Is It Wrong?

Chapter 13

Kay’s POV:

I woke up the next morning and felt weird. Had I really slept with Niall last night? I felt dirty and slutty. I shouldn’t have done that to Harry, despite what he has done to me. I was basically being childish and trying to get the highest form of revenge.

I exited my bedroom and tried to go to his, to my surprise the door was locked, so I knew he was pissed. I went back in my room and decided to climb through his window. I climbed out onto the ledge and luckily his window was unlocked. As I climbed in I could see that he was still sleeping and his room was dark. I slid into his bed and curled up next to him. Almost instinctively, he wrapped his arm around me and began to mumble.

"I’m  sorry, I’m so sorry" 

I ran my fingers across his cheek and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He rubbed his eyes as he took in what was going on.

"What are you doing?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders. What was I doing? He cheated on me over a small silly argument. I should be in my room and not talking to him, but that’s hard to do when you live in the same house.

"I’m sorry" he whispered and I kissed the corner of his mouth. 

"I know," I replied, not bothering to tell him of his sleep talking revelation. He pulled me closer into his arms and I smiled up at him. 

"Let me show you," he murmured and I widened my eyes at him. He kissed me briefly before sliding down my body, under the covers. I could feel him tug on my shorts and I lifted my hips to help him. My underwear was discarded along with my bottoms and I could feel his breath on my core. He spread my legs with his hands and started to plant kisses on my mound. His tongue circled over my clit and I moaned in response. He took that has encouragement and began to go to town. His tongue made figures against my clit and I moaned his name loudly. 

"Harry, where’s kay-" the door swung open and I looked to my left to see my dad and Anne standing there gaping at us. Harry shot up from under the covers and looked over at them, then at me. They slammed the door shut and I got up to get dressed.

"Fuck!" Harry shouted and I winced at his voice. He threw my shorts at me and I slid them on.

"I thought the door was locked" I said and he looked at me.

"It wasn’t, fuck! We’re fucked!" He yelled as he began to pace back and forth. He was getting anxious and scared and I needed to calm down. I grabbed his arm and stopped him. I kissed him and he kissed back, hard.

"Relax," I cooed as I drew back from the kiss. I grabbed his hand and opened his door before heading downstairs. We reached the kitchen were my father sat at the table with his hands folded and Anne was seated next to him with her face in her hands.

"Mum," Harry said weakly and she looked up at us. He tried to pull his hand from mine but I kept a firm grasp on it.

"Dad," I said and he glanced over at me before looking back down at his hands. “We’re sorry" I said but I don’t know why I was apologizing.

"How long?" Anne asked and it reminded me of when Gemma caught us.

"Not long" Harry answered.

"Give us a time frame" my father said angrily.

"A few weeks" I replied and Anne sighed.

"It’s wrong, It so very wrong" she cried and I looked over at Harry who’s expression was impassive.

"We aren’t blood related," Harry spoke up and I looked over at him and gave him a small smile.

"Is this funny?!" my father shouted and he used my full name, something he never did.

"No dad" I responded.

"You two, were.. I can’t even explain what I saw," Anne started, “It has to stop, right now! Separate hands!" she shouted and Harry pulled out of my grasp. I thought we were going to tell them that we wanted this.

"I’m sorry mom" Harry said softly and I scoffed at him.

"What happened to the Niall fellow?" My father asked and I shrugged. 

"We’re friends dad, maybe I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry. Harry and I are just teenagers, I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what I was thinking" I said before turning and bolting upstairs. He didn’t want to be with me at all. He wouldn’t even stand up to our parents. In their eyes, it was almost incest but it wasn’t. Someone knocked on my door and I yelled come in, thinking it was my dad or Anne but I was wrong.

"Kay, please" Harry pleaded but I hurled one of my pillows at him.

"No! We’re done, for good. I wanted to stand up to them and show them we’re together but no, you’re a fucking coward Harry! I want nothing do with you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get dressed.

"Dressed for what? It’s Saturday, we always stay inside" he questioned but I pushed past him and into my closet.

"I’m going out with Niall," I spat harshly.

"Really?" he asked and he sounded hurt.

"Really, and just because I didn’t address the fact that you slept at Anna’s house for 3 days, doesn’t mean I don’t know about it" I responded and he blinked but didn’t say anything.

"Okay Kay, if this is what you want."

"It is" I spat as he left my room.