Do not cross the line

Chapter 30

You put two cups down to the table, while the scent of just made coffee filled your apartment. You turned to the fridge to take a can of milk from there and put it on the table, before taking the pan and pouring the coffee into the two cups on it.

Harry watched you intently, seeing how your eyes had dark circles around them - making him know you barely slept last night. How your hair was up in a lazy bun when you hadn't brushed it since you woke up.

You send him a message in the morning that can he come to your place, that you needed him as a friend, and he immediately rushed to your place, knowing that Sam came your place last night.

And the moment you opened the door for him, he knew it didn't go well.

Putting the coffee pan away, you finally sat down to the chair across Harry, taking your cup and adding the milk to your coffee.

Harry waited, and when you reached the milk to him, he took it and added it to his coffee, while you took a sip from yours.

He didn't want to push you. He learned that you will open up when you feel like it when you asked him to come.

He took a sip from his coffee, while you sighed long and leaned back of your chair while your palms and fingers were wrapped around the warm cup, keeping your hands warm.

"I send him away." - you finally said quietly.

"Yea, I figured that." - Harry nodded. - "Want to tell me, love?"

You sighed again, closing your eyes and licking your lips.

You barely slept during the night, you just kept crying while hugging your pillow. You wanted more than ever to ask Sam to stay, but you couldn't forgive him the way he treated you.

You weren't a thin, so he didn't do anything wrong, but what if you were and he would fuck the waitress again when you had a fight or argument?

You learned he hadn't been in a relationship, maybe he just likes to fuck woman, having fun and being free to do anything he wants?

Your head was so messed up.

Your feelings were messed up.

You thought it was just lust, but when he was holding you in his arms, you were happier than you had ever been.

"I just... Can't... He thought you and me fucked so he fucked that waitress to get back at me. I..." - rubbing your face with your palm, you didn't know what to say while your heart beat in your chest with pain.

"I'm sorry. I never imagined he would do that. I figured he could..." - Harry stopped for a moment. - "That maybe he will realize his feelings for you." - Harry frowned, he knew this was partly his fault.

"He could have chosen not to fuck that waitress..." - you sighed as the crushing pain grew in your chest, as you raised the cup to your lips, smelling the fresh coffee and feeling the hot liquid burning your lips.

You put the cup back down as swallowing the burning coffee, sighing again, frown on your face.

"Luckily I go back to the graphics section in a week." - It was about to be last week at the studio. Maybe it would be easier when you go back to your old office, not seeing Sam every day, even you had loved to work in the studio.

"We surely gonna miss you. You fit perfectly into our group." - Harry smiled, his fingers playing with the cup, as he received a smile back from you.

Soon his phone beeped, so he digged his phone from his pocket, reading the message what he had got, smile widening on his face.

You looked how his teeth appeared behind his lips when he smiled, typing an answer.

"Is the girl you are 'kinda seeing'?" - you couldn't help when your smile became genuine, when seeing Harry smiling like that. Harry took a quick glance at you, nodding as an answer before fixing his eyes to the screen again.

"Are you going to tell me who she is?" - you asked, taking another sip from your coffee, before leaning your elbows to the table and leaning your chin to your palms.

Harry put the phone down, shaking his head.

"No, I need to talk to her first that does she wants anything with me." - Harry puffed before his phone started to ring, he looked down at the table at his phone screen that who it was. Under his eyebrows, he looked at you, before he accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear.

"Hey mate, what's up?"

'Hey, wanna go for a few beers?'

"I can't right now. Maybe later?" - Harry leaned back to his chair, playing with his cup again with his fingers.

'Where are you?'

Harry looked at your eyes, you returning his gaze, knowing very well who was calling him, before you lowered your gaze down to your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.

'Are you at her place?' - Sam asked from the other side of the call. - 'How is she?'

"Yeah, maybe later?

While Harry was still talking to Sam, you heard how your phone rang next to the coffee maker, so you stood up, walking to it, seeing from the screen it was Melanie from the office.

"Hey Melanie." - you greeted her as you turned around, leaning to the counter with your ass, seeing how Harry was still on the phone himself.

"No, not doing anything special, Harry is visiting me." - you saw how Harry looked at you when he heard his name, but soon he was looking other direction again.

"Sure, we can go have some drinks if you want to." - you nodded, looking down at your feet, wiggling your toes. You didn't feel like going out, but Melanie was a nice girl, and you two might become good friends if you two see each other outside work more often.

"I'll call you when I'm ready? Okay, see you." - you put the phone back down to the counter, walking back to your spot on the table, Harry doing the same when he had finished his call with Sam.

"He asked were you alright..." - Harry said after a short silence, when he sensed that you were feeling down again when you knew who he was talking to.

"Harry, stop." - you shook your head, you didn't want to know, so Harry kept his mouth shut.

It was hard enough already. You had known Sam so short time, but somehow the feelings you had for him were stronger than you ever could have imagined.

You hated yourself for letting yourself to fall for him, more for sleeping with him, and risking your career. You had put so much time and effort to it, that you would never forgive yourself if all the years you had been working so hard, would flood down from the drain, just because you let give yourself to the lust.

The weeks you had been working in the studio, made you realize that it was what you wanted, but you had no choice but to go back to the graphics section.

Maybe later if you had the chance to work in the studio again, you will do it, after you had got over Sam.

And make sure you won't fall for him again.