He forced me to him. I didn't know him. "I could love you better than him; I would promise that." Butterflies entered my stomach, causing my lashes to flutter, then relax when my lids closed. Then, it ended. "What the fuck? Get the hell off her!" "Okay, but I never break my promises, so I'll be seeing you love." How would I ever possibly see him again? Warning: sexual scenes, language, etc.


5. Four: Begging

I could feel the hangover begin. My head pounded and it was a cold night. I was about to cross a road when the same car a saw the day before pulled out in front of me.

"Shit." I cursed. "Why the hell can't you leave me alone, Harry?"

He walked towards me once he got out of the car. "Chelsea, please get in the car. I can take you home."

I continued walking by him, hoping he'd get the message.

"Are you really going to make me do this?"

"Do what?" I asked as my feet were lifted off the ground.

He tossed me into his car and locked the door so I couldn't get out. How the hell do people do that?

He climbed into the car, and began to drive.

"Too bad you don't know where I live." I said, hoping he would just give up and let me go.

"Looks like you'll have to stay at mine until you decide to tell me where you live." I didn't sense any humor in his voice.

"Please, Harry. I'm tired, and my head is pounding." I whined, trying to hold the tears back. "Just let me out."

Harry pulled to the side of the road, and turned to me, wiping the tears off my face. "You really need to get some sleep, Chels. I can't let you walk home alone, not when you're like this."

His face began to get blurry, and the ache in my head got so bad I had to close my eyes.


I slowly opened my eyes, but the bright light still caused me pain. The night slowly started to piece back together, but only in little parts.

"Well look who finally woke up." Harry said, with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Ugh." I said rubbing my eyes, still trying to get them open. "I thought you were going to take me home."

"I couldn't. I don't know your address, love."

"I was the one on the ID, don't you have any common sense?" I asked, a little annoyed he didn't do what I asked him to.

"Well, I didn't know that. If it was not your real address we could've ended up lost or in someone else's house. That wouldn't have worked out very well." He chuckled. "So you gonna get out of bed and have some breakfast?"

At that moment, I finally thought through that I was in his bed. "We didn't…" I began, awkwardly.

He smirked and shook his head. "I wish."

I moved off of the bed, first slipping my legs out of the covers.

"You want some coffee?" He asked me motioning to the cup in his hand.

"Yeah. I'll take some."

"Okay, well then, it's in the kitchen. Go get it yourself." He laughed.

I dropped my head into my hands. "You're a real piece of shit."

"Only for you." He smirked.

I stood up and started to fall back onto the bed. Harry placed his arm around me and caught me before I landed. I looked at his face that was only a few centimeters away from mine. His eyes staring into mine made my heart melt and my stomach backflip. He began to lean forward, about to kiss me. He froze right before our lips touched, I felt like he was intentionally trying to torture me.

I was straight up on my feet, and Harry stepped away, giving me my space. I was a little disappointed that he didn't kiss me.

"The kitchen is out the door to the right." He said to break the silence.

"Okay." I said walking out of the room. Once I got to the kitchen I saw a cup was ready right beside the coffee machine. I poured some in the cup and began to drink. It was too hot and the cup slipped out of my hand dropping into the ground. "Shit."

"Chels? Everything okay in there?" I heard Harry call from the other room.

"Yeah, it's good. Just spilt my coffee."

I heard footsteps approach from behind me while I quickly searched for something to clean the spill up with. "I am so sorry. I really am. I don't know where the…"

I heard Harry laughing. "It's okay Chels. But there will be a price to pay for you making a mess in my kitchen." He stepped closer to me, until I was closed into a corner. He reached his arm up into the cabinet to pull out paper towels. "You get to clean it up, and you get to spend the day with me tomorrow."

I looked at him, as he was still pressed against me. "Or you can clean up the sheets after we have some fun." He smirked. "Come on, you owe me something, love. I let you stay the night, you spilt on my kitchen floor. Which one is it gunna be?" He asked me offering the paper towels.

I took them out of his hand. "Fine, but will you leave me alone after tomorrow?"

"You already took the offer, love, I'm not changing it." He pecked me on the cheek walking away now, leaving me to clean the spill. "I'm showering. Once I'm done, I'll take you home."

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