Aimless h.s.

Chapter 8

Harry

Abby's eyes went wide and she began clumsily trying to put her bra back on as she put more distance between us.

"Ohmygod," she whispered and jerked her shirt over her head.

I watched helplessly as she pulled her skirt down and adjusted it.

"Ohmygod, I did it again," she murmured and shook her head in disbelief. When she started for the door I panicked. This couldn't be it.

"Abby, wait. Let me explain," I begged and she shook her head.

"No, don't. I get it. I'm an easy lay. You're about to tie yourself to a girl for the rest of your life so you used me. One more last night of fun." She let out a sarcastic laugh.

"I'm an easy target. I know that. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. I hope she says yes."

I couldn't find words to make this right when she jerked the door open and came face to face with a very angry El.

"Are you okay? No, you're not. Come with me," she said to Abby in a soothing tone. Then she shot me a glare.

"I can't believe you," she snapped.

I watched them both walk away from me. I zipped my jeans, grabbed my shirt, and slipped it on. The pink scrap of fabric I'd jerked off her in my insanity to be in her lay forgotten on the floor. She was walking around in that short skirt with no panties. Damn.

I picked up the last memory I'd have of knowing just how good Abby Mitchell felt and tucked it into my pocket.

Zayn met me in the hallway. I owed him an apology too. Not that I was in the mood to give him one. He'd probably be the next one to find out just how amazing Abby felt. My blood heated up as images of Zayn touching Abby flashed in my head.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought you were gonna ask Amanda to marry you tomorrow night. Louis said you have the ring already."

I let out a frustrated sigh.

"I am. It's a little deeper than the way it looks. I hooked up with Abby weeks ago when she was passing through town. She's memorable." I wasn't about to tell him just how good she was because I had no doubt he'd try her out himself and I knew his heart was too abused to ever love again.

"So you needed one more taste? She knew you were getting married? If she did then that's cool.. okay it's not cool but.. you get what I mean. But if she didn't then you're a sorry ass motherfucker." The last part came out in a soft voice laced with an angry threat.

"I'm the motherfucker," I mumbled and shoved past him as Amanda made her way toward me. I just had to deal with her now.

"I've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?" she asked. I wanted to lie but I decided she didn't need to think this was a fairytale. She needed the truth.

"Having really hot wild sex. If I'm asking you to marry me tomorrow at the benefit then I needed to have one more fond memory."

Most girls would have flinched but I'd known Amanda wouldn't. This was a business transaction for her too.

"I hope it was a good one because I won't allow it once I'm wearing that ring," she hissed.

"It was incredible," I replied and headed for the front door.

"Let's go."

Abby

I didn't want to go back out to the balcony with El.

I saw Zayn walking toward us and I just wanted out. This time it hurt.

With Sam I'd just been disgusted. But with Harry... it was painful. He had been different. Or at least, I'd thought he was different. The way he touched me and wanted me had given me hope. I was silly to think hot sex was the answer to my problems. It had all been selfish. Harry wasn't giving me pure affection. My heart still hurt. I'd wanted that so much.