Mistaken Identity

I've loved him. But from the side of the street, or the back of the classroom. I just wanted to feel him. His kiss, his hands up my waist, him whispering in my ear. But there was one tiny fault: his skank. The girl who only cared about having Harry under her every command. She didn't care about his feelings or his heart like I did. She had a mistaken identity that he still needed to find out.


6. chapter five

"Hey mum." I faintly whispered as I walked in the flat

"Hey. How was Adam's?"

"Well, I has totally friend zoned."

"By this Harry kid?"

"Yes mum. Could we not? I'm going to bed."

"Ok ok ok. Calm down. Goodnight, love. Sleep tight, love you."

"Love you too, mum."

I tried to clear my mind of Harry. I never even dated him. Isn't that always the way? Havig to get over a guy or a girl you've never dated. I just wanted him. To call him mine, but here was a small, problem... Sabrina. But, what the hell did I care? Ok, shutup. I care lots. I just kept thinking. Thinking about how much I craved him. His touch. His fingers lingering on my body. I stopped thinking about him, because of a knock on my door. 

"Haiden. C'mere. You have a guest."

I got up and opened the door to see my mum smiling like an ass. I only had on a T shirt. A long one, so I didn't care. I walked down stairs and saw a figure sitting on the couch. I made a bang on purpose by smacking my foot to the floor. He looked up to reveal Harry. I smiled, and looked back at my mum who was smirking at me on the stairs. She smiled and mouthed 'Go get him' and walked off, closing the door to her bedroom. I continued to walk towards the living section, where Harry was. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Hi." He said awkwardly.

"Hi." I returned just as awkward, it was silent for about a minute or so.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked

"I'm here to see you, silly."

"Why? You don't like me."

"And when and where did I say that?"

"You never actually said it, but c'mon Harry. You have a girlfriend."

"No, I don't. She broke up with me."

"But, earlier you said-" He smiled wide at me,

"So it was you!" He semi- yelled

I put my head down. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"It's OK. At least, I know you like me."

"And, how do you know that?"

"You danced with me today, and put your head on my neck, and smelled my cologne, and I kissed your neck, and you didn't stop me."

"Oh, so you just do all of those things to random girls you dance with?"

"No, I knew it was you, Haiden."

"How?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Your perfume. And that sweet, sexy voice."

I blushed, "Thanks Harry."

He leaned in for a kiss, as did I. We kissed passionately before we stopped. He looked at me. In a seductive way. He began to unbutton his shirt and take off his shoes. As badly as I wanted to, I can't. One, he's not my boyfriend, and two my mum is upstairs. I put my hand of his bare chest. I looked down. So did he. 

"Harry no."

"I'm sorry, Haiden. I erm, I have to go." He got up and headed for the door.

"Harry, stop. It- it's not that I don't want to, trust I do and I've wanted to. But my mum's upstairs."

"That's the only reason?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, smirking. He was teasing me.

I had to get out of this situation, "Yeah." I chocked.

"Then  lets go to my place." He whispered.

"Harry, I-"

"Why not?"

"Because, what will I tell my mum?"

"Tellh er, we're going out, and you'll be back in the morning."

I was confused. I wanted him all my life, but now that I've actually got it, it feels weird. I ran up and knocked on my mum's door. She answered withing a few seconds, "Yes?"

"Mum is it OK if I got out with Harry for a bit? Then crash at his place with some friends?"

"Uhrm. I guess. As long as there's gonna be other people there."

I smiles, "There will be." 

I went into my room and stripped down to only my bra and knickers. I looked for something to wear. I put on a pair of black leggings and a Beatles shirt, only to change it to a tank. I put on my black Dr. Martins and grabbed my go-to purse. Taking my phone off the charger and putting my bag on my shoulder, I was out.

I walked down stairs to see Harry in his car. I smiled and got in.

"I would've kept the Beatles T shirt on." He smirked.

I hit his arm and laughed. "Thanks Harry."

The engine cried out as he turned the key. We where off to his place before I even knew it.



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