
It Was Just a Night at the Bar
Chapter 6
His other hand was gently holding my hip as we were necking on my bed. His breath was hot on my left shoulder as he kissed his way up to my jawline, then to the corner of my mouth. I didn't feel like this was just another hookup. It felt different; it felt intimate. He wasn't like the other guys at the bar, he was caring and not as hungry and horny and right to the point like the other guys were.
"Do you want this?" he asked. We were both fully clothed other than our jackets that lined the chair in my bedroom. He wanted my consent before anything happened. Most gentlemanly guy I've ever been with. That's not saying much, but its saying enough.
The last thing you want to hear while I'm telling you about my sex life is my past. But to get the full affect I'll tell you. When I was younger, maybe around thirteen years old, my dad would have poker nights every weekend. His friends would bring their sons, and their sons would find me. I lost my virginity to some drunk fifteen year old on the floor in my garage. I gave partial consent, but did I like it? It wasn't my favorite, but who actually liked their first time? No one. This laid out the pathway to other guys taking me for granted and sometimes just taking me.
This "Harry" guy wasn't just another guy at the bar, he something more.
I woke up at 1:34 AM. Did I just remember more about that night? Did I want to? Yesterday morning I woke up scared and unsure of who Harry was. And now, after these weird flashbacks to last night, I just woke up feeling protected and special. Sex shouldn't do this to a girl. Sex shouldn't mean this much. But it did. And it does.
I rolled out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I stretched for a minute and then just stood there. I yawned and grabbed a Monster out of the fridge and opened it. It was an aqua rehab drink, my favorite. I drank a sip and ran my fingers through my hair. It was a bit greasy but I'd shower in the morning anyway, so what was the point of doing it at 1 in the morning?
I then heard a noise from outside my window. It sounded almost like a cat's meow. I walked over to the window and looked around. It was too dark to see anything but the twinkling lights of the city buildings. I opened up the window to hear a quiet symphony of cars honking and driving by, my favorite sounds of the city. The meow came from my left, but my apartment wasn't next to any fire escapes, just my balcony connected to my living room. I closed the window and walked over to the balcony. I walked out onto it and looked around in only my pajamas feeling the chilled air of New York hit my bare skin. The next meow came from right at my feet. There stood a Siamese cat that brushed itself on my ankles. I couldn't resist to bring in the poor little thing. Within a minute i was making the cat warm milk in the microwave.
"You got a name?" i said while petting the feline, getting a sweet meow. The cat didn't have a new on the collar, or an address, just a tag saying the he had his shots.
"I'll call you Felix." I said to the happy little cat. Like the little cartoon cat I used to watch as a kid, you know? When my life was shit? Ha. Felix the cat. Ha ha ha, the wonderful, wonderful cat. I'm awesome.
"Felix, you want to have a Law and Order: SVU marathon?" I said as I grabbed the bowl of milk from the microwave. He meowed again, making me smile. I grabbed the bowl and brought it over to the TV and set it down.
I woke up again at ten in the morning, Felix on my lap on top of the blanket I had set on me last night. It was Saturday, so I had today off. I needed to get stuff done for once.
I grabbed my phone to see if I had any notifications. Three missed calls from a number I didn't know. And two texts from the same number.
"It's Harry." the first text read.
"I'm free later, so call me back when you can." the second read.
"Should I call him?" I asked myself out loud. Felix looked up at me before snuggling his head into my stomach. I shrugged my shoulders and dialed him up.
"Harry's phone, Louis speaking." said a voice on the other line.
"Uh, hi. This is Jacey, Harry told me to call." I said sweetly.
"You sure that you've got the right Harry? You sound a bit sweet to be one of Harry's girls." he said. For some reason, those words burned my skull.
"One of them?" I said attempting to hide the hurt in my voice.
"Yeah, he's a bit of a popular guy around here." he said, a honk in the background, along with a violin. He was in 22nd street. I knew from the sound of the traffic and the usual street performer. I pass that street everyday on my way to work.
"You still there?" he asked.
"Yeah. Sorry. Just-" I thought for a moment. "tell him that I called."
"You got it, doll." he said and hung up.
I was hurt. I didn't think I'd be hurt by something like that. Was I played? No. He cared. I could tell. He cared when it happened. He cared yesterday when he came over. I wasn't just another girl. I couldn't be. Could I?
Notes
Oo la la conflict and back storyyyyy. I've been writing all night and I can't wait for the next chapter! Who likesthe idea of Felix? I like cats. Yay cats. Night babes xoxo
I love this book
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