Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 23

Harry's POV

I don't want to open my eyes and get up from this bed, but I know that I have to at some point. I just want to continue to sleep with my arms wrapped around my girlfriend. But now that I have slightly opened my eyes, I can no longer go back to sleep. Fuck.

I look over to see Faithlyn still sound asleep. Her arms wrapped around my mid-torso, our legs tangled together. I forgot that she fell asleep in my button up shirt that she wanted me to wear so badly. I scanned her torso when I look to see the shirt completely unbuttoned and exposed her black lace bra. Her hair was sprawled out on the pillow she was laying on. I couldn't take my eyes off of the girl before me. She was so beautiful and she refuses to believe it.

It's hard for me to think that I could ever hurt her. She used to hate me more than anything in this world, yet she still gave me a chance to let me change her mind about me.

I know that I really don't want to, but I need to get up. My head hurts a little and I know that I'm gonna have to bring Faith some advil when she wakes up. She was a little drunk but not too bad I guess.

I unwrap my arms from the sleeping beauty and slip out from the bed as slow as possible to not send her awake. Once I'm off, I look as her arms were in search for me but ended up grabbing on to a pillow.

I slip my pants on that were on the floor and walk out of the room. For a second, I had forgotten that we fell asleep at Rosetta's house. I was hoping she wasn't awake and wasn't in sight, but I spoke too soon as I see her with a black trash bag sweeping cups from the counter into the giant bag.

I try to ignore her presents as she only wears a white tshirt and red lace underwear. Her legs were phenomenal and tan, but nothing compared to Faith's legs. I avert my eyes from her as she catches me looking. I reach over to the medicine cabinet and grab a pill bottle labeled advil. I begin to walk quickly out of the kitchen with my head down until I bump into a small body I new all too well. And it wasn't Faith.

"I saw you looking, Harry." I look down to Rosetta who was leaning on my body to where I could feel that she was not wearing a bra. Fuck.

"You wish, Rosetta." I say harshly as I side step but she ends up following my same move. She pressed a bit more onto my torso, making me step back and lean on to a counter top. "Would you move out of my fucking way?"

She didn't seem intimidated at all. She just smirked and stared at me. "It's too bad that you're with your little virgin girlfriend. Or else I would say we should go upstairs to my room and I would let you do whatever you want." She says seductively.

No. No this is wrong. This is so wrong. I can't do this to Faith. I love Faith. I can't be turned on by Rosetta.

Memories of Rosetta riding me in my car came to mind but I quickly shake the image from my head.

"I'm going up stairs." I say as I push her off of me. I begin towards the stairs again and was successful to getting the room that I slept in last night. With Faithlyn still asleep, I sat the jar of pills on the side table.

I reached for my phone on the side table. Two missed calls and a voice mail, all from Zayn. I opened this voice mail and listened closely.

"Harry, it's Zayn," slight panting is played through as if he was running from something, "I think I might need your help with something. I need every box from my truck hidden. I need it where nobody could find them. I'll explain later. But please, do it as soon as possible." And the voice mail ended.

I checked the time he tried to call me. he called at two in the morning. What could he be running from at two in the morning? More importantly, why is he counting on me to hide his merch somewhere where nobody could find it?