Do not cross the line

Chapter 27

Harry chalked his stick, preparing to hit the ball.

"You two didn't fuck?" - Sam asked while the pain in his chest grew until he was sure it will tear him apart.

"Why you think that?" - Harry asked from Sam, who's brows knitted hard together when he thought. Nobody said that you and Harry were fucking. That was something he figured himself.

He thought you two fucked, based on Harry's cocky talk about you, because he saw you two hugging, and that Harry disappeared into the restroom with you.

But if you two didn't fuck, what he had done for the passing week, was a really shitty thing.

He wanted to make you jealous, with that idiot plan of fucking that waitress in his office, hoping you could hear or see them.

And you saw them.

He was such an asshole. You were probably so mad and hurt, never wanting to see him ever again.

The sound of balls clacking together after Harry's hit, Sam returned back to earth from his deep thoughts.

"Yeah, we kissed but... But nothing happened." - Harry continued, moving around the table to hit again, Sam's eyes following him.

"I mean... She was drunk, it was a little heated but..." - Harry stopped for a moment when he finished his hit.

"But... She wanted you." - he looked at how he couldn't manage to put any balls to the pouch, returning Sam's gaze. - "She always wanted you. And besides, I am kinda seeing someone else." - Harry took a sip from his beer, and Sam couldn't believe his ears.

"Mate, I knew the moment you came with her in my room to introduce her to me, that you wanted her too."

"How can you know that?" - Sam asked, placing himself next to the table, preparing to hit.

"Because you had looked that way only one woman before her..." - Harry said quietly, little bit of sadness in his tone while Sam hit the rock, balls clicking together while at the same time his heart stopped beating.

He didn't return Harry's gaze when he straightened himself, leaning to the edge of the pool table, feeling small gringe of pain on his chest when he knew who Harry was talking about.

"You have looked that way only Crystal."

Sam closed his eyes, feeling the pain crunching on his chest. Different kind of pain that he felt earlier. This one came from deep, from the past.

Crystal. His first and so far his only love.

They were on and off for years, they met as teenagers, and the final break-up happened when Sam ended in prison.

That was enough to Crystal, not wanting to see him ever again, she broke his heart. Since that, Sam has not had any relationships. He figured he won't have to face the pain again if he does not become attached to anyone.

Yet you two fucked twice, he was attached to you. The thought of you choosing Harry made him insane, making the pain return to his chest, ripping the healed wounds open what he fixed in the prison after Crystal left him.

And he ruined it all.

With his huge palm, Sam rubbed his face roughly when he wanted to punch himself so badly.

He sighed long, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did you do?" - Harry knew he had done something, you were acting so strangely this morning, that something clearly had happened.