Juliets Confessions

Juliets best friend moves to another city, and keeping in touch through letters, she meets a boy and his friends who become her new friends. Will they fill the empty void for Juliet, and maybe mean more to her than just friends?

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"Mum, this is my friend. Her name is Juliet." I greeted Harry's mom politely, shaking her hand with a smile plastered on my face. "Hello love, its great to meet you. Will you be staying for dinner tonight?" I looked to Harry who nodded, and I reassured the jesture and nidded as well.

Tucking my wavy thin hair behind my ear, Harry tugged on my waist and we sat on the couch, side by side. He had his arms both connected, attached to my waist, his head buried in my neck. "You're comfortable," he whispered, soft lips tickling my neck. I held back giggling and looked around the room; we were alone.

The front door slammed and I jumped, but Harry's grip tightened and kept me in my seat. "Don't move," he whispered, just low enough for me to her before looking up. There was a tall girl, slim with curved in the most appropriate places. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her facial structure was a more feminine version of Harry's.

"Uh, who are you?" Harry looked up now, glaring at her with the most unpleasant face. "Shes my friend, any more questions?" Resting his head back on my shoulder, he went back to being as content as possible, until the girl opened her mouth again. His eyes darted open, staring her down with hopes she would leave. "Actually, I do. Why is she in my seat?" Harrys' grip loosened, standing up and shoulders now touching the girls. "Gemma, leave her alone. Sorry you fucking hate work, don't take it out on my friends. You've done this before, you aren't ruining another." She backed up and scoffed, running in the kitchen, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

"Who was that?" I muttered. He shook his head. "Pain in the ass sister." We both heard footsteps, and she came back in the room. "Harry, quit bringing home sluts. Nobody wants her around but you, so why don't you just leave, and go with?"

He shook his head and stood up, grabbing my wrist and bringing me upstairs. "I'm fucking done with her, I need to get out of here and go somewhere." He swung open a door and I assumed it was his room. Bare navy blue walls with white sheets on the bed, chest drawers left open to show off all his clothed. "Just sit on the bed if you want, I shouldn't take long." I nodded and sat down, looking around at everything else. The only thing on the wall was a round clock, a British flag as the backdrop with white numbers to show the time. 

"Harry, stay at my house if you want. Please."
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