"Harry, come back to bed."Kendall's voice echoed through his ears, ones that were tuned tolisten throughout the house just in case. She pulled at his pants ashe stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her as his long haircascaded in a mess around his head. She was petite and weak, but shecould easily make him do anything she wanted. She was his weakness.
"I can't, you know I can't." Harryresponded softly, running his hand through his hair as he attemptedto be strong towards her and insistent with his reply. However, shegave him those brutally sad eyes.
"Please, Harry. A few moreminutes?" she pleaded, her words almost falling out in a whine. Itwasn't a guilt-inducing whine, it was a true one. He knew that. Heknew their time together was so bitter sweet, that he had to soak inhis time he was able to touch her just so he could pretend she was inhis arms when they both resided in their respective beds afternightfall.
"Ken..." Harry tried to resist, hereally did. He knew things could end very badly if he stayed toolong.
"Dylan isn't getting home for atleast another hour. I know we need to be safe, but I really needyou. It wasn't enough." her voice was soft, yet it still cracked. She was staring up at him with depressed eyes, eyes that made hisheart ache.
"A few more minutes." Kendallreleased a relieved sigh, backing up and allowing him to crawl besideher. He could hardly get settled before she engulfed herself in hisbody to touch as much as his skin as she could and he didn't fail todo the same. Neither of them had bothered to fully dress themselvesafter the intimate affair that had occurred between them not tenminutes prior.
You see, Kendall was married. Not toHarry, but to another man named Dylan. Harry knew she had plans toleave Dylan, that she never planned to have an affair in the firstplace, but sometimes things don't happen the way you plan.
Dylan was a harsh man with littlecontrol over his emotions. Kendall met him when they were in highschool and she was convinced they were soul mates. He felt the same,which led them to professing their love to each other at the altarsoon after they graduated. However, as many relationships do, thingschanged after their marriage. Dylan became more distant, not wantingto give her much attention, and the attention he did give her, wasn'tvery nice. He wasn't abuse at the beginning, no, just mean. So itwasn't much of a shock that when Kendall met Harry at work, she foundherself drawn to him.
This was different than most affairs,and different from your typical affair. Neither of them intended topursue each other, but they were very naturally comfortable with eachother and quickly became inseparably close. The mere idea of therebeing something better than the relationship she was in made her wantto divorce Dylan as soon as she could. And, before Harry and Kendalleven began their romance, Kendall tried to leave Dylan She tried.
It happened simply enough. He gothome one day to see her packing her things in their bedroom. Sheexplained she wasn't happy and she knew she could be happier. Shewasn't leaving him for someone else, but she had met someone who hadopened her eyes to how things could and should be between two peoplewho are supposed to love each other. She wasn't facing him when shesaid these things, she was slightly afraid to, for good reason, and,when she finally turned to face him, she began face to face with thebarrel of a gun. Dylan was a fan of guns and while that had alwaysmade her uneasy, she had never feared anything so much in her lifethan when she saw that gun pointed at her head. She would neverforget the psychotic look in his eyes as he did it either.
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An Affair // Hendall
FanfictionYou see, Kendall was married. Not to Harry, but to another man named Dylan. Harry knew she had plans to leave Dylan, that she never planned to have an affair in the first place, but sometimes things don't happen the way you plan.