Why is it so hard to leave someone you love if they are bad for you? Because you love them.
That's the question I constantly ask myself, yet I know the answer. But the person I love is Harry Styles. He is a part of One Direction and he tours constantly, leaving me alone and very sad because I can't see him when I want to. But I don't cheat. I've never done that and I never will. But I have had thoughts about Harry cheating on me.
"Hey babe." Harry interrupted my thoughts as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Hi," I said.
"Whatcha think about?" Harry asked me.
"You can't be thinking about nothing," he said.
"I was thinking about what I'm going to do when you leave." I've got an idea! Drink and sleep."
"Oh," he said. "You know I don't want to leave."
"Yeah, I know."
We were interrupted by my phone. It was Louis texting me.
Louis: I have to see you tonight. I have something important to tell you.
"Who is that?" Harry said.
"Oh, it was my mom," I lied. She doesn't even text.
"Okay," Harry said.
Next thing I know, we were inside, on top of each other, my clothes half off. We moved to the bedroom and we were naked in an instant. He got on top of me and entered me and slowly started thrusting.
We had a pretty steady rhythm and then all of a sudden, Rachel started crying.
"I can't do this," she said, pushing me off.
"I- I don't know," she said, sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe.
I was kind of disappointed because I wanted to screw before I left.