~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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"I have to leave for New York. I'll be gone three days," Harry said in my ear while playing with strands of my hair.
"Oh. When do you leave?" I was still trying to comprehend what he told me minutes ago. My mind still racing.
"Tomorrow. Niall is going with me then heading back to LA," he sighed. "And since my first single will be out soon, Jeff thinks it'll be a good idea to release a public statement about what happened that night. Which was nothing. God I fucking hope so," he stepped back.
"I still can't believe they found traces of Rohypnol and Ketamine in your system!" I felt anger build in my chest again. "That fucking cunt roofied you!" I paced the concrete in front of the car. "Why didn't you tell me when you found out?!" I was beyond pissed. I honestly never felt so much hatred before. What happened to Harry was something I can't even fathom without wanting to squeeze the last breath from this woman.
"I-I didn't want to add more to your stress--"
"Harry, I don't care! Baby--my god...it could have killed you," tears filled my eyes rapidly from the intense urge to retaliate against her, and the heavy ache tugging at my heart. "I'm so sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Lon. I shouldn't have stayed there when my Dad left. Or I should have called Stuart," he looked at me biting his lip. "This could have been easily avoided. And now I'm in a heap of a bind.....and I lost you."
"You didn't lose me," I looked at him through my eyelashes. "I love you, Harry. So damn much...I just think the space is needed with all that's going on. I'm worried about the trial affecting your career."
"I know you are but let me make that decision ...being there for you is more bloody important than my career! I do this because I enjoy it, not to make fans or for anyone's approval of my life," he turned towards me, his long legs brought him directly in front of me in two strides. He was so close I could feel his breath heating up my face. "I can't be without you. I'm trying...I just can't," the tip of his fingers brushed my cheek that was already hot.
"Having you this c-close is clouding my thoughts," I managed to whisper. I almost forgot the influence Harry has over my whole being.
"Good..that means I still have the same effect on ya," he leaned his forehead on mine.
I felt my guard slowly start to go down. My body was reacting to him without me even giving it permission. He softly pressed his weight onto me, bringing his mouth to my neck. "You always smell so fucking good," he growled and pressed his lips along my jugular.
My hands that were hanging next to me suddenly came up grabbing his hips, digging at the pudge above his waistline. Why did he have to be so god damn perfect to me. "Harry," I moaned.
"Yes, my love..I'm here," he pulled away from my neck to look in my eyes. "I love you. Please, take this ache away...be mine again?" His green eyes that captivated me from the beginning were searching mine desperately.
