The Sextet

When my eyes jet open and I realized who was laying next to me, I almost explode.
"Very fucking funny!" I say aloud, which makes Harry dart up next to me sleepily.

"What's hap'nin?" He says sleepily.
"We had sex, that's what," I growl.

"Mm. Good."
Extremely creepy.. what in the hell did he just say?!
He closes his eyes are continues sleeping.

"Harry!" I scowl, shaking him awake.
"Jesus! Harry!"

He grabs my hips and hoists me on top of him, almost meeting our lips, grinning like a jerk, showing all his teeth, and both dimples are visible.

My cheeks turn as red as roses and I stare down at his green eyes.
"Don't lie. You liked it."

"Shut up!" I scowl. It just makes him grin even wider.
"You little - " I start, but he pulls me down and kisses me.

My lips seem to immediately stick to his, the familiar sensation of fireworks and sparks bursting inside of that dark place where my heart is supposed to be.

When we unattach, the only thing I feel is his alcohol-scented breath on my lips.
"Don't lie." His voice is barely audible.

"You liked it. Yes or no?"
Here's my chance.
The mental battle I'm having seems to go on for a decade. When my brown eyes finally slam open, he looks up at me expectantly.

"No." My voice is barely audible, too.
The second the words leave my lips, I instantly regret them.

His face goes pale.
"No?"
His voice cracks sadly.

I look at my hands.
"H - harry, I - " I start to apologize.

"Bitch."
My hands shake as he utters the words and pushes me off.
No doubt he wasn't expecting that.

Damn!
I'm such a fucking idiot!
I just lost him!

"H-Harry - " I stammer, but he's out the door.
I sink back the bed.
Marilyn the genius.

The sparks and fireworks that I felt a moment earlier have left, leaving me broken and heartless.
No.

One little word made me loose my true love.

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