This Isn't Love

Morgan encounters a mysterious, yet breathtaking boy. Although she wants to, she can't resist him.

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4. Chapter 4

It had been about two days since I had been to the doctor, and I was feeling much better.

"Morgan! Get ready!" I had laid on the couch all day and Arthi kept pushing for me to go to the club with her and Liam.

"No! I don't wanna go!" I still had a slight headache and I knew the loud music wouldn't help it.

"Morgan, you're going." She peeked her head out of her room, she had curlers in her hair.

"No, I'm not." I was getting slightly annoyed at her persistence.

"Harry's gonna be there." She gave a cheeky smirk.

"All the more reason not to go." I tried to hide my smile.

"Morgan please." She dragged out the last word while holding the door frame.

"Arthi, I just don't feel up to it." I quickly glanced at her, making sure she wasn't upset.

"Ugh, you're so hard-headed." She grunted before disappearing back into her room.

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It had been about thirty minutes since Arthi left. I was starting to get restless. Sitting on the couch all day was much worse than I thought it would be. I got up and started to make my way into the kitchen until I heard a small knock at the door.

"Ugh, Arthi you've really got to stop forgetting-" I was cut off by the sight of a tall, curly headed boy with a cheeky grin on his face. "What are you doing here." I swallowed, I didn't like the fact that I was alone with him.

"Arthi told me you were still sick, I thought you might like some company." His dimples were deep as he smiled.

"Not really." I said under my voice as he walked through the door.

"No need to whisper babe, it's just you and me." He turned, referring to my comment.

"What's that?" I pointed to the bag in his rather large hand.

"Oh, I brought a movie." He walked over to the TV and bent down to get a better view of the DVD player.

I walked over to the couch and took my place where I always sat, in the corner. I got comfortable in my blanket that I had been snuggling in all day.

"So, what's the real reason you didn't go to the club?" Harry's low voice broke the silence.

"I don't feel well." I looked at my hands, playing with the charms on my bracelet.

"You didn't want to see me, did you?" He walked over to me once he had the movie in the player.

"N-no...I just.." I was unable to speak, his green eyes staring into me made me uncomfortable.

"It's ok baby, I'm here now." He winked, his signature smirk plastered across his face.

The movie started playing and I was glad when Harry turned his attention to the screen. I could feel my cheeks getting red, but I didn't know why. Did I like him? No. I couldn't like him, I would be going against the promise I had kept to myself since my breakup. I told myself I would never trust another guy again, no matter what.

"You don't have to be shy, you know." Harry slid closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. My cheeks felt hot, like they might burn me if I touched them. I looked up at Harry, who was intently staring at the television. He really was beautiful. His curly brown hair fell perfectly over his forehead. His eyes so green, his smile so inviting. What was I saying? I couldn't like him. I mentally slapped myself out of the gaze I was stuck in.

"If you wanted to look at me all you had to do was ask." He turned to me, his dimples deep.

"S-n-" I stuttered, embarrassed that he had caught me staring.

"Do I make you nervous?" He seemed to be pleased that he had an affect on me.

"No." I shook my head. This wasn't happening.

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