Crossing Paths

2

If I had to give mine and my new acquaintance a star rating for our little trip for coffee, I would perhaps not score it as low as I originally thought, or hoped.

That just made it all the more harder letting him down and telling him I was 'happily' in a relationship.

It felt good. I mean really good to get out even if it was for only 30 minutes, without the on going worry of doing something to embarrass Harry whenever we were out together.

"Hey, I had fun today." Blake speaks up pulling me out of my thoughts,

"Me too," I smile,

"So... that brings me to my next question. Can I have your number?"

There it was. That question where I had to carefully place him in the friend-zone.

"I have a boyfriend"

"Have you ever heard of just being friends with someone? No wonder you don't hang around with people," as harsh as his words seemed to be, it was only the truth.

"I guess... if we are only on friend terms then I can make an exception, but.."

"But what..?"

"But don't make me regret it" I sigh

"I could never do such a thing princess" I give him a pointed look at his sudden nickname. Smirking at me he stands up gesturing a hand for me, which I gratefully grab, only as friends of course.

"As fun as drinking coffee with you has been I better get heading home," I murmur turning to Blake expectantly,

"Leaving so soon, Ell?"

"I'm getting tired of all these name changes!" I huff, can't he just choose a name and stick with it?!

"Better go take a nap then m'lady because they aren't going anywhere" he smiles a big, goofy, nerdy looking smile that was a complete contrast to his big, bad wolf exterior.

"Shut up. Just shut up."

I start walking in the opposite direction towards my apartment, when I hear his voice again.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home. Where else do you think?" Honestly, I didn't want to go home, but Harry got upset when I wasn't home by 4 at the latest, cooking dinner.

"Well, my cars that way," he points towards a extremely extravagant matte black sports car.

"Jesus Christ! What! How the fūck did you afford... that!" I squeak my jaw dropping well below my knees.

"It's top of the range. I'm guessing you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!"

"So... is that a yes?" I look back at him, taking my eyes off the beauty for a few seconds to give him a confused look.

"What's a yes?"

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Shït how can I not take this offer! It's gorgeous!"

We clamber in and he mutters profusely with 'be careful', 'don't touch anything' and 'get your feet off the dashboard!'. He sounded like a mother.

After telling him my address, which was about a 5 minute drive from campus, he drives... no... speeds down the roads zipping through the crowded streets. If I hadn't of been so interested in how he could afford such a thing I'd probably be yelling at him to slow down.

Only a mere 5 minutes later we had reached outside my apartment and both sides were climbing out. Damn, those cars were sure as hell amazing but a freaking maze to get out of. The seatbelt, I don't know how, was now tangled around my legs and my arms were struggling to free them.

Thinking i had sorted it I try again to step out, as graciously as I could, but to my dismay I ended up falling butt first onto the curb making the bone at the bottom of my spine tingle.

I heard laughter to the side and I quickly look up glaring at the culprit.

"God dammit, Blake! Fücking help me, now!" I scream my cheeks being tinged with scarlet-red.

"Oh, Ell. If looks could kill. Look at your face!" Amusement was laced in his tone and I pout covering my cheeks with my palms before burying my head in my knees. I wish I could bury a 6 feet hole and bury myself in it.

Feeling strong hands wrap around my arms I get lifted effortlessly off the side-walk back to my real height.

"Thanks, I guess" I give Blake a final smile before waving and walking to the front door of the building.

"See you around, Ell!"

"See you around, Blake."

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(Warning- minor detail of violence.)

"Hey, baby" a husky voice whispers in my ear whilst a pair of rough hands make their way around my waist. I squirm internally wishing anything but to be where I was.

He's your boyfriend Ella!

"Hi, Harry. How was your day?" I try to make small talk hoping he wouldn't fly into a rage, or do the opposite.

"Mm. Better now" he twirls me around so I'm now facing him and he starts plastering wet, dirty kisses along my neck down to the rim of my top.

"Harry, I'm doing dinner."

"Stop doing dinner then! It's not that hard."

He continues his assault of kisses, with each kiss his hands get a little more heavy, his body gets a little closer and his breath gets a little rougher.

Without realising he grabs my hands and presses them against his lower area, pressing hardly I can feel his jeans tighten and the obvious bulge. I try and pull my hand away hoping it'll end there, yet he clearly has other thoughts because his grip only tightens.

"Feel what you do to me, babe. I can't wait to feel you."

"Harry.." I mumble pushing at his chest, "if you don't stop fücking moving I'll make you and that feeling won't be so nice" making myself still I become limp letting him take control. Letting him slowly, torturously deprive me of my dignity with each piece of clothing torn off and each thrust.

Only ever speaking or acting every so often. Even those actions dimmed to a small sob, if he was to rough, because of previously paying the price of earning a hard, cold slap across my left cheek.

Originally thinking today was going to be okay
- for once - I become aware that no days will ever be okay. Not as long as I'm still here. With him.