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It took me a while to take in what he was saying, though he waited patiently. I know I don't want him out of my life, but I don't like the secrecy. My desire to be near him outweighs the discomforting feeling of the unknown. The choice is obvious.

"I want you to stay."

He lets out a breath of air and hugs me.

"Then I will stay." He whispers into my ear.

I pull away from him, but stay within reaching distance.

"Harry, what.. what exactly are we?"

His body language changed into a defensive one.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, we're friends. Obviously.." How can he not know what I mean?? "But.. I don't know. Nevermind."

He sits down next to me and grabs my hand.

"Best we not put a label on things, doll."

I don't like leaving our... whatever this is.. "unlabeled"

I feel awkward, so I try to think of a way to escape the situation.

"I'm gonna let you get situated. I'll be in the front room. Go ahead and put your stuff where ever." I grab my phone and walk out.

For some reason, my feelings are hurt. I know they shouldn't be because he didn't say anything directly offensive, but nonetheless, I still felt an emotional slap in the face. While Harry was gone, I did everything I could to get my mind off of him. Now that he's back, I find it ironic that I'm still trying to do this.

I mindlessly stare at the television screen for a few minutes and then decide to waste time on my phone. I suddenly become aware of Louis' number on my hand. I decide to add it to my contacts. I stare at the name and numbers and internally debate on calling or texting him...

I decide to text him saying who I was.

I set my phone down and notice Jeremy sitting next to me. Well, across from me.

"Jer, do you mind Harry being here?"

"No, I like him. He's nice to me." He beams, "And he's nice to you."

"That's why you're my favorite, mate." Harry enters the room and leans against the wall. "Ash, let's go get food."

He starts to the door, but I don't move. "C'mon, let's go." He presses.

"I'm okay, I'm not hungry. But you go ahead."

He pauses, but turns the handle to leave. He stops abruptly, "Please come with me, Ashley."

His behavior seems a little off, but he just got back.. I don't know what's going on with him. I nod my head and follow him.

When we get in his truck and both doors are closed, he looks at me intensely.

"Please, don't talk to that Louis guy."

My first reaction was anger and defiance. "Acrually, I can talk to whoever I want. You're not my boyfriend."

His jaw tightens. "I said please." He says, gritting through his teeth.

"Harry, you can't boss me around.. I'm not a child. I'll talk to who I want." I cross my arms and give him an icy glare.

"Ashley, you don't-- fine." He says and drives away from my house.

I don't know what I wanted him to say, but it wasn't that. The car was dead silent for a few minutes and you could almost see the tension.

We make our way to the grocery store in a small plaza surrounded by at least seven Starbucks.

He makes a few fruit jokes, and my annoyance unwillingly slips away. He grabs a lot of junk food for Jer and insists he needs because he's a "growing lad".

Harry grabs a bunch more unhealthy, delicious-looking food and pays for it. I almost ask him about his mysterious endless supply of money, but decide against it.

By the time we got home, it was dark and Jer was in some outgrown, janky pajamas. Harry praised the supposed superhero plastered on the worn out piece of cloth. My mom was no where to be seen, but I didn't think much of it. To be honest, I'm passed the point of worrying or even caring about her "extracurricular" activities.

Jer passed out on the couch with a twinkie in his hand. Harry and I went into my room and the air was immediately filled with both awkward and sexual tension.

I cleared my throat to contribute some sort of noise to the atmosphere.

Harry grabbed my hand and talked in a low voice. So low, I could barely hear.

"You've got my heart in your hand." He whispers and absentmindedly tucks some strands of hair behind my ear.

"I want to kiss you..." He continues, "Can I kiss you?"

I nod and as his lips connect to mine, a surge of electricity rips through my entire body. I want more of him, always. My hands grab at the bottom of his shirt. He takes the hint and pulls it off. He doesn't hesitate to bring his lips back to me, this time focusing on my neck. At first, he peppers small kisses all the way up to the corner of my jaw and then goes back to the middle of my neck. He sucks gently, and I can feel the blpod rising to the surface of my skin. I suck in a sharp breath from the pleasure and can feel his smile against the crook of my neck. His hands travel to my breast and I jerk away.

"I didn't- I was- I'm sorry." He looks at me panicked.

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I-" I couldn't find the words.

He smiled bashfully. "That was hot though."

I swat his arm playfully, and he pretends to be hurt.

We both laugh and he looks adorningly into my eyes. He pushes my hair back and touches the newly placed hickey on my neck. He kisses the spot tenderly.

"I gave you a love mark." He said smugly.

Sorryyyyy I haven't updated i wasnt busy i just didnt feel up to it:/ but hey we're gettin to some pretty kinky shit so stay tuned and vote bc ilysm