Cheater

Chapter 1

I slowly opened my eyes. They burned and they hurt. I forgot to take my contacts out when I went to bed. My vision was blurry for some seconds before I finally saw where I was.

This wasn't my bed. This wasn't even my bedroom. And this sure as hell wasn't my boyfriend who was laying next to me.

No, my boyfriend was shorter, he was skinnier and he had short blond hair.

This boy was tall, had a nice body and his hair was brown and curly. But the worst part: he was naked.

I slowly lifted the covers I was under and saw that I was naked as well. My head started spinning and I felt my entire body getting heavier with every move I made.

How did I end up naked in a stranger's bed?

I quietly tried to get out of the bed but the boy next to me groaned before he opened his eyes. He smirked at me and rubbed his eyes. "Good morning." He said in a deep and raspy morning voice that made my heart beat faster. "Good morning." I mumbled and wrapped the blanket around my body. He watched me and shook his head. Then he grabbed the blanket and pulled it away from my body, exposing me completely. "Nothing I haven't seen yet." He scoffed at me. My cheeks immediately reddened and I looked down at the ground embarrassed.

I saw my clothes laying there and I quickly grabbed them and put on my panties and bra. When I was about to put on my dress, the stranger, who was still lying in his bed watching me, stopped me with his hand on my wrist. "Take one of my shirts." He said and walked to his closet to pull out a black shirt and toss it to me.

I caught it and pulled it over my head finally feeling covered again. I looked over to see the boy getting dressed as well. I tried my best to remember his name but I couldn't. When he finished he looked at me with a smile.

"Breakfast?" He asked as he buckled his belt. "No. I should go home." I slowly replied. "I shouldn't be here anyway. I don't even remember your name." The expression on his face changed for a second but I couldn't quite catch it before he nodded his head understanding. "I'm Harry."

Harry. Now I remembered him. Well, not really him, but his voice, his hands on my body and this amazing smirk. "I'm Em-" I was about to say when he interrupted me. "Emma. I know."

Ouch. He remembering my name only made me feel worse.

I stayed quiet and looked down on my feet. This conversation was awkward. I impatiently waited for Harry to say something to make it better but he was quiet as well.

"I should go home." I repeated again more to myself than to Harry but he nodded and bent down to lift my purse from the ground. "Here." He said and handed me the object. Then he walked out of the room and I followed him.

He brought me to the door. "Do you do this often?" I asked when we reached the door. Harry was obviously a bit taken aback by my question. "Taking girls home." I added quickly. Harry smirked at me. "Yeah sometimes." He answered like it was nothing. "Why? Don't you feel lonely?" I pressed him.

He shrugged. "No, why should I feel lonely. There's always a girl with me."

I laughed slightly and shook my head. "Yeah you're probably not alone. But you don't have to be alone to be lonely."

Harry stayed quiet. He took a step closer to me and looked down on me. He used his right hand to push my hair behind my ear and then cupped my face in his hands. He brought his face down to mine so his lips barely brushed mine. I felt his hot breath and my heart started to beat faster again. He waited a moment until he finally pressed his lips on mine.

And I stopped thinking.

I forgot the world for a moment and lost control of everything. Harry's touch made me melt in his hands.