Palas

47. "Well I am your friend remember?"

Why were they kissing? Her hands wrapped around his body and her tongue in his mouth. His hands rested on her behind and I don't think I can ever forget the image of him pinching her butt as he pushed her closer unaware of my presence. There was no room left between their bodies and his friends were all watching him like he's some god. Until they noticed me. The only one who didn't saw me was James, but he'll know soon enough.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks after we somehow made our way through the crowd into a little alley. The busy street and the dancing lights make me feel lightheaded, even when I am not in the middle of all those drunk teens.

I place my hands against the wall as I slowly feel all the ground beneath me disappear. James who just told me he wanted to be with me, cheated on me. I actually believed we had a future together but he cheated on me with my roommate that I have told him many stories about. He hasn't even been here for a day.

Harry warned me for Rosie and I laughed it off saying that she couldn't hurt me anymore, but I was wrong and blind. Rosie wanted me to find her like this, that's what her smile explained to me. She wanted to hurt me for whatever reason and she did it in the most humiliating way.

My heart is racing causing my head to pound and I feel like I could explode out of anger or sadness, I'm still deciding. Shallow breaths leave my mouth as I try to think of something to do, but I don't know what my next step should be. Everything is mushy in my head as I try to think of a plan. There's nothing and that scares me even more.

I rest my head against the cold wall glad to feel some relieve. I think my whole body is covered in sweat and the hard concrete is helping to clear my head. It isn't helping my breathing. The more I think about the image of them kissing, the more I lose my breath.

Harry pushes his body against me, pinning me to the wall. I have fantasized about this many times, but it feels nothing like I hoped it would. His hands draw circles on my collar bones as he wraps his hands under my arms. With his breath tickling my ear, I try to focus on him and not the noise in my head.

"Try to breathe Lexie," he whispers and a shot of pain flashes through me when Harry calls me by my nickname again. I did asked him once to only call me Lexie. His hair prickles against my own as if he is shaking his head. "You have to breathe, love. In and out, in and out."

He adapts his stroking to his talking as he continues to tell me to breathe in and out. I try to focus on that alone and slowly my breathing betters as I hear the words love and Lexie linger in my ears.

The better my breathing gets, the more I feel Harry's body leaning against mine. I can feel his private parts pressing against my lower back. His chest is rising quickly as well and his chin is sweaty as it rests on my shoulder. I should probably turn around, but I like him close like this. It comforts me in the strangest way.

"That's better," he breathes and his lips softly brush alongside my ear as he takes a step back. I take a moment or two before I turn around and face him.

His eyebrows are furrowed again, this time out of worry. "Are you okay?"

"No," I whisper looking to the ground. My feet are covered in dirt and my legs have some scraps on them. It must be from when Harry dragged me out of Little Italy. I don't remember much of it. The only thing I remember from it is Rosie's smile.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asks and I know he means what I am going to do about James.

"I'm going to pack my belongings."

His face falls and he pins me against the wall again, this time face to face. He rests one hand on the wall and the other one is used to heighten his seriousness that I can't leave.