Forbidden Love

17 year old Leah Brooke has always dreamed of going to Yale University. When her big chance arrives, she blows it, but in her hurry to get home, she leaves her phone behind. What happens when a cute british boy finds it?


4. Chapter 4

"Should I walk you to your door?" Harry says as he pulls into my driveway. 

"No, it's okay." I say as I get out. He gets out with me. 

"Well too bad." 

I giggle as I lead him to the steps. 

"Thank you so much for dinner and the ride." I say. 

"Anything for you babe." He pulls me in for a hug. I look up at his lips, which are very close to mine. He leans in slightly and-

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" The door swing open. It's Miranda. Harry and I jump backwards slightly and he lets go of me. 

"Miranda?" I say. 

"Harry?" Miranda says. 

"Miranda?" Harry says. 

"You two know each other?"

"he's the one who CHEATED ON HIS GIRLFRIEND WITH ME." Miranda's eyes begin to tear up. 

"I was drunk I didn't mean to-"

"I don't wanna hear your bullshit. Moms gonna be so pissed when she finds out that you were on a date!" She snickers. 

"You won't tell her!" I say. 

"Oh, I will." She slams the door in our faces. For a second we just stand there in shock, but we realize we should get out of here before mom comes out here and has a cow. 

We hurry into Harry's car and he speeds away. 

"Shall we go to my house?" He says. 

"I don't care. Anywhere but here." The car ride is silent for awhile. Until I realize that Harry is the douche. 

"How could you be such a jerk?" I say. 


"cheating like that on your girlfriend. For gods sake didnt that happen yesterday?!" 

"Yes, but-"

"are you still dating her?" My eyes start to get watery. 

"No! We broke up during the incident..." 

"I really liked you Harry. I don't wanna lose you, but we should just be friends." 


"I could never trust someone like you." A tear falls from my eye. 

"What do you mean someone like me?" 

"Someone who sleeps with every girl and cheats on his girlfriend. Someone who's so incredibly stupid that they don't realize they're hurting people by sleeping with every girl in town." 

"I've only slept with two girls." He says. 

"Oh. That makes it all better, Harry. ONLY two." I say sarcastically. "I said we can be friends. Don't ruin that too." 

Harry is out of things to say. We sit there quietly until we reach his gigantic house. He leads me inside where all the lights are off and a blonde boy is passed out of the couch. 

"Ignore him." Harry whispers. I follow him up the stairs and into his room. He digs through his dresser and pulls out a white t- shirts and some purple sweatpants. He tosses them at me and stares. 

"Ahem, Im not wearing a bra under this." I motion for him to turn around, and he cooperates. I slide of my dress and slip on his comfy sweats and shirt. "Where can I sleep?"

"With me?" He tries. 

"Not happening."


"Isn't some guy sleeping there?" I cross my arms. 

"Id let you sleep in that guys room, but you wouldn't want to. He's messy."

"fine. You leave me no choice." I take the covers off of Harry's bed and one of his pillows. I lay the blankets and pillow down on the floor and lay on top of them. 

"Are you sure? It's much comfier up here." Harry jumps on his bed. 

"Good night, Harry." 

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