Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

21

"There's a first-run movie 'tonight on ABC, do you want us to watch it?" Harry asked hiding his face in my chest as we lay on my bed.

I sighed sadly, "I can't. I'm busy."

"Oh... ok," Harry said softly.

Then he suddenly asked, "Are you going out with Niall?"

I nodded lying, "Yeah, me, him and Zayn are going out. The punishment is over. I no longer have to stay at home. "

"But why were you grounded, anyway?" he laughed, looking at me curiously.

I shrugged casually, "My mom found drugs in my drawer."

Harry stiffened, slowly sitting up, "D-Drugs?" I nodded, dazed, and asked, "Yes, why?"

He looked down, playing with his thumbs. He was silent and I looked at him, confused.

Suddenly he asked again, as if trying to understand, "Well then you er ... do you use drugs?"

"Yes," I sighed before fear got the better of it, "It's not a problem for you ... is it?"

Harry bit his lip and watched him, concerned. He wouldn't break up with me just because I was on drugs, would he?

Then he shrugged, "It's just that I never... thought you did this kind of thing. But ... it's your life ... I just don't want to have anything to do with it, okay? "

I smiled, capturing his lips, "Of course not. I would never want to pressure you on things like that. " He nodded gratefully and soon my cell phone vibrated. I checked, seeing it was a message.

[From: El] My parents are out, I can't wait to see you xx I sighed and answered.
[Answering: El] Ditto, I'm there in a while! Wear something sexy;)

Trying to hide my guilt I turned to Harry and smiled at him as he looked at me in response.

"I'm going out, angel, do you want me to take you home?" I asked softly.

He shook his head, "No it's okay. Will you send me a message later?"

I nodded and gave him a tender kiss before he left. I checked and saw him walking down the street. I ran downstairs, then spotted my mother in the kitchen, making cookies with the twins. slowly opening the door I slipped out.

***

"Wow, you got everything organized for the best," I opened my eyes wide at the dark room, only the light from his computer illuminating the room.

Eleanor grinned as she stood up from her bed strewn with rose petals. She was wearing a bathrobe. I raised an eyebrow and she turned to the radio, filling the room with a light melody.

She brought her lips to mine before pushing me onto the bed and whispering in my ear, "Just look ... and enjoy."

Slowly she took off her bathrobe, letting it fall to the ground to reveal her body covered only by her red underwear.

She bit her lip seductively and rubbed against me, placing her lips on mine. I tried my best not to push her away, I would have to endure. Otherwise she would have broken up with me and people would have started to be suspicious that I hadn't dated anyone else. I wrapped my arms around her and deepened the kiss, forgetting about Harry, being gay and just having fun. Well, I tried to have fun ...

***

"Well, I saw Niall and Zayn in the pizzeria yesterday... you know, you said you were going out with them," Harry told me as we watched a movie on the sofa as my and my sisters were out.

I looked at him trying to keep calm. I couldn't make him suspicious, so I lied nonchalantly, "Oh, it must have been after I left."

"Ah ... ok," he said with a sigh, not convinced.

I leaned over, kissing his lips and saying, "Stop worrying ..."

"I can't help it, you keep changing the subject and doing things in secret ... are you ... are you cheating on me?"

The question was thrown there lightly, almost haphazardly, but his eyes looked really dark and hurt.

I shook my head frowning, "Of course not well, aside from Eleanor,"

"Wait ... is there ... is that where you were?" his eyes widened as if they finally understood.

I sighed and nodded, "Yes, but don't worry."

"Have you ..." he gasped, his eyes filling with tears, "Have you had sex?"

"Well, I mean ... some kind?" I shrugged, but he stood up and began putting on his shoes, wincing slightly from the bruises from a few days ago.

I looked at him confused, and ran to his side to ask him desperately, "Where are you going? What's wrong?"

He laughed looking at me, incredulous, "Have you just had sex with another person and ask me what's wrong ?!"

"But it didn't mean anything, it was just to hide us, you know it's a cover," I tried to reassure him.

He chuckled bitterly as his eyes swelled with tears, "I knew it wasn't going to work, god, I'm so stupid! Why did I have to fall in love with you? "

"W-What's going on? What do you say that? We are perfect for each other, "I told him softly and tried to kiss him, but he pulled away. My heart skipped a beat at his refusal. Why was he so upset?

He looked up, confused, "Perfect? If we were really so perfect why would you have continued to hide us? "

"Because I care about you. I don't want to get hurt, "I explained trying to make him understand.

He gave me a fiery look, while a tear ran down his perfect face, "The only one thing that's hurting me is you! I ... I can't take it anymore! If being together means living with you hitting me at school, having sex with Eleanor, acting like you hate me and not being yourself, then I can't... I can't be with you, "he concluded.

"Please don't go!" I pleaded as he tried to put on his jacket too.

He shook his head wiping his eyes, "I can't take all this pain. S'not worth it. "

"Don't even try to dump me!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist, in order to stop him before he came out. "We can overcome this! I love you!"

"P-Please stop." Y-You're hurting me, "he moaned in tears, and I quickly pulled my hand back. Was I really hurting him ...? Was what he said true?

"Sorry my angel, I didn't want to, just... please stay here! I love you so much, "I pleaded, trying to stroke his cheek.

He winced, desperately shaking his head with those frightened green eyes of his, "L-Leave me alone! You don't love me ... if you did you wouldn't hurt me s-so bad! "

"I'm trying! It's just so hard... "my explanation was awful, but I was too stunned to think.

"And being your punch bag isn't it? It is difficult for me to be beaten by you at school and kissed, always by you, in your room. Knowing you are ashamed of me and having sex with her! I-If I stayed I would be unhappy, and I already am, but I can't hold out much longer! S-Sorry but I can't do that anymore, "he looked at me once more, his voice breaking as he said," I'm sick of being your dirty little secret. " And with that he came out, holding his bruised wrist.

I watched as he walked away, looking so heartbroken and hurt.
I felt that way too, but I deserved it.

Why am I such an idiot?