Artifice

Sex

Harry's POV

Sex never meant much to me. It became just a way to gain pleasure with beautiful women, no strings attached. I had to admit my first time I was scared shitless, as a kid I grew up believing that it was something only married people did because they were in love. I obviously wasn't married to the first girl nor in love, we were merely friends tired of being taunted because of our innocence.

My uncles employee, who still remained nameless, was laying beside me asleep. She was naked underneath her silk mattress sheets. Weeks ago I would've appreciated this moment way more than I do now.

Tonight was purely motivated in spite of that stupid meeting regarding my image, a big 'fuck you' to my uncle and George, but mostly because I've been deprived a good night for what felt like ages.

I grabbed my belongings and headed out of her apartment.

At a certain point, I stopped feeling bad and judging myself for doing this. Sex was just sex, and staying over till the morning would give the wrong impression. I was a dick and I knew it but I couldn't care. Who could blame me? Sex was good.

I checked my phone to see that my last text was from Eva.

*Goodnight*

It was from two hours ago.

The guilt was present in the back of my throat, in the form of a lump.

I drove through Manhattan at 3am, the streets were lacking the usual crowds roaming around at earlier hours or mostly on weekends.

My mind was clouded with tonight's events and the one person who I have been trying to avoid thinking of all night.

This really wasn't happening.

When I made it to our apartment Liam was still in the living room watching tv. Elizabeth was asleep and wrapped around his waist on the couch. Seeing her here made me realize how she must be alone right now. Sick and alone.

Get yourself together.

I sneakily passed by the both of them to my room.

Inside, I peeled off yesterday's clothes and jumped in the shower washing away any reminder of tonight.

When I was done my hair was completely soaked hanging just below my shoulders. I really needed a haircut but I was set on donating the hair, so I needed it to be just a little longer. Though it was starting to grow on me, after two years I couldn't even picture myself with short hair again.

I moved around my dim room with a towel wrapped around my head and another on lower body.

My first thought was to walk to my desk and write. I had so many thoughts that they were itching away at my skull at this point.

I grabbed the small black book that was halfway full.

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Eva's POV

It was 3am by now.

I couldn't sleep for various reasons: one, I've spent hours during the day trying to sleep off my cold, two, I couldn't stop thinking about him.