Torn (harry styles)

30- Picking Up The Peices

The walk home was a blur, a tearful, dark, scary blur. I wish things had gone differently with Harry tonight. I wish I'd had the intelligence to stay away, to ignore every single molecule of me pulling me towards him. But annoyingly, I'm just not strong enough.

It's not that I don't love dexter; I do. And I don't know what I'll do with myself if he doesn't forgive me. I really don't.

Another shoot of stomach tightening pain rips at my insides and I bow over in pain. Lying down flat on my bed. I'm now at home, my mum called me in to talk to her when I walked through the front door. But I was in such a numb state at the time... I ignored her. Ignored the woman who I love more than I love myself. The woman that without her, I would not be me. She gave me life, she held me at the worst of times. And now she's ill, and she wanted me and I fucking ignored her.

Wow I really am going crazy and finding every single little thing to torture myself with until Dexter calls me and tells me everything is okay, and that he's not angry.

I walk weakly into mum's room, ignoring the kicking pain fighting inside my stomach. I wince as I sit on the edge of the bed.

"Mum?" I ask, she stirs but does not wake.

I decide I won't trouble her, she's sleeping and I've already caused enough trouble tonight, not to her, but to everyone else.

I lean over her and plant a small kiss on her dry forehead.

"I love you so much, thank you." I whisper against the spot I kissed, feeling myself tear up.

A cuddle from her is just what I need right now, what I crave. A bit of a mothers love in this mess that is myself. I softly and gently hug her sleeping body, the rising and falling of her chest, the softness of her breath against me ear, comforts and soothes me. I love her so much.

Dexter's P.O.V

"Dext- uhh, uhh, fuck me." Sophie moans as I thrust hard into her. Perspiration forms on my sticky skin, me and Sophie's hot bodies fusing together feels so good. Sophie has clearly slept with more than her fair share of men, I can feel it in her snatch, it's much looser than Skye's. That's why I bet I would love banging Skye. The tightness of her is so pleasurable. I felt her once when I fingered her.

Thinking of Skye, I ought to call her and tell her it's fine otherwise I may never be able to feel her tightness.

Who am I kidding, I've got that bitch wrapped around my finger, I can do her whenever I want.

Sophie's small tits rub against my pecks as I continue jerking in and out of her. We've had quite the session with her tonight. A bit of head, always great to start things off. Now here we are full on banging porno style.

My eyelids flutter closed, feeling my fluids release into the condom. My thrusting gets sloppier and heavier.

"Keep going!" Sophie practically screams into my ear, she has yet to reach her high.

I pull out of her and slowly unroll the condom, shoving it pack into the packet and walking over and putting it in the bin.

The look on Sophie's made up face is priceless, she looks completely outraged. I stopped just before she reached her own orgasm, that has to be annoying.

"Please." She whines.

I stand above her, she's lying with her legs spread wide open on my bed.

I kneel on the floor, her area level with my head. Not the nicest sight ever.

"Dexter! Fucking do something to me, I hate you" she yells, arching her back.

I lean forwards and breath softly against her, she groans loudly, annoyance evident in her tone.