dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I wake up to the sound of soft knocks on the door.

"Can I come in?" I hear Harry's voice on the other side of the door.

"Yeah, sure."

He slowly opens the door, and our eyes meet. His green eyes to my brown ones.

He stares at me, not saying a word. The only sound is the slow breathing of both our lungs. It's a very still sound.

"Why are you staring at me?" I finally ask, not breaking our eye contact. His eyes seem so captivating. A nice kind of captivating. The kind where you could stare for hours, upon hours, and not get distracted by another living soul.

"You're pretty." He says in a deep, low voice.

I don't know what to say, honestly. No other man, except Liam, has said that to me before. I want to make sure Liam is the only one though.

"Thanks." I don't ignore the compliment, but I also forget about it after that moment.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs," Harry breaks the eye contact, rubbing his palms against his black jeans, "You can come eat."

"Thank god, I'm so hungry." I try lightening the mood, and it works because we both laugh a little.

With that, he leaves the room for me to get ready. His mood has changed quickly, but not in a bad way, I guess.

I immediately use one of the new toothbrushes to clean my mouth.

Once I'm done cleaning my mouth, I strip the pajamas from my body, throwing them in to the clothes bin.

I didn't bring one item of clothing with me, except for the ones on my back. Those were very dirty, and I know for a fact I didn't have anything else.

I grab one of the bras, along with a pair of new underwear, putting them both on.

This whole thing sickens me, and I hate wearing these clothes that are not mine, but I have to stick with the plan.

I search among all the clothes to find a decent outfit.

I end up putting on a pair of jeans with a simple black V-neck, and white converse.

My hair was a different story. It was a curly mess, and needed to be tamed right away. Unfortunately, there wasn't a hair straightener, so I put it up in a loose pony tail.

I looked like a mess.

I quietly made my way out of my room, and down the beautiful staircase.

When I enter the kitchen, the smell of eggs and bacon, fill my senses.

"Did you cook?" I quietly ask, and Harry turns around at the sound of my voice.

"Uh, yeah." He says, placing an egg and two strips of bacon, on a plate.

I nod, taking the plate from him.

"Thanks." I say, as I sit down at the counter.

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After a talkative breakfast, Harry tells me he has some people coming over, and that I should probably occupy myself. I nod, knowing it's the best.

I can hear faint voices coming from downstairs. It must be Harry and the people that are over.

I silently walk over to the staircase, and listen to their voices. I'm out of sight, but I am able to hear them.

"Did you get the girl yet?" I hear a deep voice ask, an unfamiliar voice.

"Uh, yeah, I did." Harry says.

"What do you think of her?" The voice asks, and I scoot closer so I can now see them. They are sitting on the couch, drinking a beer.

"She's really beautiful." Harry starts to say, a smile growing on his lips. "So beautiful." He repeats, fiddling with his fingers.

My heart pace quickens at Harry's words. He can't do this, I have Liam.

Liam; my one and only.

"Harry, you can't fall for a baby doll." The guy says, laughing.

"Don't call her that. She's not like that, it's complicated and none of your fucking business." His eyes turn cold at the mans choice of words about me. The mans laugh falls silent, giving Harry a look.

"I was kidding." The guy says, sipping his beer.

"She has a boyfriend anyway. He's actually a good friend." Harry says, his hands turning white from gripping his beer. He's getting angry, I can tell.

"That sucks." The guy says.

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