Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 14: Heading Back

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Recap of 13: 

I crinkled my nose, "this is only the first song." 

"I never said I would last all night." Harry says with a childlike grin, telling me he has earlier plans than what we previously discussed, that or they'll happen sooner. 

The thoughts cause excitement and anxiety to my chest all at once, but truthfully I'm not sure I would have lasted that long either. 

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*Song- The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight* 

Harry POV: 

The minutes were long. 

It was getting harder to hold on. 

Something in me continuing to grow stronger. 

I'm loosing myself a little more with every swing of her hips. 

Every sway of her long brunette hair, beautiful sapphire eyes. 

I lose myself in the song, but even more so in her. 

Every movement, expression, sound I could pinpoint no matter how many others existed in the room. 

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I lose count to how many songs we danced to, after three that so called dancing turning into her back to my front, as if I wasn't loosing control already. 

That drove me over the edge. 

I didn't know it was possible to want someone this bad. 

"One more," Whitney pouted song after song. 

I couldn't say no to her, especially when she was wearing that damn dress. 

That night drew in as the crowd began to disperse. I decided to call us a cab seeing as we both had our fair share to drink, but not enough to be drunk per-say. 

"Why so quiet?" 

Whitney eyes fixed to my hand which rested on her right thigh. 

"Just thinking." 

I ran my thumb across the smooth skin, "About tonight?" 

"No." 

A smile crept on her lips despite her attempt to mask it. 

"A little." She admitted placing her hand atop mine. 

I could feel the way her hand shivered in mine, my eyes scanning her bare arms as goosebumps rose on the skin. 

I leaned in closer to her, speaking only soft enough for her to hear. 

"You're supposed to be excited not nervous." 

She sunk her teeth in her bottom lip, "it's not that I'm nervous about." 

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Whitney POV: 

Harry opened the door on my side of the cab, a soft thud following by the time I walked around to the sidewalk. 

I turned around, clasping my phone in my hands as I watched Harry pull his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a more than generous twenty pounds. 

"Why thank you sir." 

Harry nodded, his eyes darting to mine after the car pulled away from the curb. 

I looked away quickly, my high from tonight slowly fading at the realization of opening up to Harry about this. 

I'm still not sure what I should do.