Her Deliverance (vol. 2) ON HOLD

Thirty-two

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"Ya no somos amigos."

"Caesar," I shake my head, running my fingers through my tangled hair and huffing. "I apologized like ten times."

"I don't care," He grumbles on the other side of the phone. "I can't believe you were home and didn't even bother to tell me. So much for hanging out."

"I'm sorry," I whine again. "I told you there was just a lot happening that weekend. You know I would of hung out with you otherwise."

"Hm."

"Caesar." I say, just as my bathroom door opens. I look up, my eyes automatically falling on a shirtless wet Harry. His hair, which now reaches just above his ears clings to his forehead and his skin is glistening with droplets of water. I bite my lip as he steps further into my room, his tattooed clad hand pushing his hair back. My eyes instinctively scan his body, stomach flipping when he saunters to his bag on the floor in just a towel wrapped around his lean hips.

"Cabrona," I hear being muttered into my ear and I snap out of my momentary distraction. "She even ignores me when I'm on the phone. Is Harry in the room?"

I cough, blushing even though he can't see me. "Uh yes. Sorry."

"What? Is he naked or something?" He asks and by the teasing tone in his voice I know he isn't really mad at me. I roll my eyes just as my cheeks begin to flush.

"Cállate. He's not." Well not entirely.

"Sure," He says, showing just how much he didn't believe me. "Anyways, as I was saying before you got distracted for whatever reason, I'm not mad at you. Well I was, but I'm over it."

I smile and Harry looks up, discarding the towel around his hips without a second thought and pulling up a pair of white briefs. "Good I-,"

"But, I am insisting that the next time you are home that we hang out. It's been months since I've seen you Princesa. I get you've got yourself a boyfriend now but don't be that girl that forgets her friends."

Guilt fills me immediately and I nod quickly, frowning at Harry when he arches his eyebrow at me. I shake my head as he shrugs a shirt on along with a pair of sweats. "I won't. I'm sorry Caesar."

"All is forgiven chica." He sighs into the phone and I hear the sound of a woman speaking Spanish faintly in the background. "I gotta go. Mi mamá wants me to help her clean the kitchen. We'll speak soon."

"Okay, bye."

He mumbles a quick bye before hanging up, the sound of his mom now yelling at him the last thing I hear before the line clicks. I laugh, tossing my phone on the bed next to me. My grin fades as Caesar's words sink in and a frown grows on my lips. I was being such a shit friend to him but it was hard to constantly keep in touch with him lately. I've been consumed with school, work, Harry, making time for Lila, and dodging calls from my dad. Not to mention I was still being paranoid about the guy in the black hood even though it had already been two weeks since seeing him at the club.