Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 29: Caught

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Recap of 28:

"Because we don't have to-"

"Harry I said I'm sure."

"We can go back to my place if you would be more comfortable or if you just want to-"

Before I can finish my sentence Whitney's lips are pressed to mine and I already know her answer.

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Chapter 29:

Songs- Right Now: One Direction

I grip my hands around Harry's defined back muscles as he moans into my lips. His boner presses into my thigh and my lashes flutter shut as I feel his length. My stomach knots remembering what he asked moments earlier, "what if I hurt you?"

I know he won't purposefully but I've heard losing your virginity is anything but pleasurable.

My eyes flick back open as a bright light shines through the tinted glass.

Harry pulls away from my lips and quickly jerks his head around.

"What is it?"

A bang sounds.

"Shit."

Harry scrambles through the clothes on the floor.

"Harry?" I tilt my head up to see out the glass as the red and blue lights come into view.

"Wh-"

"Get dressed. I'll distract him." Harry says in a horse whisper.

I jump as two more bangs sound against the car exterior, "police."

I sit up on the seat, quickly throwing Harry's jacket on by the time he climbs out in his jeans and no shirt. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as I catch a glimpse of the males wary eyes.

My heart still thuds against my chest as I regain my breath. I slide over to the left side, sinking down in the seat before leaning my head against the door to try to hear.

All I hear is the soft buzz of the engine, the heat breezing out the vents, and every second of not knowing what's going on is driving me more insane.

I have no idea where we even are.

My eyes glance up as another light shines into the car, headlights maybe, before fading away.

I take my bottom lip between my teeth as the door beeps, "Harry wh-

As he twists around he has the goofiest smirk plastered to his face, patting the seat next to him.

"Change of plans, come back up here."

"But what about-"

His soft jade eyes meet mine, "I'll tell you on the way."

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Harry POV:

"You let him think you pulled off in the middle of no where to jerk off?!" Whitney's voice is brimmed with disbelief.

I throw my head back in laughter remembering how quick the officer was to dismiss me after I told him I suffered from "unexpected erections." Let's just say that wasn't a metal winning ticket to hand out.

"You're unbelievable," Whitney shakes her head but out of my peripheral vision I can catch a smile as she attempts to suppress from laughing.

"The back of my rover wouldn't have exactly been the best way to lose your virginity though," I jokingly defend, my foot pressing down on the break for the stop sign ahead.

Whitney grips my hand resting on the inside of her thigh, "It doesn't matter where," I quickly glance over before switching to the gas, her sapphire rimmed eyes meeting mine, "as long as it's you."

I squeeze her hand reassuringly when I pick up on how it trembles. My eyes drift from the straight road ahead to her face to see her lips pressed to a thin line. I focus in on the road before deciding to speak, "I can tell you're nervous."

She bites her lip coyly.

I rub her thigh encouragingly, "it's okay to be nervous," I lower my voice, "you could say I am too."

"Really?" Whitney softly asks.

"Not in the same way you are of course but I've seen how unpleasant it can be for a virgin."

Whitney is silent before mumbling, "you mean Annabelle?" Her voice lingers with emptiness.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"It's fine. I know this isn't new to you like it is to me."

"It's not Annabelle," i say in hopes to calm her worries, "I mean I wasn't thinking about her when I said that-" I stammer realizing how even more fucked up it sounds.

"Oh."

Fuck. Why did I say that?

"Sorry I can't say shit right-"

"It's fine," Whitney consoles, though the conviction not following through to her tone.

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Whitney POV:

I can't shake my mind off Harry's words, intended to comfort me but if anything they did the exact opposite.

Not Annabelle means there was someone else those two years he was gone. If that's not a knife to my chest I don't know what is.

I always thought he missed me, longed for me like I did for him, but maybe it was never like that after all.

Like I went all those days believing.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

My eyes drift out the glass, the coffee shop on the corner I recognize.

"We're closer to your flat." I state as he continues to drive but slower than before.

"You still want to...?" his eyes drift off the road, a flash his eyes into mine finishing the rest.

"Of course," my hand squeezes his.

This isn't how I pictured it by any means.

No candle lit hotel room with a stunning view of the skyline.

But that's not what mattered when it came down to the core of what it meant.

I love him, and that's all I ever wanted in my first.

To be so deeply engrossed in every fiber of their being. To admire every curve of his soft pink lips, every beautiful inch of skin which ignites me like fire.

To want him with everything I am- for so long- I am left with a thread of self control in which is his with one more glance, one more kiss.

I've been his for a long time.

This will be my proof to him.