Chapter XIV

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That night, I just sat on my bed, in my room. I talked to no one for a while. I had a plastic fork and used it to kick around my lettuce in my salad. I slipped on a black tank top and a pair of teal pajama pants.

Five knocks on my bedroom door made me look up from my salad. I stop reading the tweet, saying, "Harry Styles has broken up with Taylor Swift." and close the laptop. Honestly, I wasn't even shocked. I knew they wouldn't last long. I sat the plate of salad and the apple laptop on my dresser and waited for whoever it was to open the door. A curly haired "teen" with his chocolate bangs pushed back, peeped his head in. "Can I come in?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the edge of my bed. "How'd you get in here?" I finally say after moments of silence.

He held up a key on a chain,"I, uh, never gave you back my key when I left." He said just above a whisper. I closed my eyes, and heard the key rattle as he put it in his pocket and I felt the bed go down where he sat beside me. A string of my hair fell in my face as I put my head down and opened my eyes. I felt his hand, try to tuck it behind my ear, "Don't..." I whisper, slowly moving his hand away from me.

"I just..."He started and his voice trailed off. He sounds so broken, like how I feel. I looked away as I felt a tear in my eye. "Please...?"He asked. If I didn't let him help me, he wouldn't talk to me ever again. But then again, he doesn't care. He'll just leave.

I look back at him. My voice was shaky, I could tell, because my lip was quivering. He pulled me into his warm chest and wrapped his strong arms around me. "I'm losing everything..." I managed to get out, "My family and friends! And I'm losing-" I stopped. "I'm sorry I got you into this."

"Shh." he whispered into my ear. he sits his chin on my head and pulls my legs so they cross with his. I then break down and wrap my arms around his waist, my head on his muscle arms.

"Why do you care so much about me?" I pull away from his shoulder and look him dead in his emerald orbs. "Why do you come check up on me?"

He used his thumbs to wipe the streaks of tears on my cheeks. I then grabbed his hands and sat them on my lap. "Because...you're worth it." I never realized I was playing with his hair, until I was finally able to look away from his eyes. He slowly moved his head closer to mine. I did the same. I stared at his slightly parted lips and let my eyes close. Just as I felt our lips seal with eachother's, I pulled away roughly. I stood up and turned away from him.

"I... I don't want to go back to being friends with benefits, again." I turn around, to see him standing as well. I crossed my arms, and moved my head away everytime he tried to look at me.

"Neither do I..."He says seductively in my ear. I was finally able to face him, and when I did, he narrowed his eyes down at me. I don't know who started it, but I found myself inching closer to him and he did the same. Our noses met first, then our lips. They were just as sweet as I remembered. He moves his hands so one is on my hip and the other is playing with the strings on my pajama pants.

We slowly deepen the kiss by moving our head side, to side, sometimes. Neither of us speeds up or slows down. Hesitantly he eased his tounge into my mouth. I never noticed he pulled my strings to my pants, until they went loose. I break away and look down.

Seconds later, I was lifting his shirt. He put his arms up to make it easier for me. We eased onto the bed, and seconds later, my shirt and pants were on the floor beside Harry's shirt. I kissed his neck and kissed lower until I was stopped by his jeans. I pecked the bulge in his pants and pulled the zipper down with my teeth. Meanwhile, Harry took off my pink bra with one hand. He lifted his hips so I could pull his pants down. He stopped me halfway. "Wait..."He says out of breath. He dug in his pocket, "So... I'm guessing...you don't want your key back?" I chuckled to myself and stuck the key back in his pocket. I tossed them onto the floor and they landed right on mine.

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