Chapter 12

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"You didn't get out the way." Ashton laughs as I rub the back of my head, sand falling out. "I didn't know you were going to throw it right at my head." I laugh, scooping up some wet sand and tossing it back at Ashton. He laughs and tried to turn and run but he slips and falls face first into the sand.

My laugh is loud as I sink to the ground, holding my stomach, laughing louder when he turns and spits sand out of his mouth.

Xander is sitting on the side, smiling as he watches us. We've been on the beach close to my house for almost two hours now, laughing and messing around, catching up on the last few weeks we've missed of each others lives. "We should probably start heading back towards the house." Xander says, getting up. It was already starting to get dark and dinner must be finished by now. "Okay, let's go." I chuckle as I help Ashton up, helping him remove the sand off his clothes.

"Where's Harry?" I ask as I take the first bite of food. "He'll probably be back soon, he went to Cindi's after school." I nod, taking another bite. "I see you guys have at least started to get along now." my mom says with a smile, "Yeah, they don't fight anymore or want to kill each other." Anne adds, I blush. "Yeah, at least." I mumble.

Dinner goes by fast and I go shower, getting dressed in some comfy pj's and heading to my room where Xander and Ashton is fighting over what movie to watch. "I'll pick the movie." I say, taking the remote from Ashton's outstretched arm. "But Skylar, I want to watch Transformers." he whines, I snort, "Now I'm definitely picking the movie." Xander laughs as he moves so I can sit down next to him. I plop down, going through the list on Netflix and decide on In the Tall grass. Xander whines and turn his body towards me, throwing an arm around my waist and pulling me closer, hiding his face in my side. "I'm going to fall asleep with this on." He complains and I laugh when Ashton agrees.

"Hey, my room, my rules. You guys know that." Ashton shakes his head, "Uh, that is not correct, because according to all the times you picked a movie at my house and forced us to watch it." Xander laughs and agrees, I just roll my eyes. "It's because you guys aren't capable of picking good movies, now shut up." We all get comfortable and move to where we want to be, half of their limbs on me, like we always use to.

Half an hour into the movie they pass out, I continue watching for ten minutes when I heard the front door close and someone stumbling. I peel their body parts off of me and get up, seeing Harry struggling up the stairs.

"Are you drunk?" I ask softly, not to wake anyone up. "Yes." Harry nearly yells, then laughs. "Shhh, come on, let's get you to bed." Harry giggles like a little girl and leans on me, "Your bed, or mine?" His voice was loud, even though he was clearly trying to whisper. I shush him again and he holds a hand up in mock surrender. I get him to his room and get him inside, closing the door. He stumbles around a little before standing still, swaying a little.

"Help me." He mumbles, I roll my eyes and walk over. He looked great tonight, button up silk shirt, hair up in a messy bun, tight black jeans. "Are you checking me out?" He had and adorable smile on his face. "I am not." I say blushing while I slowly undo his buttons. I can feel his intense eyes on my face so I peek up at him.

He was still swaying a little as he reached up to cup my cheek, "I want to fuck you until you can't walk anymore." He was being completely serious, my blush intensifies. "You're just drunk." I say as I pull his shirt off, over his shoulders. He smiles. "And you're just so fucking beautiful." I roll my eyes and start unbuttoning his pants. His smile is huge when he looks down at my hands and then back up to my face. "No, nothing is going to happen Harry, remember? I ended things." he huffs out, clearly irritated as he grabs my hands and then push them away. "Yeah, you ended things, never asked what I wanted." He was staring at me with hurt all over his face and my heart cracked. "What do you want?" I asked softly,

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