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Chapter 13: Cecilia

His fingers run down my bare skin, slowly and perfectly, up my thigh, resting on my hip, gripping the flesh there as he pushes himself deeper inside me. I hide my face in his neck and try to stay quiet. I use my hands to apply pressure to the small of his back. I want more, I want all of him, this is all I've ever wanted and I finally have him; I finally let him have me.

But then my eyes open and once again I realize it isn't real; it never happened. No matter how good every sensation and touch felt, it was only a dream. Usually I'm alone and breathless when I wake up, but now I'm in his bed, in his arms, straddling his body with my head against his chest. And I'm breathless and confused and I think I should probably go. Now.

I sit up quickly and slide off of him. My feet haven't even touched the ground when his eyes open slowly and he looks up at me.

"Don't leave, Cilly Baby."

His voice is sleepy and he dozes off again as soon as the words are out of his mouth. I can feel my heart beat slow down and my breathing steadies immediately. I couldn't leave him now if I tried. But I can't sleep either, and I cannot stay in this bed.

Poor Harry and his tiny little apartment. Theres the bed and two night stands on either side of it, a TV on the wall and a couple of stools at the counter beside the door. I wish he had a couch, but there's no way in hell a couch is fitting in here and there still be room to walk around.

I rub my arms, now I feel the cold he talked about last night. I must really be sober. I get up and go to the closet, looking for something warmer to put on. As I pull on a pair of his sweat pants I hear my phone ring and dive for it before it wakes Harry up.

"Hello?"

I whisper harshly into the phone, and roll my eyes at the voice on the other end.

"What are you whispering for?"

His words are slurred and he sounds terrible. Not at all his usual cheery and care free self. But I'm too pissed at him for taking me out and getting me sloppy drunk to really give a crap about him being drunk at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Don't fucking worry about it, Louis, what do you want?"

"Just checking on you darling, making sure you got home safe. El was worried about you getting carried out by that guy."

"I'm fine."

"Who is he? Your brother?"

"Did he look like my brother you fucking idiot? Do I even have a brother?"

"Well who else would fly in like Captain Underpants and rescue you."

"I honestly don't know why I even have shit to do with you."

"Because we're family now, Braddock, and family sticks together."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"We took care of you in the home, that means you stay loyal, CeCe. No trying to leave us behind for your old money friends. You don't belong with them any more and you know it."

"Yeah you took great fucking care of me, except that one time I took a steel tray to the face..."

"We thought you had that one under control and you did! You beat her ass good!"

"What the fuck ever man. What do you want?"

"I told you I called to check up on you-"

"And now you have, I'm fine, goodbye."

"AND to discuss the remark your little friend made on his way out of the club."

"What remark?"

I passed out as Harry carried me out, I don't have any idea what he said to Louis or anybody else. I glance over at him, still asleep, I hear his breath hitch for a moment and my eyes dart around the room, looking for his inhaler. I tiptoe over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and open it.