Deception

Chapter 16: Violated

I wake to my head throbbing in an unbearable rhythm. I groan and flip sides on my bed, immediately wincing in pain. I sit up quickly, slightly touching the right side of my head and I feel a bump.

"The swelling should be gone soon." Harry says. I look over at him, sitting on a chair next to my bed. My vision is so blurry I can almost swear it is a dream.

"You hit your head Charlie. Do you remember anything?" Harry asks me.

I certainly don't remember you.

"I was at the soccer game." I whisper.

And the locket. It's coming back to me now.

"I watched it happen Charlie, you just...fainted out of nowhere. I wasn't close enough to catch you and all of the idiots around you didn't even know you fell until they saw you on the ground. The bump is from hitting the bleachers on your way down."  He says.

Oh, right, of course.

"I should have caught you." He whispers. My eyes soften and despite the horrible pain in my head, I scoot closer to him.

"Thank you." I say.

He smiles slightly and then looks at the ground. "What?" I say suspiciously.

"Nothing, I just like your pajamas, that's all."

Pajamas?

"Harry...." I began, my mouth falling open as I realize that someone had put me in these clothes.

"I closed my eyes I promise." He smirks with one dimple.

I feel so violated that I lift the duvet over my body and stare up at the ceiling. I begin to think about earlier, about how we almost... we almost I don't really know what we almost did. But then he just...left.

"Why did you leave?" I blurt out.

"I didn't."

"Yes, you left me earlier there, half naked. Why?" I whisper.

"I don't... Virgins aren't my thing." His words take me by surprise and my jaw drops.

"What makes you think I am a Virgin?" I whisper and he just laughs. My fists tighten into balls.

"So you try so hard to get me in bed but no when you find out I am not a slut you walk away?" I say, so shocked and mad at him.

"I didn't walk away, I am right here." He stares at me. I cross my arms.

"Get out."

"No."

"Harry, get the fuck out." I spit.

"No, I am not leaving you."

"You have the perfect reputation of messing everything up. Could you be the same person for one day please? You're fucking bipolar." I seethe.

"How so?"

I stop and think. "Maybe I am wrong, maybe you are just the full dick all of the time. You just deceive me and make me think you care but at the end of the day you reveal your true intentions."

"Charlie..."

"Harry, I said leave." I say. I kick at his chair and finally he stands up, slipping on his beanie. He walks to the door and looks back at me with no emotion in his eyes. Who am I kidding? Harry just wants a playmate and that will not be me.

I don't know why I say what I say. I shouldn't, I shouldn't say anything at all but he infuriates me so much that my mouth involuntarily does it.

"Harry?" I say, standing up and walking over to him. I grab the knob on the door and open it, gesturing him to step out.