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4. Driving me crazy, but I'm into it.

Songs for this chapter:
- My Place | The Vamps
- Sexy Dirty Love | Demi Lovato
- Starving | Hailee Steinfeld & Grey (feat ZED)
- If Only | Dove Cameron

Chapter four. 

Twenty minutes later, and I'm still trying to come up with an answer for Harry. I've told myself countless of times that I'm done with it, but as Lauren said, I still fancy him and I still want to have his arms wrapped around me.

I sigh deeply and run a hand through my unruly hair. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I know I can't pursue someone who's in a relationship, but I really want to. Oh, how I want to.

But it's bad, and I can't, no matter how much I wish I could. 

I groan and force myself to take my phone up and start typing an answer for the man I wish was available. I can't believe myself as I type in yes and press send. I almost backtrack and quickly send a no, but do I honestly want to do that? No.

So instead I wait anxiously to see what he's going to text back to me, like some bloody teenage girl. Which implies, sitting and staring at my phone like a total nutter.

I'm about to give up and leave my phone alone until it beeps and I'm quick to see who it's from. Harry.

From: Harry: Can I come over?

I reply with a hesitant yes and seconds later, he writes an 'on my way'.

What am I doing honestly? Sitting here, saying that the guy I slept with on New Years and who just also happens to be my best friend's boyfriend, can come over?

I am the bloody worst person to walk the face of Earth.

He's driving me crazy, and though I say I've had enough of it all, I think I may actually really like it. It's the thrill of it, I guess. Sneaking around with a guy that I know is off limits. It's like a modern day, more screwed up, Romeo and Juliet. In a way...

I need to relieve some stress.

I get up from the couch and walks into the bathroom to take a quick shower, even though I know Harry will most probably be here very shortly. I turn on the faucet and wait till it gets warm, then strip out of my clothes and step in under the scalding water.

I let out a deep sigh and close my eyes; letting the thought of green eyes and a tattooed body take over my mind. He's too much for me to handle. Not so much him being with Elizabeth, but more just... him.

His entire being is so overwhelming, and I can't for the life of me fathom why he would waste his time, and put his relationship in jeopardy, for me. He's sweet, caring, funny and so unbelievably handsome, and what am I?

A total homewrecker.

I groan in frustration and turn the water off. My skin is dripping with the glistening water, and I grab a towel to dry myself. When I get to dry my face, I practically bury my face in the soft cotton and let out a frustrated not-really-human noise and stomp my feet like a child. 

I shake my head and walk into my bedroom, pull my kimono from the hanger and pull it over my body and walk to the kitchen and fill a glass with ice-cold water and gulp the liquid down in seconds, to try and calm my nerves.

It doesn't work, and it only gets ten times worse when I hear a knock on the door. He's here. It feels like my legs are made of Jell-O as I wobble to the door and open it, to be met with the face that has been haunting my dreams in the best way possible.