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Chapter 22
Harry's POV
"So let me get this straight-" Niall says as I sit across the booth from him. We had gone to breakfast because that's what we always did on a Wednesday. Normally the other lads would be here but they couldn't make it today so it was just us. I wasn't complaining though. I had fucked up and he was the first and only person I wanted to tell- I just needed advice. "You stayed over at Amy's last night- and nothing happened?" He asks and shake my head. I didn't think he believed me but I was telling the truth. Sort of anyway. "Like absolutely nothing?" He presses and I shake my head a second time.
"Nothing" I shrug whilst taking a sip of water.
Technically nothing did happen.
However I felt guilty. I felt so guilty it was a joke. I hadn't even seen Charlotte or talked to her or anything- she had called and stuff but I didn't answer because I didn't know what I would even say to her.
Last night was.. well it was one of the best nights I've had in years. I'm not going to lie about that. Spending the night with Amy felt different but yet it felt like she had never left. I knew I was slowly chipping away at her hard exterior- it was just a matter of time till I reached the middle. She let herself go last night and I knew she liked it- she was like the old Amy I knew and fell in love with not this stubborn, closed off, destructive version of herself.
I hadn't gotten the answers I wanted. I knew that- but maybe last night was what we both needed. Just to open up to each other and just be around each other. It felt really good.
She was amazing- she kept me on my toes, she was exciting, liberating, stubborn, fiery and her sarcastic sense of humour was something I longed to hear. I had missed us- and last night confirmed that for me.
We had confided in each other and I guess it was easy for us to do that with drinks in our system- I don't think it would of gone down like that if not.
Ever since I left this morning- leaving her nothing but a note in the kitchen- all I was thinking about was her. Her touch. Her eyes. Her body. Her mouth and the absolute filth that comes out of it when she wants. I wanted it all.
But it was wrong- and I knew that. That's why I was conflicted.
My body wanted her but head told me no- And if I'm being honest, I don't know what the fuck my heart is even doing at this point.
"Oh come on Harry! Don't lie I'm not gonna tell-" He says whilst laughing but I cut him off.
"I'm serious!" I argue and he rolls his eyes laughing sarcastically.
"You think I actually fucking believe that for a second?" He laughs and I frown rolling my eyes at him. Of course he wouldn't believe me- I wouldn't believe me when it comes to her. I can't even control myself. "I mean come on.. the sexual tension between the two of you is actually unavoidable- you two are like magnets it's fucking weird" he rolls his eyes as he takes a bite out of his waffles.
