From: ThatAsshole
You have until 8 to get it done before I take matters into my own hands.
I was still thinking about the text I received from Josh this morning. It was now 7pm and I was still sitting in my bed, tears rolling down my face as the time neared. I had been in here all day. My mom had tried multiple times to come in and see what was wrong but I wouldn't talk, just sit there and cry. What was I to say? Oh mom, the reason I haven't left my room all day is because I'm dreading what will happen when I do? You know, when I have to break up with Harry due to one of his friends threatening to rape me otherwise?
Yeah, I don't think so.
But it wasn't just that, my mom was never the one I talked to about things that were bothering me. That was my dad, he and I got on alot better, he just understood me more. But of course, he was off at work.
I didn't even know how it got to this point. One minute I'm in Harry's bed, cuddle up next to him while watching movies, the next I'm standing in-front of Josh's door trying to fix things between the two of them. And before I know it I had to choose between getting my virginity taken away from me or breaking up with Harry. The boy who had no one.
I just sat there thinking over all my options. It seemed like every idea that came to mind was followed by a flaw in it.
Break up with Harry? Both he and I are left heartbroken.
Don't break up with him? Josh comes after me.
The only possible option was to tell Harry about what happened. But what if he didn't believe me? Josh wouldn't really come after me, would he?
My eyes drifted over to the clock that hung over my closet. My eyes struggling to read the numbers through the tears that blurred my vision.
7:10
In 50 minutes to break up with Harry. In 50 minutes we both would be left heartbroken. In 50 minutes I would lose all my friends, they surely wouldn't stick around after what I'm about to do to Harry. In 50 minutes I would be alone.
With shaky hands I pulled out my iPhone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Harry's name. After multiple attempts, my shaky hands were able to compose a message;
To: Harry<3
Are you home?
Within seconds my phone buzzed with a reply back;
From: Harry<3
Yea, just got back from the gym. Why? Miss me already? ;) x
Usually I would have smiled or even giggled at his flirtatious texts, but knowing what was going to happen in a few moments made it impossible for me to do so. He had no idea what was about to happen which made it 10x worse.
To: Harry<3
Can I come over? We need to talk.
Even I cringed at my response. It was right to the chase, nothing sweet about it. Why sugar coat it? I mean all it would do was set up false hope. Harry must have noticed my bland tone due to how long it took him to reply. Knowing him he was probably sitting there with his tongue sticking out on the left side of his mouth as he started at the text trying to figure out what was wrong. But eventually, my phone buzzed.
From: Harry<3
Sure, is everything okay? x
I didn't bother replying, instead I slowly got off my bed, walking over to my dresser and collecting my car keys before heading to his house. As soon as my car was parked outside his home, I let a frustrated sigh, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel. One of my hands slipped, honking the horn. I cursed under my breath as Harry's front door opened to reveal him standing there in nothing but his white gym shorts that hung so low I could see his Jack Wills boxers sticking out. I couldn't help myself as my eyes scanned over his toned- ink covered chest. He looked around with furrowed eyebrows until his eyes landed on my car. His face softened up as he offered me a warm smile.
