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Chapter 14: Tied Up

Tonight was the night of the goodbye dinner for friends that the boys were having before the start of their tour. Harry invited me to attend, along with Amber as well.

Considering the restaurant chosen, I knew I had to wear something extremely elegant, and a bit sexy because, why not?

I recently purchased a cute magenta peplum dress that hugged my curves perfectly, so I decided on wearing that and pairing it with nude peep toe heels and gold jewelry.

I was getting my dress on, when Amber walked into my room, "Harry is here getting ready in the bathroom. I'm heading out to get some lipstick because I ran out of my bubblegum pink shade. I'll be back in like twenty minutes," Amber informed me.

I nodded, "Can you help me with the zipper real quick before you go?"

"Sure," Amber came over and zipped my dress up. I thanked her and watched her leave the room to go on her lipstick hunt. I picked up my heels and put them on swiftly before heading out of the guest room and into the living room.

After a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and his footsteps get louder and louder with each step he made over to the living room. I quickly got up off the couch.

"Em, can you-" he stopped dead in his tracks once he laid eyes on me. His eyes trailed up and down my body slowly causing me to blush. I fiddled with my fingers, feeling awkwardly nervous.

"Can I what?" I questioned back.

He walked towards me, taking as much of me in as he could before standing right in front of me. He connected his emerald eyes with mine.

"Can you help me with this?" He asked as he held up his bow-tie with a grin.

I laughed and nodded my head, "Of course" I replied, grabbing the tie out of his hands. I took a step closer to him, wrapping the tie around his neck. All the while, I felt his eyes burn into mine as I fumbled with his tie.

"There you go," I said once I finally finished. I stepped back to admire my work, but was quickly interrupted by Harry suddenly stepping closer to me again. He stared down into my eyes as he took my hand and lifted it up to plant a soft kiss.

"Thanks," he whispered curling his lips upward. My breath hitched as he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. My heart was racing as I placed my hands around his neck. Did he know I liked him? I slowly lifted my gaze up to his lips, then eyes.

He lowered his lips, brushing them slightly against the shell of my ear, "You look beautiful."

Chills ran down my spine at his words. I'm pretty sure goosebumps formed all over me.

He began to kiss behind my ear causing my head to automatically tilt to the side. He moved lower, slowly placing warm open mouth kisses down my neck. I bit into my lower lip to stop a moan that was about to escape.

"Harry," I said in a breathy whisper.

"Hmm?" He moaned in-between the kisses he was planting.

I knew this was wrong, especially since he was with Amber and all.

"Harry, stop" I whispered.

The words were painful to get out because I didn't want him to stop. He felt so right, but this was wrong.

"Your body doesn't want me to stop Emma" he said in a warm seductive voice. I could feel him smiling against my skin.

As much as I didn't want to, I quickly moved back, untangling myself from him. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. His lust filled eyes suddenly softened as he looked confused and hurt.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked me quietly, while studying my face.

"No, it feels amazing don't get me wrong, but Harry...you're with Amber," I paused and looked down at the ground, "you can't be doing this to me while you're with her, it's wrong."

Harry sighed deeply, "Look I'm sorry Emma, I just thought maybe you liked me back! I'm tired of trying to figure out if you do because, honestly, your actions are confusing the shit out of me!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He literally looked like he was about to knock someone out.

"Can we not talk about this now? Amber will be back any second," I begged him.

Harry groaned loudly, totally annoyed with me. I don't blame him though he had every right to feel that way.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.



"Just forget it," Harry spat, "forget everything!"