under the covers [hs au]

chapter twelve.

okay so this is the only warning for this topic but things only get haram (inappropriate) from here so . . .

enjoy :-)

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It was a fun Thursday—karaoke night with the gang. Samira sat with the chatting girls, but she didn't partake in the conversation.

Despite the loud singing and laughing, Samira's eyes were glued to the wall and her brain was in a different world. In all honesty, she had come to this friend-hang to get her mind off of things, but nothing really helped her.

"Samira?" Alexia called. Her pearly teeth appeared beneath her red lips, which were stretched in a concerned smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Samira sat upright, pulling her half-empty mocktail with her.

Natalie leaned in, taking one of Samira's curls in her fingers: "You look really hot, I wanted to tell you that."

Samira's appearance was different than usual—meaning not halal. She wore a sleeveless sequined blouse and a black leather jacket. She'd finally let her ass out in her tight, dark jeans, rather than letting her top cover it. She'd done her makeup a lot bolder, lining her eyes with kajal and wearing her reddest lipstick.

"Stop gassing me up," Samira laughed ineptly, slapping Natalie's hand away from her.

"I want to sing a song, but I'm gonna sing when Yaani gets here," Fizza said, tapping her fingers against the wood table.

"Is Waseem coming?" Tasneem asked.

"I think all of them are, except for Harry," Alexia answered.

Samira shifted awkwardly at the sound of his name. The past week, she had been a wreck struggling to forget that stupid, perfect kiss she and Harry shared. It followed her everywhere: his taste lingered on her lips, his voice invaded her dreams, his touch tattooed her skin.

He'd written all over her without even being present and ya Rabb, she wanted it wiped clean.

But how could she when she also didn't want to?

She'd joined karaoke night because she knew Harry wouldn't show up, as it was a Thursday. For one evening, she wanted to distract herself from the regret she had yet to forget.

"Hey, there they are!" Tasneem exclaimed, standing up.

Samira blinked, lifting her head and seeing the rest of the gang walk in. Waseem, Yaani, Cameron . . .

Harry.

Goosebumps peppered Samira's skin at the sight of him. She sunk into her seat, swallowing painfully.

"Harry looks pissed," Tasneem snorted.

Oh, fuck, why wouldn't Harry be pissed? He had every right to be.

Before he could approach the table, Samira left discreetly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Her gaze was glued to the ground as she fled to the bathroom, hiding alone.

Think, Samira, think.

Aside from Tasneem, Samira didn't want anyone to know what went on between them. Avoiding confrontation would only make things worse—especially right after hearing he was upset—but it seemed that was what she needed to do if no one was to find out.

Samira left the bathroom, intending not to make even the slightest contact with Harry. Half of the gang had already gathered by the stage, listening to a vexatious blonde sing her heart out.