A love lost

Chapter 13

It had been a really long day. The rest of the day we spent speaking with management, learning what we could and couldn’t say to paparazzi and basically what to do next. During the afternoon a few police officers came over and took our statements but really no progression had been made. With Harry being a high profile figure, he was told to stay low and was now on house arrest until his name was cleared.

He was currently sitting on the couch watching tv in his apartment. His roommates El and Louis were both in their room, which left me and him all alone. I had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwater and I went to join him on the couch.  

“Hey stranger.” I said as I sat on the couch next to him, resting my head on his shoulder as I did so. He didn’t say anything in return but instead rested his own head on mine. I moved my head so I could look at him.

“They’ll see you’re innocent Haz, stop worrying about it.” I told him. He gave me a weak smile, but I could tell he was just trying to stay strong for me. I moved away from him and reached for the tv remote. I turned it off and faced Harry again, sitting so my body was facing him but also positioning myself so that I could rest my legs on his at the same time.

“C’mon Haz, tell me what’s up?” I asked him. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

“It’s just that, what will all my fans be thinking right now?” He asked me. My heart melted at how caring he was.

“Who cares what everyone else thinks about you Harry” I said, trying to cheer him up.

“I care” He replied. I could see the sadness in his eyes as tears started to form. I shuffled closer to him and grabbed him in my arms as he started to cry on my shoulders.

“Harry, your fans love you and trust you. They know you wouldn’t do this. And once the truth gets out they’ll love you even more, I mean, what woman or man for that matter doesn’t love someone who bashes up the drugies?” I asked wittingly, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t respond but kept sobbing on my shoulder.

Eventually, he said, “They’re going to hate me”.

I didn’t even have to think to respond, “how can anyone hate you, you’re the most beautiful man I know. It’s why so many people love you...” I paused and took a deep breath, “It’s why I love you”.

With that Harry moved his head from my shoulder and looked up at me. His face was wet with tears but he was still utterly gorgeous.

“You love me?” He questioned.

I chocked back a tear, “I always have” I said. I moved my hand to his face and wiped away a few of his tears before I slowly moved my mouth closer to his. I wanted him so bad. I just wanted to feel his lips against mine and even more I wanted to feel his strong body beneath mine. I started off the kiss by moving my lips on his. Not long after his lips were moving against mine. My hands had now found his hair and his own hands had found my body. He pushed me backwards so I was lying down backwards on the couch, his own body lying on top of mine. His warm lips caressed mine as we continued in our passionate embrace. To my disappointment he pulled away for a second. I tried to recollect myself.

“What’s wrong Harry?” I asked, praying that it wasn’t that he didn’t want me.

“Are – Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me. I thought the worst.

“You don’t want me?” I questioned. He shook his head.

“I want you so bad... I don’t know how I’m controlling myself right now.” He said. I could feel his hot breath on mine. I moved my lips up to his and gave him a peck.

“Then take me to your room then.” I propositioned him. Without further ado, he picked me up in his muscular arms and carried me into his bedroom.

WARNING: THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN A SEX SCENE. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, THEN SKIP TO CHAPTER 15. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.