Versace

Chapter 2

Harry's P.O.V

When Kally and I woke up the next morning, someone was at the door. Kally sighs at the doorbell, I decide to let her rest, I go get the door. I jog downstairs to the door and opened it. It's Asami. I haven't heard from Asami in awhile too, it's funny that she'd show up unexpectedly. "Hey! Sorry I woke you." she says. "Oh no, it's fine." I say. "Okay, can I come in?" she asks. "Sure." I say letting her in. She walks in and sits down on the couch, I sit as well. "So, how have you been?" she says smiling. "I've been great actually, thanks!" I say smiling back. "How's the wife?" she says smirking, I chuckle. "She's fine, thanks." I say. "I heard she's pregnant." she says. "Yeah, I'm so excited!" I say smiling again. "That's nice! Is it a boy or girl?" she asks. "Uh, we don't know yet, we're suppose to be going in a few days to find out." I say nodding. "Ooh, that's nice!" she says. "Very, yes!" I say laughing. She smiles and I smile back. There's a moment of silence, and things are starting to get awkward. I didn't know what to say to her! What was I suppose to say? "So uh, how are you?" I say. "I've been great, thanks!" she says smiling. A few more moments of silence. "You know, there's this party this Saturday night and I was wondering if you and Kally wanted to come." she says. "Uh, I don't know. I have to ask her." I say. "Okay, well give me a call!" she says and gets up. "It was nice seeing you again, Harry! Tell Kally I said hi!" she says walking to the door. "Okay, I will!" I say, and then she's gone. I sigh with relief, glad that she's gone. I go back upstairs to see Kally still laying down. I slide in bed with her and wrap my arms around her waist. "Who was that?" she whispers. "Asami.." I say kissing her neck. "What was she doing here?" she asks sitting up. "Just wanting to see how we were." I say. "No, you mean to see how YOU were, she doesn't care about me." she mumbles the last part. "That's not true." I say. "Why do you say that?" she asks. "I don't know, she seemed like she cared." I say shrugging. "That's what she wants you to think Harry. She doesn't care about me, the only thing she cares about is you and only you." she whispers. I sigh and decide to tell her about the party. "She wants us to go to this party Saturday night." I say. "Us? Or does she mean you?" she says crossing her arms. "Come on Kally, don't be like that." I say. "What? It's true! She might act all sweet and innocent now but she's still the same girl who tried to have you have sex with her and break up with me." she says frowning. "Don't forget that.." she continues. "So is that a no?" I say lowly. "You can go but I'm not going.." she says. "Do you really want to go?" she asks raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, it seemed like a good idea.." I whisper. "Okay, that settles it then.." she whispers. I was going to say something but she's already up and out of bed. She goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. I can hear her brushing her teeth, and when she's done, she turns the water on to take a shower. I decide to get up and go in there. "Are you mad at me?" I ask entering the bathroom. "No, why?" she says frowning. "I don't know, you're just acting like you are.." I say. "Well, I'm not. If you want to go to that party with Asami then go ahead, I'm not stopping you." she says moving her gaze away from mine. I sigh. "If you don't want me to go then just say something." I say. "I don't care whether you go or not Harry." she says. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Positive.." she says. "Okay, fine. Guess I'll go give Asami a call." I whisper and walk out the bathroom.

Kally's P.O.V

What I said was true. I didn't care whether Harry went out with Asami or not. I can't control him or anything so why does he have to ask for permission to go places? I never really liked Asami, but Harry seemed to like her as a friend, even though he remembers what happened last year. I just wanted him to go out and have fun, considering it'll be awhile until he goes out with his friends because of the baby. Of the baby. Our baby. The baby that Harry and I made together. Wow. I was pregnant. It's still going to take awhile to get used to. When I was done with my shower, I put lotion on and put on only Harry's Green Bay Packers sweatshirt. I walked out the bathroom and Harry was sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for me. "What'd she say?" I whisper. "Okay.." he says lowly. "That's nice.." I whisper. "I guess.." he says. "You wanted to go, didn't you?" I ask raising an eyebrow. "Yeah.." he says. "Okay then, stop being like that." I whisper. "It's just, I think you're still mad about last year.." he whispers, "are you?" He looks at me, straight in the eyes. "Of course.." I whisper, "why wouldn't I be?" I frown. "I don't know, I always knew you were. Do you trust me?" he says. "Of course I trust you Harry.." I say shaking my head. "Don't lie.." he says lowly. "Okay Harry, what's wrong with you?" I ask crossing my arms. "What do you mean? I'm just trying to ask a simple question." he says, voice rising. "Of course I trust you! Why do you have to ask?" I say throwing my arms in the air. "Because, I've hurt you so many times and I know if I go, I might do it again.." he whispers, I sigh. "No you won't, Harry.." I whisper. I walk over to the bed and sit next to him. "Then why do I have a feeling that I will?" he says looking at me. And to be honest, I don't know. Harry has done a lot of stupid things in the past, but I think he has grown up more since then. At least I think so. "I don't know.." I say shrugging. He doesn't say anything, he just takes his gaze from my eyes to his hands. "I'm sorry.." he says lowly. "For what?" I ask. "For being such a screw up.." he whispers. "Harry, you're not like that, stop." I say. "Yes I am." he mumbles. "No you're not!" I say, my voice rising. He looks at me again and I can tell that he's wondering why I yelled at him. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm just tired of you tearing yourself down like this, Harry.." I say. "I know you are and I'm sorry." he says. "I love you.." I say smiling. "I love you too." he giggles. He leans in and kisses me on the lips. I smile into the kiss and so does, he deepens the kiss. He somehow manages to stick his hand down my panties. I moan at his touch. I can feel his finger against my heat. "Harry.." I moan against his lips. I don't know why or how but memories of my dad come flooding back to me. He used to force me to kiss him while he touched me in really bad places. I continue to kiss Harry and act like it doesn't bother me when really, it does. He starts to finger me and I moan his name over and over. More memories start to come back to me as Harry touches me more. I wanted him to stop but I didn't want to make him angry, so I just go along with it. He takes the sweatshirt off of me and he takes his clothes off as well. He gets on top of me and smirks. I pretend giggle at him and he starts to thrust in and out of me. This is what got me even more uncomfortable, my dad used to do this to me. He leans down, still thrusting and kisses my neck. I rest my chin on his shoulder and moan his name. I soon realize that I'm crying and that I can't stop. I try not to have Harry notice me and he doesn't. He keeps on doing his thing while I cry quietly to myself, but that's until a sob that I've been holding onto, comes out. Harry sits up and looks at me, sadness in his eyes. "Baby what's wrong.." he whispers, "did I hurt you?" I shake my head no and cry some more. "Please tell me what's wrong, Kitten." he whispers caressing my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I still don't say anything, I just lie there crying, completely naked and vulnerable. He frowns, obviously thinking about what could possibly be wrong until he says, "Is it your dad?" And then I cry harder. "Awe, baby." he whispers. He gets off of me and grabs the sweatshirt, putting it on me. "I'm sorry baby, why didn't you tell me to stop?" he says. "I-I don't know." I cry. Which was true. I didn't know why. I didn't want to make him angry, I guess. "I'm sorry Kitten.." he says. He puts his clothes back on and then pulls me on top of me. "I'm sorry baby girl.." he whispers. I nuzzle my head into his neck and cry. He begins to rub my back and hug me against his body. "I'm so sorry baby, so sorry." he whispers. He holds me more and I grow tired. He rubs my back more until I fall asleep, the memories finally fading away...