Ms. Believer [On Hold]

31. Three years

This morning I woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around my naked body that was covered by the red duvet that I bought a few weeks ago, a duvet that I really love.

7:14 A.M. The clock indicated the early hour.

I frowned as the rays of the sun entered to my bedroom thanks to the wall made of glass that was right in front of my bed, I rolled over to get closer to his solid body, I buried my face to his chest to hide my eyes from the horrible light invading the room.

"Fuck," I heard him mumble under his breath, I don't like his morning voice, it's extremely rough and I feel like he is mad at me, he has told me a million of times since last night that he isn't but I still feel like he is.

He sat up putting his jeans on and walked over to the wall, covering it with the grey curtains, he instantly joined me in bed again wrapping his arms around me the way they were before.

Even though I'm starting to enjoy his company I have to make him leave.

Today I have to go back to the studio, yeah, I got a job, I'm an important's producer assistant, it's really fun but I hate that I only work on the weekends, specially on Sunday's. My dad was mad at me, he said that I didn't have to get a job.

"I have to get up," I whispered against his chest looking up at him.

I frowned as a hint of green passed through his eyes, no. They are still brown and so not full of life, not like his eyes, everything reminds me of his green piercing eyes. I miss those eyes.

"Kendall" he sighed and looked at me. How the fuck he knows my name?

"But" I pouted as he leaned in to kiss my lips, I don't even know his name, it was just a small kiss though, I'm not planning on giving him any more false hopes, he knows what kind of girl I am, he knows that I have sex with a different guy every fucking Saturday when I go out, just to forget about the only guy that I really love.

Last night, the night before and the whole past month was a mistake and you kept thinking about him, my subconscious reminds me, she is right though, I couldn't keep Harry off of my mind every time as this boy traveled my body with his hands and lips. I somehow felt extremely dirty and like a fucking cheater.

"I will take a shower" I said wrapping the duvet around my body, I rushed in the bathroom to wash away how it felt to be touched by him, by a supposed "friend that would love to take me home".

Cara is going to be so disappointed. Oh, her and Liam know about this, they've visited a few times, nobody else knows that I'm here, I begged them to keep the secret, I really don't want Harry to find out, he probably hates me, I know he does.

I took my phone and texted my best friend about what happened last night, she kept calling me a whore but saying that it was okay to keep my mind off the things that are going through my mind lately, she says sex is the best therapy I could get. Maybe it is.

I walked in the bedroom again, already dressed, simple black jeans, a dark blue blouse and high heels. My make up was natural as always, a little of mascara, my eyebrows, some gloss and foundation.

I looked over to the guy that was already dressed up, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"So," The guy that I believe is called Eric spoke as I took my medication, "I'll leave, we don't want my girlfriend to-"

I shrugged, "I'm not your side hoe, it was a drunk mistake" I admit "Thank you though, you were, eh," I don't find the right words, he wasn't even that good "Okay, you were okay"