Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 17: Old Habits

Chapter 17: Old Habits...(Die Hard)

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Recap of Ch 16:

"Kiss me," Whitney softly asks.

I cup her face in my palms, bringing my lips to meet hers gently. I swipe my tongue between her lips as she grants me entrance.

I lose myself in her,

In the girl I don't deserve anymore.

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Song- Story of my Life: One Direction <3

Whitney POV:

"I really got to go."

I pouted wrapping my digits around his bicep to keep him from opening the door knob.

"About the heat...thank you." I softly speak, still upset with myself for accepting after his persisting all evening,

"Don't worry about it babe. I got the next few months covered too, just incase."

A scowl emerges on my face.

"You did what?"

"It's not a big deal," Harry shrugs.

"You said to get it fixed. Now your trying to pay my bills too?"

"So. Calm down Whit-"

"I appreciate what you're trying to do but p-please Harry," I shake my head, "I can take care of everything else."

"I know that babe I just want to be there-"

"You are here. It's not all about the money." I mumble allowing the pads of my fingers to skim down his cheek.

"I'm not apologizing or going to undo it," he replies sternly.

I huff, lightly shoving his right shoulder.

"Thanks though."

"Stop thanking me," Harry retaliates with a goofy smile.

We get lost in each others eyes before he opens his mouth to speak a minute later.

"I should probably head out."

"Yeah," I agree despite my heart wanting him to stay the night.

He seems to have read my thoughts all too easily.

"I would but I have a few things to do tomorrow starting early...I don't know if I'll have a chance to stop by at all."

"Oh." I mumbled unable to hide the disappointment in my tone.

"But I'll text you. Don't forget to call me if you need anything." He reminds me with a reassuring smile.

"You'll be busy, remember?" I tease.

"I'll make time for you babe."

Harry's stare deepens in mine causing my stomach to flutter, his hand moving to the small of my back to pull me into him.

I purse my lips, gripping my hand at the base of his neck.

He takes my actions as his cue, connecting his soft lips to mine slowly.

I get lost in his eyes in the moment before they close, fluttering them shut as the sensation of his kiss warms my skin.

I can feel dimples emerge in his cheeks when he drifts his hands down to cup my backside.

"Harry," his name leaves my lips half out of breath.

His teeth graze my bottom lip before letting it fall from his lips.