Chapter 16:
Juliet’s POV
It’s like my body reacted before my brain could think it through and I jumped up from the bed yanking the duvet from under Harry’s body, making him fall to the floor. I quickly wrapped the blanket around my body and heard Harry groan loudly.
“Wha…” he mumbled quietly before I saw his body shoot up from the floor to a standing position. His eyes looked me up and down before they moved towards his body and they widened and his pupils dilated. “How?! What?” he shouted pointing to me then him.
“How the hell am I supposed to know!” I shouted, panicked.
“What happened last night?” he shouted, running his fingers through his hair.
“I…I don’t remember anything,” I said, now pacing back and forth. “All I remember was you taking me to the Eiffel Tower. He stared at me for a few seconds, the wheels in his brain were turning.
“Me too…” he said slowly. “You don’t think…?” he said pointing to me than back at him.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, finally thinking things through. “I, I-I…oh my god,” I said shaking my head back and forth, then squeezing my eyes shut, hoping it was a dream.
I backed up against the wall and slid down laying my head in my hands, the blanket still fully wrapped around me. I had sex with my engaged, teacher. And I can’t even remember.
Harry kept pacing back and forth in front of me, running his fingers through his hair frequently. I was still sat against the wall, staring helplessly at Harry. My mind racing and my head was pounding. Why does my head hurt so bad?
“God my head hurts,” Harry said, now yanking at his curls. His head hurts too?
“Well, maybe it was… just really… hot lost night and uhm…we stripped.” I said trying to find an excuse.
“No Juliet,” Harry snapped. “Obviously we fucked.”
I was a bit taken aback by his words, but he just mumbled an apology. “Maybe we uhm…” I was completely lost for words. I..I don’t know what to do.
He sighed and walked towards the bathroom. “Juliet,” he called.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Come here,” he said, kind of urgently.
I got up and tightened the grip on the blanket around me, then walked into the bathroom. A wine bottle was pushed towards my face.
“What’s this?” Harry questioned.
I ignored him and looked at the full bathtub, bubbled and everything. Beside it were a wine glass and a bottle of empty vodka. I walked towards the bathtub and dipped my hand into it.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked.
“It’s cold.” I said.
“And…” he raised his eyebrows.
“I think…” I sighed and sat on the toilet seat, “something must have happened with that bathtub and that alcohol.”
Harry lifted himself up onto the sink counter and rested his elbows if his now clothed legs. “We were drunk,” he stated, “we must have been drunk.”
I nodded my head, “must have cause I would have never done that otherwise.”
Harry’s head shot towards me and our eyes met. “What are you saying?”
My eyes widened slightly. “Just… just that your engaged and…my te-eacher and..and uhm… I'm innocent and stuff..and I’m not saying you’re not attractive, it’s just that uhm I’m not like that,” my words rushed out of my mouth and I blushed.
“You think I’m attractive?” a slight smile across his face.
“I-I…erm…uhm,” I blushed an even deeper shade of red and looked down.
A large hand cupped my chin, suddenly and lifted my head up to meet Harry's green eyes. He was now sat on his knees in front of me smiling, how did he get over here?
“I think you’re attractive too,” he quietly said.
I gasped and frowned my eyebrows, as I was about to respond, I was cut off. By Harry's lips.
For a couple of seconds I was lost in my own world, in my teacher’s lips. But I soon realized what I was doing and pulled away.
“What are you doing,” I snapped while pushing him away and standing up.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything,” he stated while trying to grab my chin again, but I flinched away. He’s right. I did feel something.
“No,” I mumbled looking down. “This is wrong.” I pushed passed Harry, but he grabbed my forearm, stopping me from crossing through the bathroom door.
“You think I don’t know,” he whispered, I scrunched up my eyebrows and my lips parted slightly. “Karen…” he lowly chuckled, “you don’t think I know she doesn’t love me, that she’s got a new love interest…Louis, is it.” He let go of my arm and brushed past me.
I stood there for a few seconds processing his words, he knew…he…he… I walked into the bedroom to find Harry sat on the end of the bed with his head on his hands. I silently say next to him and sighed. I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“I know…” I said, trying in some way to comfort him. Harry’s head slowly lifted up to meet my gaze and he frowned.
“Yeah, but you don’t know… I don’t love her either.”
I chucked. “Nah… Paris told me.”
His head shot up and he rubbed his temples. “I told her not to tell,” he mumbled.
We sat in silence for a little while with my hand pressed to his back, rubbing soothing circles. I was suddenly pushed forcefully back onto the bed. Surprised, my eyes widened as Harry crawled on top of me.
“Wha—” I started but was interrupted.
“Karen told you to listen to your heart not your head didn’t she?” Harry questioned while getting closer and closer to my face. I nodded my head. “Then listen to your heart,” he whispered.
Everything happened so fast. I was in the dream I had the night before, sweaty naked body, pressed to sweaty naked body.
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My chest heaved up and down at a rapid speed. The only sound in the room that could be heard was the heavy breathing coming from both Harry and I’s parted lips.
“I..” I started but was completely lost for words.
I can’t believe…I just… I just had sex with my teacher. I starred at the ceiling hoping it would just come to life and tell me what to say, but of course, it didn’t. I bit my lip, he’s engaged… god dammit, I just fucked my engaged teacher.
“I…” I tried to find an excuse of how I didn’t think about it this time, and I tried to find one out of regret in me, but couldn’t. “I don’t regret it,” I whispered, finally turning my head to the left, finding Harry starring directly at me. “I regret nothing,” he chuckled trying to cut the tension. I turned my head back to the ceiling, “my head’s telling me this was wrong.”
Harry inhaled, “and your heart?” he questioned.
“To just go with it,” I blinked and inhaled deeply, smelling sweat. “I’m so confused,” I sighed.
“About what,” Harry said.
“About everything,” I started. “You and Karren, me and you, and then Karen and Louis… and I’m pretty sure Paris like this guy name Owen..” Harry’s laughter drifted through my ears and a smile spread across my face.
“I might have to pound this Owen,” Harry joked. “All I know,” he breathed through his nostrils, “is that no matter how wrong it is, I like you… a lot actually… and I’m willing to risk it all… do this again.”
My head snapped towards his face to see his starring at the ceiling, then his head slowly moved to face mine. “What are you saying?” I questioned.
“I’m saying I don’t want this,” he pointed to my bare body then to his, “to end.”
I swallowed and looked all round his face, “me either,” I mumbled, listening to my heart.
“So you’re okay with this?” he questioned. “Sneaking…I guess around… with me?”
My head screamed ‘no’ but my heart screamed ‘yes’, for once in my life I went with my heart. “Yes,” I smiled. I guess I could say… that was the start to me and Harry’s ‘beautiful affair’.