Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 27: Vacant

Chapter 27:

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The image of his hard jade eyes as he warned me to get in the vehicle stains my mind like an etched brick.

With another jerk of the wheel we come to a halt, in the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere.

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Song- ???

Liam POV: *requested, sort of*

"What the hell was that?"

Niall doubles over in laughter, slamming his hand down on the table.

Ever since Whitney and Harry got together I never quite trusted her. Hell she cheated on Andy for Harry so if that doesn't say something I don't know what does.

"Harry looked like a lost puppy," Zayn chuckles finding it humorous but not as much so as Niall. But the amount of alcohol he had to drink in only three hours could have had something to do with that.

"Do you think Harry knew?" Louis takes a shot before his eyes scan around the table.

I shake my head, "Hell no."

By the time I look back at Louis his eyes are drifted behind me. I turn around to see Harry and Whitney amongst the crowd, only she appears to be wearing more then just the next to nothing outfit from minutes prior.

"Looks like he's out for the night."

Niall picks up another shot with a smirk, "ey' more for us single lads," his eyes scan around the table before he bursts into more laugher, "well sum' of us anyways."

I warned them, I warned them both.

Whitney was bad news from the moment she became a pawn in their game.

Only I used to feel sorry for her,

Now,

Well now maybe she's just getting a taste of reality.

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Harry POV:

My hands grip the wheel tightly, staring straight out into the darkness.

"I'm sorry."

I swallow sharply, inhaling and exhaling the confined air within the vehicle.

"Say something-"

"Like what Whit," I wave my hands in the air, turning to face her before continuing, "Do you want to tell me what the hell that was back there?"

"It was my job."

"Your...what?" I ask slowly, more calmly then I should.

"My job Harry." Whitney says louder then before but it's still mumbled.

"You got a job to what- dance like a slut?" I sneer.

Her mouth drops open, "I know I fucked up b-but you don't know the whole story. I-It doesn't give you the right to call me that." Her voice shatters but I'm immune to it.

"Oh I'd love to hear it," I sarcastically remark.

"Stop, please." Whitney looks away for a moment wiping her cheeks, "you're being really rude Harry."

"YOU DANCED IN THAT WITH ALMOST FIFTY GUYS WATCHING I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE PISSED."

Choked sobs escape her lips.

"I don't even know what to do," my fist slams down against the wheel, "I can't even look at you." I shake my head.

Out of my peripheral vision her hand reaches for my arm but pulls away at the last second with a shaky sigh.

"What can I do?" Her voice is soft, desperate.

I ignore her question, "do you realize what you've done? This is your reputation Whitney. I wasn't the only one who saw that show. Do you realize what the boys must think? Do you realize how stupid you made me look tonight?"

"I said I'm sorry!"

Silence.

"What can I do Harry?" Her voice is exhasperated.

Her hand moves to my thigh, I move mine to push hers away but it ends up going the other way by accident, involuntary brushing across my boner that has yet to go away from earlier tonight.

The air is sucked out of the car, I scramble to cover it up before she notices, "unless you have some class ten explanation for what in the hell led you to that type of 'job'," I air quote, "then you can't do anything."

It's too late.

"You liked it."

"Excuse me?"

I jerk my head around to see the sadness evaporate from her face as she figures out what she wasn't supposed to know.

"Y-you're yelling. Telling me what a slut I am...but you actually enjoyed the show." Disbelief and relief flood her tone.

"Enjoy seeing you show your body off to a club full of creeps?" I sarcastically laugh, "yeah just what I had planned for the night."

"You're unbelievable Harry. A hypocrite."

I press my lips together to avoid saying something I'll regret.

"I know you Harry..."

No you don't.

Her hand leaves my leg as my eyes drift out into the darkness beyond the glass.

So vacant.

Everything would have been fine but then she had to start talking on the way.

"Say something please."

She had to say my name once then over again.

"Harry."

"Harry."

She had to move her hand to my thigh so all I could picture was her soft skin as she took me in her palm. Moist lips taking me-

And I knew I couldn't deal with this strained boner another fucking second.

I needed to hear her give me a reason not to care so much.

To detach my heart from my mind.

Not to want her with every fucking ounce of blood running through my veins, every fiber on my skin.

But it doesn't even matter, because I need her.

A desire that must be filled before it goes away for otherwise it will only stay to torture me.

"Climb in the back."