Well, excuse me princess, if I distinctly remember that second day we hung out you told me that boys are the one at fault and girls are the innocent ones but your last statement begs to differ." I scowled but then laughed. Harry smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "You deserve someone who understands you like I do."

"And someone who carries my groceries and puts them away like you do," I said giggling. Harry crinkled his nose and smiled. "I don't know, Haz. I just don't open up to people that easily."

"Don't worry," he said, reassuringly. "Want me to sleep over?"

"Yeah," I said grinning. I got up and started taking out my PJ's. I settled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt and started walking towards my bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked. He was lying on his back and throwing a pillow to the ceiling and catching it. "You can change in here."

"Oh, shut up Harry." I went to the bathroom and changed and walked out. Harry was still in my bed but this time going through my phone. I quickly walked over and grabbed it from him. "Privacy, Harry. Ever heard of it?"

"I was just going through that jerk's text messages. I deleted them for you...you're welcome," he said, proudly.

"Harry...," I unlocked my iPhone and looked through to see if he saw any other text messages but only all of Chris' messages were deleted. "That's not cool."

"What?" he said innocently. "He only said boring stuff and then 'can't wait to see you in bed tonight'. That guy is a pervert, Riley! Thank god, you're done with him." I shrugged and put my phone on my dresser. " Anyways...come in bed," he said looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I crawled in and he cuddled up next to me. "In case we both knock out to take a nap or something, you can go make your bed on the couch."

"In a while," he said yawning. I felt his hot breath tickle my arm as he wrapped himself closer to me. His green eyes slowly shut close and he breathed softly beside me. I felt my own eyes droop as well, not being able to fight the sleepiness any longer.