Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 12: Please

Chapter 12: Please 

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Recap of 11: 

"I'm sure it's a mistake." 

"I bet it is." The red haired female says with a hint of sarcasm which goes undetected by Harry as she takes the money from the countertop. 

"Thanks," I force a smile as my eyes meet his. 

"It's nothing really." Harry reiterates. 

But he's wrong. 

This the start of something, something that only goes downhill from here. 

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PLEASE VOTE <3 

Whitney POV: 

Song- Neverland: Ross Copperman 

"Whitney!" 

"Almost ready!" I called back from the bathroom. 

"You said that twenty minutes ag-" 

"Ago." 

"Oh." 

I jerked my head around to see Harry leaning against the door frame. 

His lips were parted, tongue swiping between them. 

"Do you like?" I coyly smiled, resting the curling iron on the countertop. 

His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, raking his eyes over my body at an incredibly slow pace. 

"Wow. Just..." 

"Fucking damn Whitney." 

My cheeks flushed as I grinned like an idiot. 

I don't know if it was the way he was looking at me, like he wanted to rip the dress off with his teeth, or the fire behind his eyes, or the way his words gave me a newfound confidence, but whatever the feeling was I loved it. 

I quickly took a last glance in the mirror, checking to see all the long strands of hair were still curled before unplugging it. 

"Did you get a chance to call?" Harry asked from behind me. 

I turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. 

"Uh yeah." 

"oh really? What did they say?" 

"Nothing," I lie. 

"Nothing?" Harry questions. 

"I mean they said it was just a mix up," I stammered, "it's nothing," I dismiss, desperate to get off the subject before he suspects there's more. 

I'll tell him later. 

I shuffled across the floor, changing the subject. 

"You ready?" I playfully nudged his shoulder. 

His eyes locked with mine, my body paralyzing when his hands firmly grasped my waist on either side. 

"Not anymore," he winked, letting his hands slide around to cup my bum. 

I held eye contact, "we're supposed to meet them there at eight." 

"Or we could get there at eight thirty." Harry smirked, squeezing my ass. 

I bit my bottom lip before his pressed to mine. 

His hands gently pulled my lower half in closer.