lust // h.s.

Part 2|Flashbacks

So I really love to follow you guys back, but lately I can't quite keep up.

So, if you want me to follow you (which you probably don't) inbox me a message.! :) x

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(2 weeks later)

"And then she told me to go fuck myself!" Ronnie says, sipping at her mocha.

Lea, Lauren, Annabel and I fight to hold back a laugh.

I mean, anyone would have to admit Ronnie was a massive drama queen.

But along with being annoying, it was hysterical.

"And you said?" I ask.

"I told her that her legs missed eachother and she should invest in a pair of pants."

We all crack up in laughter.

Suddenly my mind flies out of focus and into something I don't know.

I can vividly see Harry in front of me at the bridge as we screamed at eachother.

The extreme feeling that took over me then, took over my body now.

I could feel his soft, long fingers sweeping over my jawline. I trembled lightly at his touch, and found his eyes staring back into mine.

"Charlotte?" Annabel asks cautiously.

And I snap back into reality, "Hmm?"

"You okay?" She asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Of course."

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As hard as I tried to convince myself I didn't miss Harry, it didn't work.

I craved for his lips.

His voice.

His stupid jokes.

His body.

His touch.

Him.

I pulled the covers around me tighter around me.

Why would I miss him after all the things he's done to me?

He didn't even deserve to be in my thoughts, but he ruled them.

Dick.

But he probably wasn't even thinking about me.

Considering how he said he wished we never even met and the deal Aiden and I had made.

The deal was, if I moved to New York I was to have no contact with Harry.

And,

That he could tell Harry I was dead.

Which made me feel somewhat better knowing he wouldn't look for me.

A sudden thud on the ceiling makes my heart jump, then I here a sudden familiar voice in a sing song voice and dancing steps above me.

It's him. It's him.

"Shut up Leeroy!" I shout.

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Bahaha I had you guys going.! :)