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{ Blue's POV }
"What the fuck?" Dylan yells as he sees Harry and I in bed. I gasped, my eyes widening in horror.
"D-Dylan please listen to me I can explain," I pleaded.
"Explain?" He screeched while throwing his hands in the air.
"Shit," Harry grunted while sitting up.
Gasping, I find myself waking up from my slumber.
It was just a dream.
Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths.
Everything was okay.
But what if that dream meant something? I'm in some deep shit, then.
"What happened?" Hannah groggily spoke. I shook my head and rubbed at my eyes.
"Nothing. Just had a bad dream," I mumbled.
"Mm, okay," She yawned, immediately going back to sleep.
Sighing, I couldn't really get myself back to sleep with that scarring dream.
I wouldn't know what to do if I lost Dylan over that, I mean... ugh.
Silently getting out of my bed, I grabbed a random hoodie and tugged it over my head, slipping it on my body.
I was gonna go see what Dylan was up to at, I peeked at the clock on my phone, one in the morning.
Probably asleep, but hey, that's what surprises are for, right?
Ruffling my hair, I swung the door open, wandering down the halls and out of the building.
Their frathouse was about half a block away, which wasn't so far.
The street was nice and quiet at this time, all I could really hear was the wind. Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked down at my toes, noticing I didn't even bother slipping a pair of toms on or even some flip flops..
Nope, and that's what I get for getting up so early.
Once I see their frathouse, I smirked, skipping to the porch step and easily picking out the key that was under their mat. Only the boys living here were supposed to know that, but I was happy to say, Dylan trusted me with this.
And that made me happy.
Slowly making my way in, it was empty and trashed like usual. I rolled my eyes at the discussing trash everywhere.
Typical college boys.
Quietly heading up the stairs, I looked at the pictures scattered over the walls.
There was one of Dylan and I on Christmas Eve.
Smiling to myself, I aimlessly walked up the stairs, making my way over to his room. But that's until I heard faint conversation on the other side of the door.
Stopping in a halt, me being a nosy person, I listen in.
"What about that girl, Blue?"
"She can't know that you're here with me tonight,"
I furrowed my eyebrows.
There was a crack open in the door, all I could see was a petite blonde's back turned to me and Dylan looking at her concentratedly.
Without warning, Dylan's lips connected with hers.
I held a hand to my mouth, my heart shattering. What? He was, was he cheating?
Before I knew it, tears started to well up in my eyes as they made out.
What hurt was that he kissed her the way that he'd always kiss me.
Looking away painfully, I held my sobs back. Simply turning around and quietly leaving the way I came in, I started to cry hard, my knees weakening.
Why the hell did he have to cheat?
What did I even do? I fucking gave everything to him. All Dylan does, is throw it away.
Running down the streets, I cross the street cars blaring there horns at me.
"Sorry," I sobbed, sniffling.
Shaking my head, I couldn't even move anymore. I just wanted to sit in the middle of the street and cry.
{ Harry's POV }
I was just about to fall asleep when my phone started to ring.
"Fucking shit," I cussed angrily throwing a pillow across the room.
If this was management, I swear....
Fumbling around with it, I clicked answer and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?'' I spoke in annoyance, but I really tried my best to sound polite... not.
"Harry," Blue sobbed weakly at the end of the line.
For a second, it sounded like she was dying.
"Oh hey, Blue... are you crying?" I spoke hesitantly, furrowing my eyebrows.
"What the hell does it sound like? H-Harry just come tell me where you are, I'm coming there,''
"I'm at the fancy hotel about a block away from UCLA, 39th floor, room 304," I paused. "Why?"
I heard her cry once more before she hung up. Well she was probably on her period that's why she was acting all bipolar on me.
I let myself believe that, deciding on just waiting out in the hall for her because I didn't want to wake up any of the boys.
Oh what the hell, they were heavy sleepers anyway.
{ Blue's POV }
Once I had made my way to his hotel, following the directions he gave me, I didn't care if I was getting stares from completely random people.
Can't a girl just let her sadness out in peace?
No, obviously not.
Walking into the elevator, I wiped the mascara stained on my cheeks with a sleeve, probably just making it even worse.
Ugh.
"Fuck," I cussed in a whisper, shakily.
Pretty soon, the elevator had stopped on the 39th floor and I stumbled out clumsily.
A tear streamed down my face, the images of Dylan kissing that girl still in my head as I continuously blubbered.
Harry seemed to hear my presence coming closer as he got up from sitting on the floor and looked at me weirdly.
"What happened to you? Got into a tornado?" He rose an eyebrow, me looking down and crying hard.
I just needed that igniting feeling in my body again.
I needed it.
Crying, I furiously leaned in, my lips angrily moving with his.
He tried to keep up, but once in awhile I had to sniffle and let out a sob in between kisses.
He knew my expectations for these types of scenarios, as Harry starts to nibble right below my ear and lower down to my neck, sucking.
If you'd see how this actually was, then you'd probably be weirded out too because I was crying uncontrollably while he was kissing my neck, my legs wrapped around his torso.
If people saw, they'd probably think he was raping me.
"Blue, are you okay? I'm being serious. What the hell happened?" He stopped, looking me in the eyes as he cupped my thighs with his enormous hands. I sniffled, hiccuping. Wiping at my puffy eyes, I bit my lip as my tears would seriously not stop.
My feelings were literally out of control right now.
"I-I'll tell you inside. Just please," I spoke quietly, as he nods once, leading me in as he set a hand on the small of my back. I watch him shut the door behind the both of us as he quietly leads me into his room.
"We have to try to not wake the other boys up," Harry whispered as we're in his room.
I nodded, gulping.
"Do you maybe want to go splash some cold water on your face?"
"I'm fine," I breathed out, barely managing to get the words out. "Just... come here."
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