Soft Side

Chapter thirty-two

I grumble as I rub my head in pain. Why do I feel that going out and getting completely wasted is a good idea? It only causes pain in the morning. I stand up, shoving my hair in a bun on the top of my head and walking into the kitchen to see Becky Looking the same. "Morning" I groan, sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. The kitchen in our flat.

I sigh as another message appears from Harry. A photo message. It was a photo of me from last night with the statement 'why do you do this to me? Why wearing something so god damn sexy when I'm not there'. The blood boils in my body, at the thought of him thinking this was okay when he was still texting his ex girlfriend. I reply without even thinking about it, a surge of confidence leaving my body as the hangover clears for a brief moment.

'Why don't you ask Kira to wear one for you'

Within seconds my phone was ringing, I declined the call, turning my phone off to make my life so much easier. Beckys eyebrows raised as I shake my head, signalling her not to talk about it. She sighs softly, looking at her coffee cup.

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That evening I sat on the sofa at home. Becky had gone to some awards for her work leaving me all by myself. I hadn't turned my phone on all day, but simply entertained myself with doing a good shop and now watching '50 first dates' on the television. I took a sip of my drink, rubbing my hand on my tracksuit bottoms as the door sounded. I look at the clock, the hands showing half past ten leaving my very confused. Becky said she'd be home anytime but she had a key.

I stood up, pulling my hair into a messy bun and fixing my cardigan back over my shoulder. I pull the handle down, opening the door to reveal a tall brunette. Harry.

"What the hell are you doing here? What do you even want" I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. He sighs, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

"Can I come in? You've ignored me for the last fifteen hours, I was worried sick soph, especially since you went out last night" he sighs as I groan, moving away from the door to allow him in. I hear him close the door, taking his boots off out of respect for the flat before turning his head to follow me. "Soph babe, please just listen to me" he says quietly as I shake my head.

"Why do you think I want to listen to you when you've lied to me once again? You told me you had stopped talking to her. Why are you still messaging her then?" I snap, not looking at him as I flop down on the sofa, refusing to look at him.

"Do you not trust me? Had I actually done anything those last times when you thought I had cheated?" He states as I shake my head.

"Of course I trust I just- I know she's an ex girlfriend, it's hard for me to be fine with you still being in contact" I say quietly as he nods. "Why were you even texting her? You haven't even tried to deny it" I snap as he raises his eyebrows.

"She told me her brother had died, what was I supposed to do? I can't leave her to suffer on her own. You know I wouldn't do that" he states as I rub my neck awkwardly. Shit. "What happened soph, we were going so well" he says quietly as I shake my head.

"Until I find out you'd gone behind my back and were still talking to her" I state louder as he shakes his head.

"This was not behind your back, don't make me sound like that, she needed help" he snaps as I laugh.

"Did I know about this? No. So hence it was behind my back" I snap, voices raising as we both begin to shout at each other. We were so in the moment we didn't hear the door go. Tears streamed down my face as I heard a cough from the doorway.

Becky.

"What have you done?" She whispers, walking over to Harry and starting to hit him in the chest. "Why are you here! Why have you made her cry!" She shouts, still trying her hardest to hit his chest.

"Becky stop" I whisper. Nothing. "Becky it's fine" I say louder. "Becky stop it!" I shout with a sigh. "It's okay, we've sorted it"'I say quietly. I couldn't keep arguing over nothing with him. Harry's eyes jump from the girl before him to me. His eyes pleading for my statement to be true. I nod subtly to him as I turn Becky to look at me. Her eyes looked sad as she begins to speak.

"I only wanted to tell you I won an award" she says softly as my face changes to smile at her. I hug her tightly as she grins to smile.

"I'm so proud of you" I say softly as she pulls away, looking between me and Harry.

"So I know what shit goes down when you two have argued, so I'm gonna head out and leave you two to it, if I give you an hour that should be enough right?" She smirks as I laugh softly.

"I wouldn't count on that" Harry smirks as Becky rolls her eyes, walking out of the door.

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I woke up the next morning to find Harry not in bed. I heard the shower going, assuming he must be there rinsing evidence from last night off. I slide on my pyjamas before walking to the kitchen to find Harry. Wearing nothing but an apron across his waist and his boxers. His bum looking incredibly toned in his Calvin Klein briefs. I smirk as I wrap my arms around his waist, his body turning in my arms. He smirks down at me, lifting me up and setting me on the counter. His lips pressing hard to mine as my legs wrap around his waist. "I'm sorry" he mumbles to me, the first words all morning.

"Shut up" I whisper, kissing him hard again. He smirks as my hand slides into his boxers. A groan leaves his lips as another voice is heard.

"I told you, no sex in the kitchen" Becky states, a slight smirk evident on her lips as I laugh softly, jumping down and leaving Harry with a pout before he speaks again.

"The guys are coming back today, they should land soon" he smiles. "They wanted to see you both again, and I thought maybe we could go out tonight?" He smiles as Becky before smiling down at me and kissing my nose. Then he leant into my ear, whispering some filthy words.

"Maybe you could show me that second dress you told me so much about" he whispers, smirking widely before walking off.

That son of a bitch.

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I stood in the bedroom getting myself ready as Harry text me, telling me over and over that he was so excited to see this dress. Becky looked incredible. A bright red satin dress hugging her body with a pair of black stiletto heels hugging her feet. "You look incredible" I grin, snapping a photo of her as she spins. This was my best friend. I wore a white sparkle material dress with strung gems across the back to hold it up. I had nude heels on and felt like some sort of angel. The boys were meeting us there so we were on our way in the taxi.

When we arrived we headed in, Paul waiting for us as he guided us to the boys. Harry's eyes almost fell out of his head. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans even in the dark. I had never seen him react to an outfit like this before and it made me feel amazing. I walked over to him and sat beside him, a groan leaving his mouth with a huge smirk on his lips. My finger trailed up his thigh before walking to get a drink with Becky.

After the shit he had put me through, I wanted to tease him more than he'd ever been teased. I wanted him to see what he had been missing and why he shouldn't be speaking to Kira. I walked back over and his hand grabbed mine, pulling me straight to dance.

We finished dancing, as I sat talking to Niall about how everything had been going with this whole fake relationship. I looked at the time on my phone as Harry's lips pressed up and down my neck, nipping at it occasionally. "Let's head back to yours" I grumble in his ear as he smirks.

"I was already planning on it" he smirks, grabbing my hand and walking out with me. I noticed Becky climbing into a taxi with somebody. I had no idea who it was. I'd had too much alcohol tonight and I had Harry's hands grabbing my body as we climbed into the car with Paul to drive us. We headed back to Harry's place, slamming the door behind us as he smirks, rubbing the dress up and down.

"This is not staying on for long" he growls, kissing me hard.

Tonight had been amazing.