"You don't just get to come back here and pretend things haven't change." I yelled at him outside my apartment, "Things haven't changed! I still love you." he grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me gently, then clutches my face.
There is a moment of silence.
"Eight years and you still drive me fucking crazy." he smiled softly at me, and the rain is heavy, in the cliche way. Harry leans in closer to me, moving wet strands of hair from my face, and as our lips are inches apart I hear a voice.
"What the fuck is going on?" and Roman is staring right at us.


7. Part Seven

I'd been in Luke's apartment for about twenty minutes, and already I could see the way he watched me. I stood before him in blue jeans, and a crop top. 

"You look nervous." I commented, and he sat with his legs wide spread, arms resting tattoos on show. 

"So, do you." he replied, and toyed with his lips. 

"This place hasn't change a bit." I whispered, and ran my fingertips alone all of the trinkets he had kept. 

"You've haven't either." he told me. 

"Everyone keeps saying that, but i've never felt more different." I sighed softly, and turned to face him with a smirk on my lips. 

"Does Harry know you're here?" Luke cocked his head, and stood up to face me, and I shook my head. 

"It's none of his business." I tilt my head back up at me, and laughed softly at how nervous I was. 

Things were always easy with Luke. It was companionship and sex. Two great things, made better by the fact that we found each other attractive. 

"And your boyfriend?" he continued, and I laughed softly and stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his neck softly. 

I then kissed his lips, and nibbled on them hard enough for him to groan. 

"Does that answer your question?" I asked him and he nodded softly. 

Luke dropped to his knees, and wrapped his arms around my lower body, desperate to learn the mystery of my body, again. Luke grabbed at whatever he could get his hands. Kissing my hips sweetly and tugged at the waist of my jeans. 

"Come on." I muttered softly, and let my fingers run through is hair, and he smirked up at me with the devil in his eyes. 

I let him pull me into the bedroom. 

I unbuttoned my shirt quickly, as Luke removed his own. I lay him down on the bed, and toyed with his belt buckle, not ready for the tension to be over. 

I moved away and Luke propped himself up on his elbows to watch me undress. I unbuttoned my jeans and slide of them with ease, and my purple lace underwear makes his eyes go wide. I tiptoe over to the curtains and draw them shut. 

I turn the radio on, and turn it loud. 

"The neighbours will still hear you over that, Eve." Luke smirks over at me. 

I pull my hair down slowly, letting it fall over my shoulders. 

"Come here." he begs me, and I bite down on my lip, and move closer to him. I put my legs either side of his waist, and laugh as he turns me over onto my back, and sprinkles me in thousands of kisses down my neck, breasts and stomach. 

An involuntary moan escapes my mouth, and it won't stop there. 


I am still lay in Luke's company. I wear one of his shirts and my panties, nothing more. Luke is in his boxer shorts, and we are lay in his bed, finishing off the pizza he ordered. Watching some reality TV show, but more content by lying half naked and in each other's company. The radio is still loud too. 

"Your phone is ringing again." Luke rolls his eyes, and I shush it with my hand, and smile at him. "Roman must have done something if you've come to me." Luke smirks at me, "Are you suggesting I am using you to get back at my boyfriend?" I get up on my knees, and punch him playfully in the chest, and he grabs my hips as I am on my knees and kisses me quickly, and then pecks me, and then again, and again. 

"Luke." I giggle, and he lets me go, "It's been years since I have had the privilege." he defended himself. 

"Seriously, what did he do?" Luke asked me, and I sighed and lay down on the bed, draping my legs over him. 

"Cheated on my for the billionth time." I complained, "I could of taken it, but he fucked her in our bed. I just had to get out of there, and I didn't want to go to Harry. I didn't want all of the emotional baggage, not now, another day maybe, but not now." I muttered, and he nodded approvingly. 

"Well, I'd love to take your mind of it for fourth time." Luke purred in my ear, and I smirked, and let a blush creep down my neck and over my chest. 

"How about I grab a drink first?" I suggest, and then kiss him between words. "Then. I. Am. All. Yours. Again." I mumble against his lips, and toddle off to grab some water. 

I am stood in his empty kitchen, and three knocks fall on the door and I hear Luke shout, "Get that for me, would you?" and I walk over, and shout got it. 

I open the door and it flings open almost knocking me over. 

"I need to talk to you man. It's about Eve." 

Then Harry stops. 

Harry sees me. 

Stood in only panties and one of Luke's shirt, no make-up, and hair all over the place. 

Bite of love trail down my neck, and over the exposed skin on my shoulders. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he seethes, his fists clench at his side and I took in a sharp breath. 

"Who is it, Baby?" I hear Luke's sweet voice, "It's-.. It's definitely for you." I call him, and he is out of the door a few minutes later. 

Harry hasn't moved. 

"Harry?" Luke came and stood beside me, "Why don't you go back into the bedroom, I will be in in a minute." Luke whispers to me. 

"I think she needs to get fucking dressed and come with me right now." Harry blinked as if he shuttered.

"Come on, man. Don't do this." Luke tried to defend what we had been doing, but telling to Harry to calm down was not something that ever went down well.

"You've been back in her life for five minutes, and you are already fucking her?" Harry seethed, I could feel his heart beat in my ears. 

"Harry don't blame this on Luke." I warned him, "What you expect me to believe that you came here of your own back?" Harry stepped towards me. 
"I did. I called him and asked him if I could spend the day with him." I defend Luke.

It was like nothing had changed and it brought me an odd satisfaction knowing that the thought of me with Luke still drove Harry wild.

"Luke could have said no." Harry never liked to blame me, but here there was no one else to blame.

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to get going to get dressed and then I am leaving. Alone." I snapped at Harry. 

As I walked into Luke's room, I felt as though everything had gone from perfect to disaster the second I opened that door. 

I grabbed my clothes, and searched for my belongings, and heard the two boys yelling at each other through the door. 

I exit and kissed Luke on the cheek, softly. 
"Thank you for having me." I smiled sweetly, and walked past Harry as if he weren't even there. 

"EVE!" I heard my name, but I refuse to turn to face him. 

"Where are you going to go, huh?" Harry shouted, "Why do you care? Have I not made it clear that I don't want you." I shout at him, and a pang of hurt feeling touch his face momentarily, but they soon enough disappear and he is filled with anger. 

"What did he do?" I heard him, and I frowned and turned to face him, "I'll ask again, why do you care?" I sniffled.

"Because, you only go to Luke when i've fucked up. I'm guessing Roman did the same." Harry looked at me with grave concern. 

"Roman was fucking another girl in our bed. I got home and she was there in my fucking clothes, with my boyfriend, in my bed, in my apartment and he didn't even look sorry. I love him with everything that I can and he doesn't care. 

Every ounce of love I had spare from loving you, I gave to him and he does exactly what you do, but it's worse because he promises he won't, you never made promises you couldn't keep. " I tell him, and he doesn't say anything, he just walks over to me and wraps his arms around me. 

I want to sob, cry until I have no tears left. I want to throw punches at Harry, until my arms ache. I want to have him, but something is stopping me from being happy. 

"Come back to mine. You can stay again tonight, besides, you can't go home looking like that." Harry told me, and I nodded softly against his chest. 

I sit in his car in silence, winding the windows down to drown out the radio. 

"I'm sorry." I call over the music. 

"Me too." He tells me back. 

Harry momentarily turns the radio down so he can speak. 

"I see now how bad it made you feel. Every time I slept with another girl. I get why you need Luke. I still don't like it, I probably never will. But, I get it."

"I didn't mean it when I said I didn't want you."

"I know."

Harry reaches across and puts a hand on my thigh, and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

When we arrive at Harry's house, the atmosphere is different. We aren't uncomfortable, but we aren't happy. We live in the saddest in-between. 

"Hey, I forgot to give you this earlier." Harry hands me my book of poetry. 

"You weren't lying, you did keep it." I smile up at him and he nods slowly, kisses my forehead softly and then leaves to shower. 

I flick through the pages of my old book. 

In the back I find scribbles that aren't mine, and see that Harry has begun to write poetry in my book. 

Maybe not poetry. 

Just thoughts, the kind of sad thoughts that run around a poets head. 

She was fierce.She was strong.The girl was crazy, and sadly she didn't sleep at night.But, she had flaws and that was okay. Because, flaws build character.

The girl had these eyes that had a beautiful sadness, because she knew she could never have what she wanted. So, she loved someone else, with pieces of broken glass, she stabbed herself cutting of body parts to give to him. But, what good was a body without a heart. 

The eyes now held an ugly happiness, because she knew this was everything she needed, but not what she wanted. So, she love him, with pieces of gold, she carved herself, making him love her too. But, what good was a sculpture, without the one she wanted to look at her. 

I closed the book and reached for my phone and looked at the missed calls from Roman. 

I step outside on the balcony. 

I dial his number. 

Eve, where have you been?  He sounds angry. 


When are you going to be home?  Roman sounds frustrated, but still not sorry. 

Not for a while. 

Baby, come one, we can work this out, we always do. He is begging me. 

That's the problem, Roman. We always do. We shouldn't have to work it out, because it shouldn't happen. 

Where are you? I'll come and pick you up. 

I am staying with a friend for a while. I'll call you when I am ready to talk. 

I hung up, and turn to walk back inside, I see Harry stood in the kitchen, making me a coffee, and I wish it was always like this, but it can't be, not again. 

Not now. 

Not ever. 

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