"Harry what are you doing here? It's almost midnight"
"Actually I wanted some time far away from Jill"
"What happened?"
"It's a long story. It's just not like 20 years ago. And why are you here?"
"Beau"
"Oh yeah, I know he's an asshole. I was talking to him today. He seems bossy. How can you tolerate him?"
"It's not that hard you think it is. I try to avoid him when I can. Like now. Hey, can you stay here with me tonight?"
"Yeah I think I can." He smiled at me. But it was a different smile not like when we were shooting Idol.
We were sitting on the sofa watching a movie when he put his left hand on my thigh. What the fvck is he doing?
"Harry...your hand"
"Oh, sorry, is it a problem for you?"
"N...no, actually no"
Now I feel like I want to f*ck him right now right here. But we still can't be more than just friends. We both have someone and we're co-judges and I don't want things to be weird between is. But still.. I want him, I admit it.
"Hey let's take a walk around the studio. We never saw the whole place." He suggested.
"Ok why not."
We took a short walk. He showed me the rooms which I've never been in. We walked back to the hall when he stopped me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. What is he doing? He leaned in a little and our lips were just inches away. I was staring at his lips and he did the same. Then he kissed me...hard. I moaned and he did too. He sucked my neck leaving hickeys. I was breathing heavily while he was busy kissing my collar bone. He grabbed me by my ass, lifted me up and carried to his dressing room. He layed me down on his bed, and got on top of me. The night went on...
What is the meaning of all of this?
