AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 32.

"What do you fücking want, Bree?" Harry asks angrily, pulling away from me.

I could hit her right now, but I decide against it.

"Harry, she isn't good for you. As your best friend, you need to listen to me. This chick is psycho." Bree says with a conniving grin on her face.

"I'm psycho? Look at you. Look what you're doing right now, barging in on the man who's supposed to be your best friend. I'm surprised he's even letting you stay here after the way you act." I fire back.

Bree takes a few steps back and doesn't say anything else, causing a smile to spread over my face.

"Bree, you know I like you as my friend and I'm grateful for all that you've done but if Elena and I being together is going to cause you a problem, you're going to have to stay somewhere else." Harry says. I can tell he's fighting hard to keep his temper intact.

"Seriously, Harry? You're choosing her over me?"

"I'm not choosing anyone over anyone. If you would fücking keep yourself in check, we wouldn't be having this damn problem."

"What the hell ever," Bree snaps and turns towards the door. "I'm getting my things and leaving."

"Bree," harrys half shouts but she ignores him.

What a bitch she is, I think to myself. I listen as Bree's footsteps get quieter and quieter until it's silent in the room again. Harry takes his former space back, embracing my body and walking us backwards until I hit the wall.

"Do you want me?" He asks near my ear.

I think about his question hard. Of course I want him, but it's not that simple. Being with someone could lead to bad feelings and heartbreak. I could get hurt. The other side of me, the rational side, reminds me that it could also lead to love and happiness. But it's me I'm talking about here, me who always gets the short end of the stick.

"I could make you happy, Elena. At least for a little while, until you get tired of me." Harry says. "I can try and get better but I don't know if I can. I will try, anyways. For you."

"Okay," I whisper.

"Okay?" Harry squeezes me tighter.

"Okay, Yes, I want you. I want to be yours."

Harry's grip on me loosens and he tips his head down, making our gazes lock. I feel like I'm walking on thin ice, like I'm in dangerous territory here. I haven't let anyone in for so long that I've almost forgot what it's like.

"Harry, one thing." I say and he raises his eyebrows. "You don't have to stop with the handcuffs and blindfolds all the time. It's kinky. . . And I kind of like it."

"Kind of?"

"Shut up," I swat at his chest.

The rest of the night, Harry and I occupy ourselves in his bedroom, handcuffs, make shift bandana blindfold and all. There's a new pressure on me now and I can't shake it. I have to try hard with this. I can't get mad and not talk to him for a week because that's not how relationships work.

As Harry pounds into me over and over again, I can't fight the feeling that somethings going to go wrong and that I'll never be this close to him again. I'll just have to take it day by day and see where it leads me.

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