The kiss lasted for a few minutes. It was passionate and it was new and any guilt I should have felt, I didn't. It was as if I was a single woman, I completely forgot about Finn and the foundations of our relationship. My hands were wrapped around Harry's neck, my fingers entwined in his hair as I fisted his locks lightly. We pulled away from the kiss, breathless from it's desperateness.
"Harry, this really shouldn't have happened" the realisation of what I did hit me in the face and I was now flooded with guilt.
"Yes but Liv, it did and we can't change it. This happened because we both wanted it" I sighed in defeat because I knew he was right. I felt jealous when he kissed Lily, I couldn't keep my eyes off him all night and the other day at my shop he swept me off my feet when he quoted Romeo and Juliet, I didn't anyone who could do that.
"Look it was just a moment of weakness, I can't leave Finn. I love him, he loves me" I started to panic and my eyes started to fill up, "Please don't tell him Harry! I'm begging you, I couldn't deal with it, I just couldn't" Before I knew it I was sobbing my heart out because I was now a dirty, lying cheater.
Harry rubbed my arms trying to calm me down, "I promise I won't tell Finn, Olivia", I looked up at Harry through wet lashes and faintly smiled thanking him. "But I don't want to forget about you, I don't want to leave this, I can't"
"Well I'm sorry Harry. But you're going to have to, we both are", and with that I walked away, trying to forget about what I did.
I approached the door to my flat, I closed my eyes and let out yet another sigh. I shook my hands as if ridding the guilt that possessed me as I entered my flat. I made my way back into my bedroom to find Finn flat out the bed. It saddened me that moments ago I single-handedly betrayed our relationship. I sat on the bed next to him and stroked his hair, I couldn't believe what I had done, I had a perfect relationship and life with this boy and I destroyed it. I was supposed to be in love with him, why would I do this? A tear slid down my left cheek as I was reliving what I had done, I felt so ashamed of myself but I knew I couldn't tell Finn. I just had to find a way to rid the guilt, to stop feeling what I was. Finn groaned and turned over, even when sleeping he was beautiful. I faintly smiled at him thinking about our memories together. When we first got together in our last year of school, how we both got a matching tattoo on our second anniversary, he was pretty much my first for everything. First boyfriend, first love, first time. How could I have been so dumb to throw that away? We've been together for three and a half years I wasn't prepared to throw that all away. I got up off the bed and took Finn's shoes off for him, placing a blanket over him. I turned off the lamp and returned to the party.
There wasn't that many people left and it was pretty late so I asked if people could leave. When the last guest left I closed the door behind them, my back pressed against the door as I slid to the floor, I just broke down. There was a quiet knock on the door, but I brushed it off until it happened again. I stood up wiped my eyes and slowly opened the door.
"Sorry I left my phone, can I get it?" It was Harry.
"Hurry up" My words more harsh than their intentions. I moved to the side to let him in, but he slightly brushed against my shoulder. I just wanted him out of my flat as soon as possible. I didn't want the mortifying reminder that I was a cheat. He made his way over to the fireplace and picked his phone up from the mantelpiece, walking back over to the door we didn't break eye contact. When he was stood in front of me he held his hand out in gesture for me to shake it.
"I'm sorry. Let's just forget everything that happened Olivia. Friends?" I was thankful for his gesture so I put my hand in his and shook.
"Friends" I slightly chuckled.
He left my flat but not my mind. I locked up and went to join Finn in bed and soon enough I slipped into slumber.
That night I had the most restless sleep of my life. I tossed and turned and awoke numerous times, I knew why, I was riddled with guilt. I stretched my arm out to feel for Finn but he wasn't there. My initial reaction was panic; my mind flooded with thoughts wondering if he knew what had happened between me and Harry, had he saw? Did I confess in my sleep? I couldn't deal with the paranoia. I flung myself out of bed and went into the kitchen to find my boyfriend cooking breakfast, relief washed over me because he was still here but then the guilt struck again because he had no idea.
"Baby! Go back into the bedroom I wanted to make you breakfast in bed" Karma or what?
I walked over to him, put my hands in the front pocket of his apron and gave him a small kiss and then I held his face in my hands as I looked into his eyes.
"How did I get so lucky with you? You actually mean so much to me" He smiled at my comment and then placed his hands over mine and took them away from his face and kissed my knuckles.
"I could say the same about you. Now get back to bed so I can surprise you with this amazing food"
He made me so happy and I couldn't believe that I had almost ruined our relationship. He couldn't find out because I'd lose him and I could not let happen, as selfish as it may seem. I smiled at him and did as he said. I tucked my self back into bed and waited for my breakfast. Moments later my phone vibrated on the side table next to my bed, I picked it up and there was a text waiting for me.
'Liv? Hi, it's Harry. I just wanted to say sorry for last night, I don't know what came over me. You looked good though ;)'
Hm, really? This is the apology text I'm getting from him, he's supposed to be literate! He can quote Shakespeare for goodness sake, I am not accepting this apology!
'Harry I have no idea how you got my number but if you think that this apology is anywhere near acceptable you can think again. I will be waiting.'
And with that I hit send and enjoyed the rest of the morning with my boyfriend.
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My Little Treasure
FanficIt's always hard being second best, but it's even harder being second best in your family. I never lived up to the high expectations that my parents held for me, unlike my brother. It was crystal clear that I was the disappointment in the family. Al...