Irresistible

Over again

Gemma, Harry and I returned pretty late that night. The three of us tried to help clean up Gemma, but she only insisted on making more of a mess. After downing several shots with her friends, she was trashed. Harry had to carry her home since we couldn't find a cab that late at night.

"Need any help?" I asked Harry. He had Gemma's arm wrapped around his neck and he was trying to hold her up. It looked a bit difficult because he was so much taller than her and he was hunching quite a bit.

Harry nodded and I giggled before walking around to Gemma's other side to help hold her up. She put her arm around me and gave me a lazy, sleepy smile.

"I don't think I've seen Gemma this drunk since Christmas two years ago," Harry said to me. I laughed and looked ahead.

"Is this how I look when I'm drunk?" I asked him. "It's a bit funny."

"Oh no," Harry shook his head. "You're worse. You start taking your clothes off and you'll basically come on to anything that moves."

I gaped at him, half angry and half embarrassed. Was that true? Harry shot me a cheeky smile and I scowled at him. "Not funny, Harry."

"Your reaction definitely was, though," he said, laughing.

When we reached home, the two of us put Gemma in her bed and went back to our own rooms. I hopped in the shower real quick and got into my pyjamas. I got into bed and was just about to fall asleep when Harry came into my room.

"Is everything alright?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded, slipping into my bed and under the covers. "I just wanna sleep with you. You're a great cuddler and I'm kind of getting used to this."

I giggled and Harry pulled me against him, spooning me.

+

I woke up the next morning to find Harry gone. He must have woken up early and left. I stretched in bed and picked up my phone. I responded to several messages and caught up on a few social networks before finally rolling out of bed. Harry and I were leaving that day and I wanted him to spend as much time with his family as he could. I decided I should probably stay in and pack to let him do so.

I walked out of my room towards the bathroom when I heard Harry yell. I looked into the adjacent room and saw Harry and Gemma sitting on her bed. What was going on?

I didn't want to eavesdrop and I was just going to let them work it out, but I heard my name.

"I know I was somewhat supportive of your actions before," Gemma said. "But that is until I saw Riley."

"She was there when we told you," Harry said to her. "You didn't have a problem with everything then."

"That is until I saw her...Harry let's face it, you've always been a little oblivious to things that are right in front of you but the rest of us are not. I don't want to assume or accuse anyone of anything but if you're pretending like the way you two were pretending for the past weekend, then someone is bound to get hurt."

"Pretending the way we were pretending?" Harry asked her.

I heard Gemma sigh. "Like...your act in front of Emma, yeah? You continued to do it even when she wasn't around. I saw those stolen kisses and glances. Not only from you but from her too. She's going to get hurt."

"Gemma...," Harry sighed. "You're making me feel like shit."

"Why? Cause I'm the only one setting you straight on your bullshit?"

"No," Harry replied. "You aren't the only one. The guys have been telling me to be careful as well. I don't know...things are just really confusing right now."