A love lost

Chapter 2

The night was going well, and surprisingly it hadn’t been awkward between me and Harry after the kiss. To him, it was as if it had never happened. But to me, it had only left me longing for more. All night, Harry had been asking me ridiculous questions. At one point, he had pulled me from my seat to dance. Little did I realise that I would be getting interrogated.

“Please just tell me who it is. It’s killing me” He begged. We were now slow dancing. He had pulled me close to him and damn did that boy smell fine.

“No.” I replied bluntly.

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” He asked. I smiled and looked into his green eyes. He kept staring into my eyes, trying to figure it out in his head. Suddenly, it was as if he had an epiphany as his face lit up like a little boy. “I knew it!” He exclaimed.

“You knew what?” I asked.

“Why you won’t tell me who it is” He replied. I started to worry. When Harry started to think about things, God knows where his brain took him.

“What?” I asked cautiously, half curious and half afraid of his answer. He quickly twirled me around as we continued to dance. As he pulled me back towards him, he held me even closer, moving his right hand down slowly from my hips and down to my butt.

“You’re going to fuck him tonight” Harry replied. I moved back, removing his hand from my butt and backhanding him across the stomach with my other hand. The cheek on that boy had officially driven me nuts. I didn’t even reply to his smut comment. I just turned around dramatically and strutted away. I could hear Harry’s voice as I walked away.

“So I’m right then! Ha ha I knew it” Harry shouted, causing everyone else in the room to look. Ignoring him completely, I just kept walking away. He continued, “C’mon, admit it. You know I’m right”, he said as he started to chase after me.

Finally he caught a hold of my hand and spun me around.

“How bout we settle this once and for all. There’s a table tennis table in the other room. Let’s play it out. I win, you tell me who the guy is.” He suggested. I eyed him suspiciously.

“And if I win?” I asked.

“Whatever you want.” He replied, stepping closer to me so that our faces were about ten centimetres apart. Finally giving up and knowing I was better at table tennis than him, I agreed.

“Fine. But if I win, which we know I will, you have to promise to leave me alone and stop hassling me about who the guy is and...” I thought for a minute before continuing on “And you have to kiss me” I said, the last part coming out in almost a whisper. Harry’s face shifted from determination to confusion, but without further ado he grabbed my waste, picked me up and headed towards the table tennis table.