*Reagan’s POV*

The ride home seemed to go by quicker than the time that it took to get to the airport. I hardly noticed the scenery change as the highway and the busy streets of LA turned into the quiet of the more suburban area even while I was looking out of the window. Although the ride remained uneventful and the small talk was soon drowned out by the sound of Channel’s radio, I was still highly entertained. Astounded by all things Harry as his chest rose and fell steadily. He had finally drifted off to sleep after countless numbers of head bobs, and slowly closing eyelids that snapped open anytime he realized that he was sleeping. His eyelashes fanned delicately across the top of his cheeks as he continued to take peaceful breaths with his fingers still intertwined with mine.I gently pushed his head back against the seat so that he wouldn’t have any pain in his neck from allowing it to limply hang over his chest. The change in position caused him to open his eyes again almost frantically as the hand that held mine tightened around my fingers. Harry looked out of the window before his eyes quickly found me. It was only then that his grasp loosened.

“Hi, sleepy.”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“You were snoring.”

“I was resting my eyes. Don’t argue with me.” Harry’s groggy voice rasped out through his chest as he began to stretch with a cheeky grin on his face.

“You looked kind of startled there for a minute.”

Harry nodded his head slowly before looking back out the window. Something is up, but I won’t dare break the moment now to ask him. He began to trace tiny circles into my hand as we pulled into my driveway and all the while goosebumps rose on my skin, reacting immediately to his touch. My stomach felt taut and though I was familiar with the feeling, I couldn’t distinguish this time if it was some kind of pregnancy pull or my body telling me to jump Harry as soon as we got in the house. The idea that it could be either of those things was frightful, but if it had to be one of the two, I’m hoping for it to be my body's call.

Channel glanced over at me as we entered the house. She was still up in arms about Harry staying here with me and though my nerve started to kick in, the fuzzy feeling that I have about H. being in LA overpowers it. I know that I have a lot to talk about with him and it seems as we always have a lot to discuss, but for right now I want nothing to do with the drama that continues to rip through us like a whirlwind of destruction.

H.’s curious eyes widened as I led him through the kitchen and upstairs to my room. Channel stayed downstairs, grabbing herself a glass of water and giving us a few moments to ourselves. Taking his bag from him, I placed it on the floor by my bed before I took a seat on it, beckoning Harry to come by my side and do the same. As he sat down, another lazy slow smirk appeared on his face while he picked at a stray string in my comforter. His eyes slowly met mine before they dropped back down to the bed and though to anyone else this would seem like a cute shy act, I know that filthy things were going through his mind at the moment.

“Your room is nice. Its bigger than mine.” Harry spoke as his eyes wandered around the room. “It looks different from what I saw.”

“You’ve never seen my room.” I grinned at him with an eyebrow raised somewhat confused.

“I have though, glasses. I did that day that we were on face time and you had to do your...assignment.”

My cheeks reddened feverishly giving away my disposition and egging Harry on more.

“I think these are the same sheets as well.”

“Harold, shh!”

“What have I said about you calling me Harold?” Harry wrapped his arm around me back pulling me into his lap as he grinned up at my now higher position over him. I bit my lower lip as my eyes once again landed on Harry’s mouth and the smirk that was still there. It was almost like my body was in overdrive, wanting to caress and touch every inch of him while my mind and focused side gave a over a thousand reasons as to why this wasn’t a good idea.

One of many being that Channel was still here.

“Rea, can you come here a sec?”

The minute I thought of her she broke the trance that Harry was putting me under. Our eye contact broke and I could see him roll his eyes before he fell backwards on the bed. I rose from Harry’s lap after bending down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. I know I still shouldn’t feel this way, but I feel somewhat relieved for Channel’s distraction. She waited for me at the bottom of my stairs, twisting a curly strand of hair around her finger before looking at me flatly and speaking in the same tired tone.

“Are you sure it’s going to be alright if he stays here with you? You really don’t think your parents would flip? Especially your mom?”

“She wouldn’t say anything about her suspicions in front of Harry. She doesn’t know anything for sure. I haven’t told her yet.”

“You don’t know anything for sure either.” Channel says raising an eyebrow. I roll my eyes at her optimism. She acts as if she wasn’t there to see the positive blue lines on the tests.

“If anything happens the two of you can stay at the apartment with me in your old room. Don’t wait too long to tell him Rea-Tard. It will only cause a bigger cluster fuck for yourself. And since I helped to get him here and you owe me like you said, promise me something?”

I nodded my head at her before looking back up towards the stairs to make sure that Harry was still in my room. The last thing I needed was him to find out about everything on accident.

“Tell him soon and go to the doctors and find out for sure.”

“Channel–”

“Reagan! For sure! Please? You’re going to have to end up going to one anyway if you are.”

I could hear footsteps at the top of the stairs before I quickly nodded my head in agreement with Channel’s terms.

“I’m gonna go. I’m tired. I haven’t been to sleep since yesterday.” I dropped my head nodding at her while feeling guilty about being the reason for Channel’s lack of rest. It’s crazy to think that less than twenty-four hours ago my world felt like it was coming to a halt. Channel grabbed her keys before mouthing the words ‘tell him’ to me before she left.

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*Harry’s POV*

Reagan turned around slowly before smiling at me and I swear I’ve seen it more in the past two hours than I have in the past couple of weeks. To know that I’m the reason behind her light mood makes it all the more satisfying to see it on her beautiful delicate features that I’ve missed having in front of me. When she reached the top of the stairs my arms automatically wrapped around her. The urge to touch every inch of her with my fingertips and lips to make sure that we’re both in the same space is strong, but by the way that she tenses momentarily I can tell that she’s still not in the right mindset for sex. Its frustrating. Its been at least month since I’ve felt her that way, but for right now being here is enough.

Reagan nuzzled her face into my neck giving it a small kiss that went through me like electricity. She caught me completely off guard when I felt it again and again until she got to my lips, leading me backwards towards her bedroom. When the back of my legs hit her bed she toppled on top of me. Her tongue met sweetly with mine in a slow mind blowing kiss as she straddled my waist to get in a position that was more comfortable for her. I couldn’t stop the moan that came out of my mouth as my hands began to roam greedily from her back to her ass, and then to her sides where my fingers gripped onto her squeezing gently as they went up her shirt.

Reagan jumped and then pulled back a little causing me to lower my hands back down to her legs quickly.

“Sorry.” I mumbled against her lips biting them softly.

“It’s s’okay.”

My hands went to either side of her face, bringing her back towards me wanting to feel her pressure. Reagan moaned as my tongue tickled the roof of her mouth and the sound alone could have made me lose all composure and come in my pants. I made myself pull back even though my cock strained against my jeans, practically begging for any type of attention from her. I kissed the tip of her nose before lying my head back down against her bed tracing her jaw with my fingers. Reagan went from straddling me to sitting down fully on my lap causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head and yet another involuntary pleasurable groaning noise to leave my lips.

“Oh God. I’m sorry.” Reagan blushed, feeling how hard I was against her before she lifted up slightly.

“It’s fine, just scoot down a little lower, love.”

When Reagan moved to sit down on my legs instead of my groin, her eyes traveled down from my face to the bulge that yearned for her touch. I’m not sure if she realized that she licked her lips before her beautiful hazel eyes met back with mine, but I did.

“Um what do you want to do? My parents will probably be off work in bit so we can stay here until they’re back or I could show you around. Its only seven so its still kinda early, but if you wanted to I guess you could go to sleep if you’re tired.”

A small grin came to my lips. There are several things that I want to do but none of it involves leaving the bed.

“We can stay here and you can show me around tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Reagan lied beside me on her bed winding her legs around mine. Her eyes searched mine intently and I could tell that she had something on her mind that she needed to get out.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

Her fingers ran through my hair for the tenth time today before she answered my question. It could easily be labeled as one of the best feelings in the world for me.

“A lot of things…” Reagan trailed off still looking at me but completely lost in her own head.

“A lot of things like?” I pushed my head into her hand when her fingers stopped moving causing her to snicker at me and trace her fingers through my hair again.

“You being here, the trial, my parents...me.”

“Me being here is a good thing. Right?” I could feel a small internal panic build. Maybe I needed to be away longer. Maybe all of her ties to London needed to be extinguished in order for her to get better. The last thing I want is for her to falter in her progress to getting better. When I was in Maudsley I wasn’t allowed to see anyone for the first month after I had been admitted.

“I’m so happy that you’re here…”

“But?”

“But, I can’t help but wonder how?”

My jaw clenched at the thought of how it was that I was able to come here and Reagan quickly tried to retrace her words, thinking that she was the one to upset me.

“I didn’t mean how did you get let go. I knew that you would be and I’m overjoyed that they didn’t do anything stupid and let you go. What I meant was–”

“I know what you meant, glasses,” I grinned at her hoping to relax her a bit. “I bought a ticket as soon as I found out the verdict and then I sent a text to Channel. I made her promise not to tell you. Soz.” I stuck my tongue out at Reagan making her laugh before she continued.

“What was the verdict. I know you don’t want to talk about it but I need to know.” Her eyes grew desperate for an answer, but I only have the heart to tell her half of it.

“He’s going to jail. He got a five year sentence, even though I don’t feel like thats long enough, but he’s gone. I got a minor assault slap and I have to do community service. It’ll be on my record for ever and I probably won’t be able to work anywhere else besides Tommo’s for the rest of my life, but thats all you need to know.”

Her eyes searched mine again before she frowned slightly.
“H. I can tell that you’re–”

“Reagan! Thats all you need to know, love. Please? Please, don’t ask anymore?”

Reagan nodded and I could feel my teeth start to grind together. I won’t tell her what else I know. It would only one hundred steps backwards. I wouldn’t dare tell her that bastard took pictures of her, of them together without her knowing because she was too strung out on the drugs he’d pumped her full of for her to notice or care. The thought of it literally made me physically ill. I didn’t see the pictures myself, but Cal telling me about it was enough to make me sick. The photos are what incriminated him undeniably, allowing the mercy of the judge to fall on me and my actions toward Peyton. I almost had to be placed in a holding cell when Cal told me what the pictures Dr. Koch handed him were of and thinking about it now makes me just as angry, just as hurt as it did when it was revealed to me. In order for this visit to go by well for the both of us, some things are better left unsaid.

I relaxed my jaw before speaking again, quickly wanting to change the subject and go back to a lighter mood. Maybe more kissing? I raised my eyebrows and placed my hand on her side pulling her closer to me. Her leg that was slung over my hip wrapped tightly around my back, another sign of progression and another reason I could feel my dick harden again slightly.

“What else are you thinking about? I’m generally good with parents so you have nothing to worry about there. Especially mums, they think I’m cute and charming.” Reagan scoffed and laughed before she tilted her head back, giving me access to the soft skin on her neck. “ So whats going on with you?”

“Hmm?” Reagan hummed as I began to place barely there kisses down the nape of her neck and playfully nip at her shoulder before pulling back to see her reaction and to allow her to answer me without a distraction.

“You said you were thinking about some things concerning you. What were you thinking about?”

Reagan slowly opened her eyes taking her bottom lip in between her teeth mulling over her words, choosing each one carefully before she spoke.

“I’m–”

“Reagan? Are you home?”

A female voice rang through the house cutting Reagan off mid sentence. She closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again before she grabbed my hand from her side, pulling me to stand up off of the bed with her.

Notes

Hi loves!!! I'm so sorry for not updating in a while but I've been so busy. First off! Thank you guys so much for the positive feedback on the revamp of ITP. It definitely helped me decide if it would be a waist of time or not. So I have this chapter for you all because Its been a week and I love you all. How are you all and what did you think of the chapter? Peyton is a sick bastard right? I'm anxious for the comments on this one because I had writers block for so long so please leave me tons? And it seems like there's some sexual tension going on between Harry and Reagan already and he just got back. I wonder if that will escalate at all during his visit ;} ?... How do you think Reagan's mom will respond to Harry being there and do you agree that some things a better left unsaid? I LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING!!~Xx

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