Inescapable Love

Chapter 34

We reach the house at night while there is party going on inside.

"Harry!" I say frightfully.

"I know," he squeezes my hand. I can't go in there in a half ripped dress, "David, we are going to a hotel!" he orders. David immediately turns the car from the gate and we go to a hotel. We book the top suite of the hotel which is kind of obvious. I change myself into a bath robe and sit on the sofa watching TV as Harry finishes off with his work.

"Oh no," he says as he enters the bedroom, "You can't be wearing that!" he shakes his head.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Cause that can wake the sleeping monster inside me." he says with a smirk and I laugh.

"Well, maybe it's time it wakes." I say trying to get equally cocky. I fiddle with the lace of my robe.

"What if you regret it?" he whispers closing the small gap between us, his fingers are on mine ready to open the knot. With one swift motion he opens the robe and takes it off me, leaving me in just bra and panties.

He pushes me to the edge of the bed and lies on top me, kissing me hard. His hands on my shoulder, shaking me.

"April, wake up!" he says. I look at him with confusion and he vanishes breaking my dream. Wait! Did I have a wet dream about Harry? I jerk my eyes open to find him standing beside me waiting for me to wake up. I'm still in the robe.

"What were you moaning about?" he asks me with a smirk on his face.

"Nothing!" I say, red from embarrassment, "Did I say something in my sleep?" No, please God, no I didn't.

"No you didn't." he assures me and starts to go back to the living room, "By the way, that looks good on you." he points at robe before leaving. I blush at his comment and grab my dinner plate. I text Gemma informing her everything is more than okay. I finish my dinner and jump on the bed. Harry has till not returned from the living room. I hate David for ruining that moment for us. I pout and fix my eyes on the Tv, trying not to think about Harry.

"Hey," Harry grabs my attention as he enters the bedroom, "Sorry about that." He sits at the edge of the bed.

"It's okay," I say, "Did you eat?"

"Hmm," he hums and changes the channel. We both stare at the TV, this sudden awkward air around starts to bother me.

"Were you jealous?" I ask the question running in my mind all long.

"No," came back a simple reply. He's so frustrating. At one moment he's flirting with me and then he's back to one word answers.

"It's kinda a lame Christmas," he says after a while.

"Yeah, but it's better than those pretentious parties our parents take us to. The one that's going on in your house right now." I comment.

"They aren't pretentious. Kendall and I used to love them. We'd have the boys come over and then stay up all night and stuff!" he smiles.

Did he just mention his ex girlfriend two hours after he ripped my dress?! I gulp down my anger or whatever this mixed feeling is inside me and turn to my side closing my eyes.

"Tired?" he asks.

"Hmm," I answer. I can't believe he had the audacity to mention Kendall.

"Hey?" he keeps his hand on my shoulder and flinch away, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I answer, "How long were you and Kendall together?" I ask him.

"A year or so." he says.