Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 32: I Can Explain

Chapter 32: I Can Explain

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Recap of 31:

"Well aren't you going to say it back?" He playfully puts his hand over his heart in offense.

I kiss his goofy smirk away, "yes Harry. I love you."

My words are answered with his lips crashing to mine.

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Whitney POV:

Song: Alien: Cary Brothers

I carefully slip my body from Harry's tight grasp, lifting his hand from around my waist.

He moves slightly but as I shuffle over to the nightstand on his side of the bed he doesn't wake.

I pick up my phone to find 5 missed calls appear on the screen.

4 from Robert and 1 from Mia.

I quickly dial Roberts number.

"Damn finally," he huffs into the line.

"What's wrong, you called like 10 times." I over exaggerate for emphasis.

"You left before for shift was over..." His voice lingers with annoyance.

"Shit," I mumble trying to come up with a valid excuse.

"You know I want you back," he pauses before clarifying, "to work of course."

"But?" I prompt knowing it's coming.

"But you can't just do shit like that, this is a job Whitney not some-"

"I know. I know look I'm sorry okay." I plead.

"If you aren't interested in staying that's fine just tell me." Robert offers suspiciously.

My eyes linger down to Harry, his toned chest rising and falling as he sleeps soundly.

I lower my voice do be certain I won't wake him just incase, "it's not that," I bite my bottom lip, "I still need the job. It won't happen again." I assure.

"That's good to hear," his relief resonates through the line before he catches me off guard, "I'll see you at 12 then."

"W-Wait what do you mean 12? As in PM?"

"People were buzzing about last nights show and you left before the little after show so I kind of...promised them a lunch after show today."

"Robert!" I don't know if I'm more frustrated with the fact he expected me to say yes or-

"If you aren't there I'll assume you must not want the job as much as you say."

I need more time to discuss this with Harry first. To tell him why I need this.

"Robert I do-"

"See you at 12."

"But-"

He ends the call before I can protest any further leaving me with 45 minutes to make up my mind, get ready, and take a 10 minute drive.

Fuck.

By the time I've made up my mind I have no other choice I take a quick shower, the warm water relaxes my muscles.

I'm still sore from last night but the pain has slightly eased so I can walk without wincing.

Steam fills the mirror by the time I'm done when I realize my clothes are still scattered on the floor outside in the bedroom, from last night.