It Takes Patience
Chapter 50: Countless Efforts
*Reagan’s POV*
My eyes stayed open when Harry kissed me. I kissed him back, but I was too sure that I was hearing things. A tear rolled down my face and Harry wiped it away again. I was sitting on his lap staring at him wide eyed completely astonished. If I moved to fast I’m sure I would burst. My skin tingled and I could hear my heart beat drum against my chest. It’s so loud. Can he hear it too? I can barely breathe but I need to make sure that I heard right before I get too ahead of myself.
“What did you say to me just now?” Harry looked at me amused and gave me a pearly white dimple showing smile.
“I. Love. You.” He spoke slowly as if I was deaf and depended on the movement of his lips to read them. I understand what he said, but I can’t believe that he said it and the mood of the room has immediately changed. We were just shouting at the top of our lungs at each other and now declarations of love are being made.
“Reagan stop staring at me and say that you’ll-” I cut him off and wrapped one of my arms around his neck while the other grabbed the back of his head pulling him into a kiss. I must have caught him off guard because I caused him to fall back slightly. He caught himself by leaning back on his arms right before his head hit the headboard and he eventually wrapped his arms around my back melding into the kiss before breaking it. He moved my hand off of his head and put it on his chest. Both of our breathing was rugged from the kiss and when I felt how fast his heart was beating I was sure that it matched mine. I leaned my forehead on top of his and closed my eyes before slowly opening them again. I have never been so happy and miserable at the same time in my life.
H. pulled me down to lie down on his chest and my thoughts are muddled and then drowned out completely as I lay, listening to his heart race. We lied in the most comfortable silence and I know that if I could, I would stay here with him just like this.
“When is your birthday?”
“What?”
“When is your birthday? Out of all of the questions I’ve asked you, I never thought to go for the simple ones that mean a lot.”
“My birthday is the first of February...When is yours?”
“November twenty-first.” Harry chuckled and then glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the ceiling.
“Explains a lot...”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I go to push myself off of Harry’s chest to look at him, but he pushes my head back down.
“Nothing, except you’re sex crazed...”
“That has nothing to do with my sign. It’s your fault. There’s something about you that gets me that way, all hot and bothered. No one else has even gotten close to how you make me feel.” Harry wrapped both of his arms around my back and kissed the top of my forehead. As my mind jumbles through the events of today it lands on what Laurie said about him being “such the flirt” and it starts to eat away at me. The moment is so sweet right now and I don’t want to ruin it, but I can’t help myself.
“I was with Laurie earlier and she told me that you guys had a bonfire yesterday at Liam’s?”
“Yeah it was nice just a few people...so?”
“So, she said you were pretty flirty H. Who were you talking to? You could’ve at least told me about it.” His dismissal of my question made my curiosity peak and it annoyed me as well. I don’t want any other girl getting his attention that way and I know I sound possessive but it’s because I am.
“Why are we even talking about this?! I just told you I love you! Why does it matter if I flirted with someone yesterday? I only did it because she was there with her friend who Liam was chatting up. I was wingman. This discussion is irrelevant! We have way more important shit to worry about right now and you’re trying to pick a fight! ” He’s right and I begin to mentally analyze myself.
I know that I don’t want to deal with the task at hand. Picking a fight with him was only to distract myself from what’s really going on. It’s too painful to think about and fighting is much easier.
“We have to think of something Reagan, at least something to buy us more time.” I shook my head in agreement and we stayed in his room brainstorming for what seemed like hours. It was more than disheartening because every time one person came up with something, the other went into why it wouldn’t work. What was supposed to be a productive discussion turned into another argument and I literally don’t know how much more of this I can take today. I’m tired of shouting and I’ll be damned if I’m not tired of crying.
The last argument got more heated than the ones before it and I ended up alone on the bed while Harry paced back and forth like a caged lion. He came off as if he was pissed, but I know that he is just frustrated and upset with the situation more than he is with me.
“It’s like you want to fucking leave! I don’t even know what the point is in doing this with you anymore!”
“Harry you know I don’t want to, but we keep going in circles! None of it is logical. You can’t come with me until you’re released permanently. I can’t just stay when they revoke my visa. Where would I live? Those apartments we’re in are hospital property. As soon as they take it from me I have to be gone. H. I’m tired of talking about this today. We can start it up again tomorrow, but can we please take a break today?” I massage my temples and hope that he gets from my tone how drained I am from it all. When I feel the bed shift, I breathe a sigh of relief, but when I look at Harry I know his wheels are still turning.
“You’re too stressed.” When I look up at H. he now has a grin plastered on his face. Though I love him, I do have to learn how to better brace myself for his mood shifts.
“And you’re not?”
“I’m fine. Everything is going to be fine, because it has to be. I’m done worrying about it. When you stress over shit everything falls apart. Plus I still have to see Dr. Baker for sessions, maybe I can do something then.” I crinkle my face in confusion, but at the same time I can somewhat understand what he’s saying. Not ten minutes ago he was yelling at me about how I wasn’t putting in enough effort.
“Besides, right now you’re stressed out enough for the both of us. Come here glasses.” Harry grabs me and starts to tickle my sides causing me to laugh. Somehow he ends up on top of me straddling me. The laughing stops when he moves a piece of hair from my face and kisses me. When he does every problem seems to melt away as I get lost in him. Harry scoots me up the bed and rests my head on a pillow while he unbuttons my top and kisses my neck at the same time.
“We shouldn’t do this now. What if your mom or sister comes home?”
“Then you’ll just have to try to be quiet won’t you?” I put my hand on top of Harry’s to stop him from unbuttoning my blouse further knowing that every time I’ve ‘tried to be quiet’ I failed miserably.
“Just let me relieve the stress. It’s the one thing I’m sure I can help with right now. Please let me do this?” Harry kisses the corner of my mouth, then my lips, and each of my cheeks and even though I want to protest again, I know that he needs this to calm his nerves as much as I do whether he admits it or not and if this is what helps him, why would I make him stop?
I move my hand and nod my head slowly allowing him to remove my shirt and the rest of my clothing as I remove his. Harry hovers over me with either of his arms on each side of my head and kisses me while he reaches one of his hands under his pillow. When it reemerges his hand is fisted around a gold foil packet and when I break our kiss I look up at him amused.
“What? What did I do?”
“Under your pillow? What is this, a gift from the condom fairy?” Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up love. It’s easier than going to my drawer and getting one.” My heart palpitates in my chest when he calls me love and I like it more than when he calls me glasses. H puts the condom on and then returns to his position over me. I can feel his erection press at my opening, but he doesn’t go in. Why does he always have to tease me? Why does it always make me desire him more? H. shifts his weight from his hands to his elbows and the close contact mixed with his added weight makes my arousal grow wildly. Harry slips a hand between us and inserts a finger causing my hips to buck even under my restricted position and a moan to leave my lips.
“You’re going to drown my sheets again and we haven’t even started.” His comments make my cheeks tint a light pink and I remember the first time we were in his bedroom. Harry grinned at me and then licked his middle finger before he put it at my mouth.
“You taste so good. So sweet. Try it.” I clamped my lips around his finger and sucked causing his pupils to dilate and the sparkling green color turn a shade darker. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and then kissed me again before he slid into me gently, inch by inch. My moan was hushed in his mouth and no matter how many times we have sex, I don’t think I will ever get used to how amazingly full I feel when he’s inside of me. Harry began to roll his hips slowly, too slowly. He buried himself in me and then removed himself completely from me and the feeling of being full and then empty is driving me up a wall. I thought this was supposed to relieve my stress? He’s simply causing me more.
“H-Harry, please stop teasing me. I need you.” I whined and tried to grab his hips and get him to quicken his pace, but he grabbed my hand and interlaced it with his. My eyes began to flutter shut as he continued his torture of the best kind speeding up his pace slightly.
“Reagan, look at me.” Harry panted between thrust and I had to force my eyes to stay open and not roll back closed. He pushed up off of his elbows onto his hands again with one of them still holding mine and the other on the right side of my head. When I made eye contact with Harry he sped up his pace again biting his lip thrusting his hips faster making my hips work to meet his every move. I could feel my insides tighten around him and obviously he did too because just as soon as I get ready to free fall over the edge, he slows his pace and pulls himself out of me enough so that I can’t. My eyes snap shut out of frustration and pure and utter pleasure and the pressure that’s right behind my belly button builds bigger. The boy knows what he’s doing.
“Harry, please let me cum! Please?!” He chuckled slightly and groaned at my request. I know he loves it when I’m vocal, but I’m already moaning too loudly. His mom and sister would surely hear us if they walked through the front door.
“I want you to soak my sheets Reagan!....Fuck! I can’t get enough of you!” Harry grunted as he sped up his pace again building more pressure and I know that if he keeps this up I won’t have a problem fulfilling his request.
“OH MY..UGHHH HARRY!” H. begins to pound into me and the noise of our bodies meeting together echoes throughout the room.
“Shit Reagan! I know! I know! Look at me!” Harry’s words are strained against his erratic breathing and when I look at him again his words make me come undone.
“
I love you. Cum for me.” He gives me permission and when I do it’s as if all the pressure that I had built up inside me is released. My whole body shakes around H. and I can’t contain my moans and repentance of his name as he continues to thrust so that I can ride out the feeling. When I start to come down from the best high of my life, I can feel Harry’s arms start to shake in our hand that is still interlocked.
“Come on H. Cum for me, let go.” I move my hips to meet his thrusts and with a few more, Harry is not far behind me. He collapses completely spent saying a string of curses mixed with my name.
When I woke up, I was under different sheets than we were lying on before. When had he managed to change his bed sheets? I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep, but I felt so comfortable after our embrace it didn’t shock me that I had. Harry was still asleep next to me snoring lightly and my eyes began to rake across the room to look for my cell phone. It was seven fifteen, and as much as I would love to stay in bed for the rest of the day with Harry I know that I can’t do it here. Not when his mom or sister could be home any minute.
“Harry, H. wake up.” When I shook him he frowned slightly then stretched before turning over onto his back and opening his eyes to look at me. He didn’t look as well rested as I felt.
“You look so tired.”
“I’m only tired from working so hard.” Harry smirked and I couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across my cheeks. When he stood from the bed, he began to put on his clothes and I did the same. As we emerged out of his room, H. pulled me into a kiss and broke it quickly when we heard keys go into a lock and the front door open. Harry rubbed his face with one of his hands before going downstairs and grabbing his medicine bottle out of the cabinet, popping one of the pills and swallowing it without getting anything to drink it down. Even though I know he’s trying to keep up face for me, I know now for sure that he’s still upset.
“Harry can you come help me and your sister with the groceries? Oh hi Reagan! How are you?” She smiles at me warmly and I tell her that I’m fine, but I feel awkward. How do I explain to her that I’m not really shadowing her son anymore? Harry comes in the house laughing with Gemma as he puts the groceries down and Gemma greets me much like her mom before Anne scolds Harry.
“Harry another love bite? It’s not healthy for you to be doing that yet sweetheart. I’m sure of it.” I turn my head away not wanting them to see the fire that’s in my cheeks. I don’t even remember giving him one.
“Mum it’s completely healthy. It’s fine. Sex is normal, and you know I’m not a virgin. It was bound to happen again and it will happen again in the near future I believe.” Harry looks at me quickly then back at his mom before she notices the gesture. I blush harder at how freely Harry talks about it with his mom and I remember mine. She tried to talk to me to see if I was having sex once and could not bring myself to even look her in the eyes to say no, and I really wasn’t then.
“Harry! Let’s not have this discussion in front of Reagan she doesn’t want to hear this.” Anne yells at H. and he laughs along with Gemma.
“You brought it up. Reagan is fine. She knows what shagging is don’t you Reagan?” Harry looks at me and I can see the devilish glint in his eyes. I don’t know what to say and thankfully Anne responds before I say anything.
“Oh Harold enough! Reagan is it safe for him to be doing this yet?”
“Mum I’m bipolar not a nymphomaniac. It’s fine if I have sex! And just because I got bit a little doesn’t mean that that’s what happened anyway. I was just fooling around with this girl and-”
“Harry I don’t want details! I just want you to be careful!”
“I don’t plan on not being careful. I like kids but I don’t want to be a dad at twenty.” Harry’s mom rubbed her temples causing him to laugh before he kissed her cheek.”
“I won’t be home tonight. I was just about to drop Reagan at her place then I’m going to a party with the lads, I’ll text you and let you now I’m okay, plus I still have to call Paul. I’ll be fine.” Harry grabbed his keys off the counter and headed towards the door. I waved bye to his mom and Gemma but as soon as he turned to lock the door, I turned to him for an explanation.
“What party?”
“There’s not one, I’m going to your place. I’m still tired.” I smiled at the thought of him being back at home with me and waking up next to him again even if I only have six days left of it.
*Peyton’s POV*
When I left the hospital and I saw Reagan crying I know my plan is working just the way I want it to. I didn’t know it would go this far, but she left me no real choice. She started to ignore me and I tried countless times to get her to call me back so we could just talk. I thought that when I told her that I loved her it would work, but she kept going behind my back, she keeps going to him. The only way to make it stop was to get her fired. I still like Reagan despite her indiscretions, and I know that she will come to her senses eventually. She has no future with him and the sooner I can get her to see that, the better off we will be.
My eyes stayed open when Harry kissed me. I kissed him back, but I was too sure that I was hearing things. A tear rolled down my face and Harry wiped it away again. I was sitting on his lap staring at him wide eyed completely astonished. If I moved to fast I’m sure I would burst. My skin tingled and I could hear my heart beat drum against my chest. It’s so loud. Can he hear it too? I can barely breathe but I need to make sure that I heard right before I get too ahead of myself.
“What did you say to me just now?” Harry looked at me amused and gave me a pearly white dimple showing smile.
“I. Love. You.” He spoke slowly as if I was deaf and depended on the movement of his lips to read them. I understand what he said, but I can’t believe that he said it and the mood of the room has immediately changed. We were just shouting at the top of our lungs at each other and now declarations of love are being made.
“Reagan stop staring at me and say that you’ll-” I cut him off and wrapped one of my arms around his neck while the other grabbed the back of his head pulling him into a kiss. I must have caught him off guard because I caused him to fall back slightly. He caught himself by leaning back on his arms right before his head hit the headboard and he eventually wrapped his arms around my back melding into the kiss before breaking it. He moved my hand off of his head and put it on his chest. Both of our breathing was rugged from the kiss and when I felt how fast his heart was beating I was sure that it matched mine. I leaned my forehead on top of his and closed my eyes before slowly opening them again. I have never been so happy and miserable at the same time in my life.
H. pulled me down to lie down on his chest and my thoughts are muddled and then drowned out completely as I lay, listening to his heart race. We lied in the most comfortable silence and I know that if I could, I would stay here with him just like this.
“When is your birthday?”
“What?”
“When is your birthday? Out of all of the questions I’ve asked you, I never thought to go for the simple ones that mean a lot.”
“My birthday is the first of February...When is yours?”
“November twenty-first.” Harry chuckled and then glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the ceiling.
“Explains a lot...”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I go to push myself off of Harry’s chest to look at him, but he pushes my head back down.
“Nothing, except you’re sex crazed...”
“That has nothing to do with my sign. It’s your fault. There’s something about you that gets me that way, all hot and bothered. No one else has even gotten close to how you make me feel.” Harry wrapped both of his arms around my back and kissed the top of my forehead. As my mind jumbles through the events of today it lands on what Laurie said about him being “such the flirt” and it starts to eat away at me. The moment is so sweet right now and I don’t want to ruin it, but I can’t help myself.
“I was with Laurie earlier and she told me that you guys had a bonfire yesterday at Liam’s?”
“Yeah it was nice just a few people...so?”
“So, she said you were pretty flirty H. Who were you talking to? You could’ve at least told me about it.” His dismissal of my question made my curiosity peak and it annoyed me as well. I don’t want any other girl getting his attention that way and I know I sound possessive but it’s because I am.
“Why are we even talking about this?! I just told you I love you! Why does it matter if I flirted with someone yesterday? I only did it because she was there with her friend who Liam was chatting up. I was wingman. This discussion is irrelevant! We have way more important shit to worry about right now and you’re trying to pick a fight! ” He’s right and I begin to mentally analyze myself.
I know that I don’t want to deal with the task at hand. Picking a fight with him was only to distract myself from what’s really going on. It’s too painful to think about and fighting is much easier.
“We have to think of something Reagan, at least something to buy us more time.” I shook my head in agreement and we stayed in his room brainstorming for what seemed like hours. It was more than disheartening because every time one person came up with something, the other went into why it wouldn’t work. What was supposed to be a productive discussion turned into another argument and I literally don’t know how much more of this I can take today. I’m tired of shouting and I’ll be damned if I’m not tired of crying.
The last argument got more heated than the ones before it and I ended up alone on the bed while Harry paced back and forth like a caged lion. He came off as if he was pissed, but I know that he is just frustrated and upset with the situation more than he is with me.
“It’s like you want to fucking leave! I don’t even know what the point is in doing this with you anymore!”
“Harry you know I don’t want to, but we keep going in circles! None of it is logical. You can’t come with me until you’re released permanently. I can’t just stay when they revoke my visa. Where would I live? Those apartments we’re in are hospital property. As soon as they take it from me I have to be gone. H. I’m tired of talking about this today. We can start it up again tomorrow, but can we please take a break today?” I massage my temples and hope that he gets from my tone how drained I am from it all. When I feel the bed shift, I breathe a sigh of relief, but when I look at Harry I know his wheels are still turning.
“You’re too stressed.” When I look up at H. he now has a grin plastered on his face. Though I love him, I do have to learn how to better brace myself for his mood shifts.
“And you’re not?”
“I’m fine. Everything is going to be fine, because it has to be. I’m done worrying about it. When you stress over shit everything falls apart. Plus I still have to see Dr. Baker for sessions, maybe I can do something then.” I crinkle my face in confusion, but at the same time I can somewhat understand what he’s saying. Not ten minutes ago he was yelling at me about how I wasn’t putting in enough effort.
“Besides, right now you’re stressed out enough for the both of us. Come here glasses.” Harry grabs me and starts to tickle my sides causing me to laugh. Somehow he ends up on top of me straddling me. The laughing stops when he moves a piece of hair from my face and kisses me. When he does every problem seems to melt away as I get lost in him. Harry scoots me up the bed and rests my head on a pillow while he unbuttons my top and kisses my neck at the same time.
“We shouldn’t do this now. What if your mom or sister comes home?”
“Then you’ll just have to try to be quiet won’t you?” I put my hand on top of Harry’s to stop him from unbuttoning my blouse further knowing that every time I’ve ‘tried to be quiet’ I failed miserably.
“Just let me relieve the stress. It’s the one thing I’m sure I can help with right now. Please let me do this?” Harry kisses the corner of my mouth, then my lips, and each of my cheeks and even though I want to protest again, I know that he needs this to calm his nerves as much as I do whether he admits it or not and if this is what helps him, why would I make him stop?
I move my hand and nod my head slowly allowing him to remove my shirt and the rest of my clothing as I remove his. Harry hovers over me with either of his arms on each side of my head and kisses me while he reaches one of his hands under his pillow. When it reemerges his hand is fisted around a gold foil packet and when I break our kiss I look up at him amused.
“What? What did I do?”
“Under your pillow? What is this, a gift from the condom fairy?” Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up love. It’s easier than going to my drawer and getting one.” My heart palpitates in my chest when he calls me love and I like it more than when he calls me glasses. H puts the condom on and then returns to his position over me. I can feel his erection press at my opening, but he doesn’t go in. Why does he always have to tease me? Why does it always make me desire him more? H. shifts his weight from his hands to his elbows and the close contact mixed with his added weight makes my arousal grow wildly. Harry slips a hand between us and inserts a finger causing my hips to buck even under my restricted position and a moan to leave my lips.
“You’re going to drown my sheets again and we haven’t even started.” His comments make my cheeks tint a light pink and I remember the first time we were in his bedroom. Harry grinned at me and then licked his middle finger before he put it at my mouth.
“You taste so good. So sweet. Try it.” I clamped my lips around his finger and sucked causing his pupils to dilate and the sparkling green color turn a shade darker. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and then kissed me again before he slid into me gently, inch by inch. My moan was hushed in his mouth and no matter how many times we have sex, I don’t think I will ever get used to how amazingly full I feel when he’s inside of me. Harry began to roll his hips slowly, too slowly. He buried himself in me and then removed himself completely from me and the feeling of being full and then empty is driving me up a wall. I thought this was supposed to relieve my stress? He’s simply causing me more.
“H-Harry, please stop teasing me. I need you.” I whined and tried to grab his hips and get him to quicken his pace, but he grabbed my hand and interlaced it with his. My eyes began to flutter shut as he continued his torture of the best kind speeding up his pace slightly.
“Reagan, look at me.” Harry panted between thrust and I had to force my eyes to stay open and not roll back closed. He pushed up off of his elbows onto his hands again with one of them still holding mine and the other on the right side of my head. When I made eye contact with Harry he sped up his pace again biting his lip thrusting his hips faster making my hips work to meet his every move. I could feel my insides tighten around him and obviously he did too because just as soon as I get ready to free fall over the edge, he slows his pace and pulls himself out of me enough so that I can’t. My eyes snap shut out of frustration and pure and utter pleasure and the pressure that’s right behind my belly button builds bigger. The boy knows what he’s doing.
“Harry, please let me cum! Please?!” He chuckled slightly and groaned at my request. I know he loves it when I’m vocal, but I’m already moaning too loudly. His mom and sister would surely hear us if they walked through the front door.
“I want you to soak my sheets Reagan!....Fuck! I can’t get enough of you!” Harry grunted as he sped up his pace again building more pressure and I know that if he keeps this up I won’t have a problem fulfilling his request.
“OH MY..UGHHH HARRY!” H. begins to pound into me and the noise of our bodies meeting together echoes throughout the room.
“Shit Reagan! I know! I know! Look at me!” Harry’s words are strained against his erratic breathing and when I look at him again his words make me come undone.
“
I love you. Cum for me.” He gives me permission and when I do it’s as if all the pressure that I had built up inside me is released. My whole body shakes around H. and I can’t contain my moans and repentance of his name as he continues to thrust so that I can ride out the feeling. When I start to come down from the best high of my life, I can feel Harry’s arms start to shake in our hand that is still interlocked.
“Come on H. Cum for me, let go.” I move my hips to meet his thrusts and with a few more, Harry is not far behind me. He collapses completely spent saying a string of curses mixed with my name.
When I woke up, I was under different sheets than we were lying on before. When had he managed to change his bed sheets? I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep, but I felt so comfortable after our embrace it didn’t shock me that I had. Harry was still asleep next to me snoring lightly and my eyes began to rake across the room to look for my cell phone. It was seven fifteen, and as much as I would love to stay in bed for the rest of the day with Harry I know that I can’t do it here. Not when his mom or sister could be home any minute.
“Harry, H. wake up.” When I shook him he frowned slightly then stretched before turning over onto his back and opening his eyes to look at me. He didn’t look as well rested as I felt.
“You look so tired.”
“I’m only tired from working so hard.” Harry smirked and I couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across my cheeks. When he stood from the bed, he began to put on his clothes and I did the same. As we emerged out of his room, H. pulled me into a kiss and broke it quickly when we heard keys go into a lock and the front door open. Harry rubbed his face with one of his hands before going downstairs and grabbing his medicine bottle out of the cabinet, popping one of the pills and swallowing it without getting anything to drink it down. Even though I know he’s trying to keep up face for me, I know now for sure that he’s still upset.
“Harry can you come help me and your sister with the groceries? Oh hi Reagan! How are you?” She smiles at me warmly and I tell her that I’m fine, but I feel awkward. How do I explain to her that I’m not really shadowing her son anymore? Harry comes in the house laughing with Gemma as he puts the groceries down and Gemma greets me much like her mom before Anne scolds Harry.
“Harry another love bite? It’s not healthy for you to be doing that yet sweetheart. I’m sure of it.” I turn my head away not wanting them to see the fire that’s in my cheeks. I don’t even remember giving him one.
“Mum it’s completely healthy. It’s fine. Sex is normal, and you know I’m not a virgin. It was bound to happen again and it will happen again in the near future I believe.” Harry looks at me quickly then back at his mom before she notices the gesture. I blush harder at how freely Harry talks about it with his mom and I remember mine. She tried to talk to me to see if I was having sex once and could not bring myself to even look her in the eyes to say no, and I really wasn’t then.
“Harry! Let’s not have this discussion in front of Reagan she doesn’t want to hear this.” Anne yells at H. and he laughs along with Gemma.
“You brought it up. Reagan is fine. She knows what shagging is don’t you Reagan?” Harry looks at me and I can see the devilish glint in his eyes. I don’t know what to say and thankfully Anne responds before I say anything.
“Oh Harold enough! Reagan is it safe for him to be doing this yet?”
“Mum I’m bipolar not a nymphomaniac. It’s fine if I have sex! And just because I got bit a little doesn’t mean that that’s what happened anyway. I was just fooling around with this girl and-”
“Harry I don’t want details! I just want you to be careful!”
“I don’t plan on not being careful. I like kids but I don’t want to be a dad at twenty.” Harry’s mom rubbed her temples causing him to laugh before he kissed her cheek.”
“I won’t be home tonight. I was just about to drop Reagan at her place then I’m going to a party with the lads, I’ll text you and let you now I’m okay, plus I still have to call Paul. I’ll be fine.” Harry grabbed his keys off the counter and headed towards the door. I waved bye to his mom and Gemma but as soon as he turned to lock the door, I turned to him for an explanation.
“What party?”
“There’s not one, I’m going to your place. I’m still tired.” I smiled at the thought of him being back at home with me and waking up next to him again even if I only have six days left of it.
*Peyton’s POV*
When I left the hospital and I saw Reagan crying I know my plan is working just the way I want it to. I didn’t know it would go this far, but she left me no real choice. She started to ignore me and I tried countless times to get her to call me back so we could just talk. I thought that when I told her that I loved her it would work, but she kept going behind my back, she keeps going to him. The only way to make it stop was to get her fired. I still like Reagan despite her indiscretions, and I know that she will come to her senses eventually. She has no future with him and the sooner I can get her to see that, the better off we will be.
I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good
8/18/18