"Do you think I should have asked him to leave?"
I rest my head against the back of the sofa and look across my apartment at my best friend.
She pulls the wine bottle from the fridge and pauses, her fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle.
"You could have asked him why."
Yeah, probably. "I don't know, Day. I was shocked, y'know? I wasn't expecting him to say that. And now, I'm wondering if letting him stay was the right choice."
"Well, it's tough. You had just agreed to make it work no matter what, but what he did was kind of wrong."
I know that. I know, in my rational mind, that Harry shouldn't have fucked a student. It should bother me. It's taboo. Frowned upon. Damn, it's more than frowned upon. It's fucking illegal.
I should have gotten up, asked him to go, then thought it through.
If only I were even a fraction rational around Harry, the 'should haves' would have been 'did haves.'
"Very wrong," I correct her, taking a glass of wine with a sigh. "I don't know. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it? I mean, it's something out of a damn novel. He mocks my so-called porn on a page, but he's a living fucking book boyfriend."
Day's lips twitch. "I've never been that kind of 'forbidden romance' kind of girl. I guess it's because your dad is a teacher. Every time I tried one, I pictured him with his stripy ties as the main character."
Well, that's a visual I wasn't prepared for. Much less needed.
"Thank you for that." I sit up straight and take a long drink from my glass. "Moving on from that strange twist..."
"Yes, let's." She wrinkles her face up. "So did he just, like, come out with it? Or was there a preemptive warning?"
"There was a half-assed story but no warning. He just kind of...said it. Like, bam. Surprise!" I rest the glass against my chin. "I wasn't expecting it. Harry is the oddest mixture of bad guy and good guy, but I never thought he'd have done that."
Day purses her lips, looking into her glass. "I don't know if you should be bothered or not. Is that bad?"
No. Because I don't think I am. I'm more pissed about the fact that I'm not bothered. Or that my ever-growing addiction to him makes it that way. Somehow, it takes the wrongness and reality of what he's done and twists it into something that isn't that bad at all.
That's what really bothers me. That I can disregard something so critical. Something that's made him who he is today.
But isn't that exactly what he did with me? Didn't he gloss over my teenage stupidity like it didn't impact me at all?
Yes.
Oh, sigh.
Acceptance of the past is the key to facing the future. As long as I remember that, I'll be okay. I think.
I hope.
I really, really fucking hope.
"It's not bad," I answer finally, slowly, tentatively drawing each word out. "I guess, in a fucked-up way, it's kind of similar to Aaron keeping Naomi from you. You really shouldn't have forgiven him, but you did. I really shouldn't accept Harry's past this easily, but I have."
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Fanfiction❝The moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, my mind-blowing one night stand, as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball. The moment he, Harry Styles, walked int...