dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

Well, I understand that he has control over his own feelings, but why me?

I love Liam, and he just has to have feelings for me. If Liam were to find out I'm living in the same house, with a guy who has feelings for me, he wouldn't take it very well. God only knows what Liam would do.

Harry and Liam seem like good friends, and the fact that Harry is trying to help me here, is weird since he had these feelings for me.

This is actually terrible, really. What if he goes by the rules, and does something to me. I am certified as a baby doll, at least until the contract expires in a week. Being a baby doll, he can do whatever he pleases to me. I can fight back, and protest, but I'm not the strongest girl in the world. I'm the exact opposite.

I would be hopeless if he tried, but I know Harry wouldn't since he is also trying to quit this job.

My thoughts are interrupted as the door slowly opens. My eyes dart up to the tall figure, that's making his way in the room.

"Did you hear what I said?" Harry asks. My head faces down, as my eyes look at every detail on the floor. I'm looking at anything except him.

"Answer me." His voice grows impatient.

"No." My stubbornness breaks, as I speak the small word to him.

"Excuse me?" He steps closer, grabbing my arm.

"What are you doing?" I stutter, backing away from him, until my back hits the wall. His hand is firmly wrapped around wrist, the other finding it way to a strand of my hair.

I watch as his fingers grab, the brown strand of hair, tucking it loosely behind my ear. His hand skims my cheek, as it slowly moves to his side.

"I always like the things I can never have." He says, his eyes taking in every detail on my face.

"What?" I ask about what he just said, my chest rising up and down with nerves. My stomach flutters with a feeling, I only get around Liam.

Why am I feeling this way? It can't be.

"You. I like you, but I will never have you." He seems closer now, my back pressing up the wall.

I don't say anything, because I know he's right. Not that it bothers me, because I love Liam.

"Liam would kill me if he saw us right now." Harry frowns, his fingers tracing my arm. My head is spinning, and I'm terrified right now. Not only terrified, but mostly nervous.

"Then why are you doing this?" I ask, as his lips inch near mine. His eyes swirl with confusion, and his face slowly backs away from mine.

"You're different. In a good way, of course." He smiles, taking my hand. He leads me over to my bed, sitting me down. Slowly after, he sits next to me, the side of our knees touching.

The old me would be gone right now. I would have fought back, and ran away. The problem is, I can't if I want to get out of here.

"You're the only girl who hasn't been all over me. Usually I have girls crawling on me, but not you. I like that, I guess." He says, as I fold my hands in my lap.

"But Lia-" I start to say, and he groans.

"I know." He sighs.

"I'm sorry." I say, feeling slightly guilty.

If I really liked Liam, but Liam didn't like me back, I couldn't imagine the feeling. Only Liam does, so I don't know how it feels to be in Harry's point of view.

Harry doesn't say anything for a while, but then he speaks up.

"I will wait for you." He says, and I look at him, our eyes meeting.

"You don't know me, how do you like someone so much?" I ask, slightly confused by his words.

"I know some stuff about you, and I would like to know more. I guess I just really like you, to the point where I don't have to know you. I don't know how to explain it, and I don't expect you too feel the same way." He talks. As he talks, I watch him. His eyebrows furrow at some points, and his green eyes hold lust and passion.

Could he really like me like this? With such lust and passion in his eyes.

His head turned to face mine, his green eyes flaming.

Without thinking, I did something I never thought I would ever do to anyone except Liam.

I kissed him.