I wondered when my heart would pound out of my chest. My palms started to sweat, my fingers agitating profusely. Daniel pulled off his shirt, revealing his skinny yet somewhat muscular body. I sat on the bed, clueless. I didn't know how I was supposed react to this. I've never slept with anyone before. Heck, I've always been uncomfortable even talking about the topic of sex.
But if I did this, I would be closer to Daniel and I would probably forget about Harry. I needed to forget Harry. Our relationship was toxic and would go nowhere because he merely wants to destroy Daniel's life. He doesn't actually like me - I had to keep reminding myself about that.
"Are you sure?" Daniel muttered, running his fingers through my hair.
I nodded silently. His fingers travelled down to the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I gasped. "Are you okay?" He asked.
I bit my lower lip and nodded again. He took my shirt off for me, tossing it to the floor. I shielded myself by crossing my arms and holding onto my shoulders. Daniel planted soft kisses on my neck and carefully laid me down on the bed. He got on top of me and continued kissing me.
Whenever I shut my eyes, my mind projected images of Harry. I hated it. He was all I could think of.
I felt Daniel's body press down on mine. The temperature in the room was increasing. His hands caressed my exposed stomach before moving down to my jeans, unzipping it. My heart jumped when I felt his hand in my jeans, vigorously touching me.
I gasped loudly, making Daniel pull away. I quickly moved his arm away from me and got off the bed. "Hel? Helena I'm sorry." I heard him say as I grabbed my shirt and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
Clad in a bra and undone jeans, my cheeks flushed and my heart sunk when I saw Harry and his friends sitting in the living room. Their eyes widened as they looked at me. My breath hitched. The embarrassment that filled me was excessive. It was just too much to handle.
"Helena?" Harry called, confusion evident in his face.
I felt my head spin. As I raced upstairs, my shirt fell from my hands but I just kept running. My vision started getting blurry from the tears in my eyes.
I locked myself in a room and fell to the ground. I brought my knees up to my forehead and wrapped my arms around my legs. Tears escaped my eyes. I had difficulty catching my breath as I sobbed.
People are going to start thinking I'm a whore. My reputation... deteriorated. What the hell are you doing, Helena? I bumped myself on the head as I continued crying.
Then I heard a knock on the door. "Please go away." I said in between sobs.
"It's me, Harry."
"Go away."
"Helena, everything's alright. Tell me what happened. I'll help you. Open the door."
I quickly snatched a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself before unlocking the door. Harry entered and closed the door behind him. "Here." He dug into one of the drawers in the room and pulled out a black Rolling Stones t-shirt.
"Wear this." He handed me the shirt.
"Don't look." I told him. He shrugged and turned away from me. I removed the blanket and slipped on the shirt, poking my head and hands out. It was too big for me. The neck hole kept sliding down my shoulder.
"Alright, I'm done." I sniffed.
Harry turned to face me. "Wow, you look good in it. Keep it." He smiled.
"It's too big. Is it yours?" I mumbled and sat on the foot of the bed, tilting my head down.
"Yeah. So is this room." Harry lifted his index finger and twirled it around. He walked over and sat beside me. "The guys won't say a thing." He assured.
