*Next day at work*

Lola and Leo were in the back organizing some papers. I shuffled through a pile of clothes I had folded, organizing them by size. The door opened forcefully, telling me someone had walked in. I looked up to see this a man glancing around the store, looking for something specific.
The clothes that were in my hand dropped to the floor. It wasn’t Andrew and it certainly wasn’t Harry.
It was one of their no-good friends. He had fringy brown hair, and clear blue eyes. His smile would have been cute if he didn’t reek of danger.
I was afraid he was looking for me. As soon as his eyes landed on me, he smiled. Nothing creepy, just a normal smile. He walked towards me. I turned around quickly, unsure of what to do. Then I heard him clear his throat.
“Um..excuse me? Miss? You work here, don’t you?” He asked a little snappy. I turned towards him, unable to make eye contact. I nodded slightly.
“Well, would you mind pointing me to the jeans sec- Wait, a minute. Do I know you? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before.”
I shook my head back and forth ferociously.
All of a sudden his normal smile went slightly unsettling.
“Ah yes, Harry’s dream girl. He won’t stop talking about you. Rather annoying, it almost makes me want to dislike you, but that wouldn’t be fair now, would it? Well, its nice to finally meet you. The last time I saw you, you kneed some douche in the balls. You then sassed out my friend. Quite the scene you made.” He laughed to himself.
I could feel my cheeks tingle, tinged with pink.
“Were are my manners? I’m Louis.” He stuck out his hand. And like the idiot I am, I just stared at it.
“You’re supposed to grab it and shake it.” He chuckled. I shook his hand before shying my face to the floor. He seemed more respectable than Andrew and Harry. I quickly pointed his attention away from me, pointing him to the jeans sections. He bought a pair and left the store.
I shook my head at the strange encounter, when my phone went off. I looked at it to see Harry had texted me. I sighed heavily while opening it up.
‘I see you’ve met my mate Louis. Quite the chap he is. See you tonight.”
All of a sudden my heart dropped at the impending second date Harry so courteously granted me with. I rolled my eyes and began to rub my temples with my fingers. What happened to my life?
As I walked through my bedroom door, I remembered Louis’ comment. Harry’s dream girl and he won’t stop talking about you.
Harry wouldn’t stop talking about me? My hope of his short attention span was almost shattered. But I needed to hold onto a little shred, wishing that Harry would get bored of me.
I decided to wear a pair of black leggings, along with black boots, and a deep red dress that fell mid-thigh. I figured the leggings would be a suitable barrier between my crotch and Harry’s wandering fingers.
I went towards the front door, after I hard a few knocks.
“Mom! Dad! I’m going out! I’ll text you if I need anything!” I yelled before rushing out the door to avoid being bombarded with questions. I just couldn’t lie to them, it was too hard.
Harry looked me up and down.
“Wow” Was all he managed to utter.
He put his arm around my shoulder and walked me over to the car. I grimaced at his touch, he looked at me with a frown.
While in the car, he looked at me with a dirty smirk playing on his lips.
“So, you’re a virgin?”
I looked at him, my mouth practically dropping to the floor.
“How is that any of your business!? And what kind of question is that to ask on a forced second date?” I made sure to emphasis the word forced.
“So, that’s a yes....” He grinned at me.
My face turned the deepest shade of red it has ever turned, confirming what Harry said.
It embarrassed me. He had been with so many people. I never was the kind of girl to attract many guys, not cute ones at least, not that I knew of. It was surprising to me that Harry, a very attractive male (despite his horrid personality) was hooked on me, at least for now.
I hadn’t even been kissed by a guy, until Harry that is.
“You’re cute when you blush.” He grinned, this time his smile was friendly, almost charming. It wasn’t creepy at all. I found I really liked his smile.
But I didn’t like him. I couldn’t like him; not with his reputation and all the things he had done to me.
We pulled up to a restaurant in town. It was somewhat busy, something that relieved me a little.
A dark, smaller car pulled up in the lot next to us. Harry didn’t seem to take notice but I had seen this car following us to the restaurant. Harry hopped out of his car, while I was deep in thought. He ran over to the passenger side, and opened the door for me, holding out his hand.
What the heck, I’ll take it. I thought to myself.
I took his hand, and instantly I felt his warmth traveling up my arm. It was surprisingly nice. I noticed, though his was much larger than mine, our hands fit perfectly together. Harry walked me over to the restaurant, stealing a few glances at my body of course, throwing in a wink or two.
“Booth or table?” The waitress asked, shamelessly displaying her chest for Harry.
He looked away from her and fixed his eyes on me. He gave me a big smile.
“My girl and I will take a booth.”
“I’m not your girl...” I uttered under my breath. Harry glanced at me, he wasn’t smiling anymore. I felt a little guilty for what I just said. I wasn’t sure if it hurt him but it seemed a little rude of me.
We sat down at the small booth. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable; not from Harry but from someone else’s presence. I felt like I was being watched. Harry slid in right next to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Our thighs grazed, causing me to jump a little.
He looked over at me quizzically.
“What’s the farthest you’ve gone with a guy?”
“Why is that of your concern?” I sharply asked.
“You are so jumpy when I touch you, even if it’s unintentional. It’s like you’ve never been touched by a guy, at least not intimately. You’re innocent. It’s different.” His raspy voice explained.
I began to blush again.
“So what if I haven’t been touched intimately? It’s not a bad thing.” I said quietly, almost hurt.
“No, it’s not.” He said under his breath, as if he didn’t intend for me to hear it.
His green eyes gazed into mine, I felt myself being lost in the sea of green before me. He then pointed our attention towards the menu, his hand resting on my thigh. I let him place it there, but I made sure to glare at him, hoping he would notice that I was disinterested in him, and he did. I knew he did cause he frowned slightly.
“Hey, can I ask you a something?” Harry asked shyly.
“I guess, but I won’t promise I’ll answer.” I said hesitantly.
“Your friend? Did he move away? You guys were always together, but he isn’t around anymore. At least I don’t see him around.” He asked, glancing nervously up at me.
Immediately, I stood up, not wanting him to see the impending tears that were about to form in my eyes. “I need some fresh air. I’ll be right back.”
He looked at me skeptically. I placed my phone on the table to show him I wouldn’t just leave. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to put up a fight with him, otherwise, I would have devised a plan to leave.
I walked out the door, sobbing as the fresh air surrounded me. I walked around the parking lot, trying to grab a hold of my emotions. Caleb was a touchy subject. I hated talking about it, but at the same time, I knew that I needed to talk about it, not necessarily to Harry, but to someone.
As I was processing the situation, I noticed a lean figure climb out of the small black car that had captured my attention earlier.
My muscles tensed as I realized it was Andrew, making his way over to me, with a smug look on his face.

A clammy hand was placed over my mouth, as his other hand made his way to my backside, squeezing hard. I let out a muffled shriek. He ground his hips into mine furiously. I began to cry harder than I was before.

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