Who Are You

Friday

The cool breeze of the Seattle morning whipped through my thin jacket as I jetted around pockets of people. It was a quarter past noon.

I was late, I hate being late.

Through the hectic past couple of days, it seemed to slip my mind that today I was meeting Carter for lunch. Due to the incidents that had occurred the past couple of days, I should've been thankful for this break. Carter was a very good friend, and it was easy to have a good time with him.

It would be much easier though if I hadn't complicated things by dancing with him at the club.

Vivid images of that night came rushing to my mind, along with the aftermath that I still had yet to clean up. Although Harry had been the one to throw the punches, I never should have used Carter to make him jealous.

It was horrible of me to potentially ruin their friendship just for my selfish curiosities.

They had made up, but one thing still lingered in my mind.

The fact that we had almost kissed terrified me. If Carter had feelings for me in that way, Harry would never allow us to be friends. Even though it is kind of possessive, I would see his point.

Letting a huff of air escape my mouth, I tried to shake the thoughts rattling my head. Convincing myself that all would go smoothly, I crossed the street to the small cafe Carter had arranged for us to meet at.
The cafe stood crammed between other various buildings, but stood out in a unique way. The vibrant red color of itself radiated warmth, the sweet smell of bread and tea drafted it's way out the door with each customer.

Suddenly feeling more calm and settled, my hand grasped the cold metal knob of the door and I strode inside a lot more confident than what I was feeling just moments ago.

I barely heard the small ding that went off from the door as a voice called out my name happily.
Carter was sitting in a corner opposite the entrance, two hot cups of tea already sat in front of him, awaiting my company.

With a small smile I made my way to him. We welcomed each other with a hug and he shivered at the cold I had brought from outside.

"Sorry I'm late Carter, you know how busy it is! It's good to see you," as I explained myself he graciously took my jacket, hanging it on the chair behind me.

Casually waving away my apology, he began to reply.

"No problem Lucy, I've missed you too. You look wonderful," his small compliment warmed my heart.

This was the Carter I knew. Feeling completely at ease, we began to sip our tea and small talk. After a few minutes a waitress came to take our orders.

Since I had never been here before, Carter ordered for me. We both got their specialty soup and croissants. A perfect way to start my Friday before my long shift at the pub.

"Would you like more tea sweetie?" The old lady who was our waitress asked me politely.

I barely realized I had drank a cup full already and generously requested another. Carter was barely half done.

"I didn't know you liked tea that much," Carter quietly chuckled to himself.

"Well, ever since I've been around Harry I've grown a better liking to it." The moment I finished speaking my phone gave a loud buzz from my pocket signaling a message.

Harry S: "Hey babe, feeling up to lunch?"

If Harry and I weren't in a relationship, why did I begin to feel guilty I hadn't told him about my lunch plans with Carter?

"It's Harry isn't it?" Carter was smirking at me,"I can tell by the blush on your cheeks." He points at my now burning red face.

"I, uh, I just need a minute." Excusing myself, I follow the fancy bathroom sign to a secluded hall.
Maybe calling Harry would be easier, then I wouldn't be texting in front of Carter, and I could explain myself better.

Slowly I began to dial Harry's number, before pressing the call button, I took a deep breath. The boring ring echoed through my ear as I waited nervously for Harry to pick up. Absentmindedly I began to draw circles on my leg with my free hand.

The voicemail of his phone picked up, this was actually better. I could just leave him a message and not have to actually speak with him!

"Hey Harry, I got your message about lunch. I'm actually having tea with um, Carter right now. I'll talk to you later."

Hanging up the phone, relief washed through me.

Now I could return to my friend and have a nice meal. Re-entering the dining area, I saw that our food was just served. Sitting down I took in the sweet aroma of our lunch.

"Everything taken care of?" Carter smiled at me. Small dimples made their way onto his face, and I noticed he was beginning to grow some scruff on his chin. It looked good.

"Yes, time to dig in!" Gleefully we munched on our food, spending the next hour sharing stories and wasting time.

Everything seemed to have flew by when I felt the vibrations of my phone through my pocket. Carter had just been telling me about the time he almost fell of a ski lift in Colorado, and I was giggling like a little girl. Pulling out my phone with a smile, I realized that I had received over ten texts and eight calls!

Suddenly worry was cast over me, scanning through my texts I read some of the messages.

Harry S: "Why the hell would you be eating with him?"

Harry S: "Are you guys dating or something?"

Harry S: "Is this why you haven't talked to me lately?"

Harry S: "Where are you? I'm coming right now."

Harry S: "I can't believe you would move right on to Carter."

What the hell! He didn't have the right to speak to me this way, or accuse me of doing anything. I just wanted to have a nice lunch with my friend! The only reason I hadn't hung out with Harry as much in the past few days was because I figure he needed some time to deal with Lance's loss.

As my temper got the best of me I hastily acted on impulse, sending him an equally rude reply.

To Harry S: "I didn't move onto him, but maybe now that you're acting like this I will."

Shoving my phone back into the pocket of my small jacket, I smiled back to Carter. In reality I had no intention of using Carter, but for the moment Harry didn't need to know that.

"Everything alright?" Carter asked me accusingly, he already knew the answer to that question.

"How do you seem to know when something is wrong with me?" I questioned my friend in curiosity.

While lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back.

"You wear your emotions Luc," I grinned at the small nickname he used, "a blind person could know when you're upset." He joked.

Leaning over the table, I playfully hit his buff arm. Both of us chuckling, our kind waitress brought us our bill. With Carter being the gentleman he is, he payed for our small fee.

While I stood up, he helped me get my jacket on. A small, but sweet gesture. He really was a sincere guy. We said our goodbyes at the door and went our separate ways.

The streets of Seattle were much less crowded than this morning. Unfamiliar faces blended with the shops I past as I ventured home.

Reminiscing about the cozy cafe I just ate at, I made a mental note to visit it again soon. I wondered what they served for breakfast, and it was only short walk from my house.

Arriving at my flat, I pulled out my keys and stepped inside. Changing into some skimpy shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, I went back to my living room. Noticing it was two, I plopped down onto my comfy couch. My shift started at five, so I would most likely watch a movie or take a nap before getting ready.

Finding nothing interesting on at the moment, I turned off the tv and pulled a blanket out to nap with.
An obnoxious loud noise arose me from my light sleep, what the hell was that? Rubbing my eyes lazily, I sat up on my couch. As I stretched my arms out and emitted a small yawn from my mouth, I realized the sound was coming from outside my door.

Still a little sleepy, I tread towards the door. Without thinking, I yanked it open, curious as to who was making such a racket.

A very, very pissed off Harry stood in front of me.

Shit, shit, shit.

For some reason I made the decision to turn off my phone after sending that last message to him. I wonder what he thought of it, obviously he wasn't pleased due to the fact he was about to explode on my doorstep.

"Harr-" I began, before being cut off by him barging past me into the entry way.

He didn't stop there, he seemed as if he was looking for something. He rampaged through my flat, me following behind him timidly.

"Where the hell is he?" Harry asked frustratedly. Now he faced me.

His green eyes were dark, holding only anger. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, making his hands turn red.

"Wh, uh, who?" I dared to ask. Of course I knew he meant Carter. I never should have sent him that dumb text. Regret now filled me from the bottom of my body to the top.

This wasn't exactly the Harry that I first met. Back then he was just a dick for no reason, but now he had something driving his anger. I was scared.

He began to corner me, until my back hit the wall in my living room. My breath hitched when he forcefully slammed his hands on both sides of the wall beside me.

Rage radiated from him.

"You know who," he snarled in a low voice.

"I-I, I was lying Harry. I only said that to piss you off." I didn't risk looking at his reaction. Keeping my head bowed.

I could sense a sudden change in his demeanor though. His arms fell from the wall, one of his hands titling my chin up, forcing me to make eye contact.

Harry leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke, "I think I need to teach you a lesson then."

My eyes bulged at his sudden mood change, lust filling his voice.

His now alert eyes raked down my figure. One of his long fingers toying with the thin strap of my top as the other slowly dragged down my cotton shorts.

"You wore these just to tease me, did you baby?" The control he held sent shivers down my spine.

Forgetting everything that has happened today, I fell under Harry's spell. My body craved his touch, I didn't know what he was going to do, but I didn't want him to stop.

Then his eyes skirted down to take in my light lace thong.

"This is going to have to go," his husky tone only turned me on more.

I could feel myself becoming more and more wet. An unfamiliar feeling.

Before another second went by, Harry tore my underwear off and had brought me over to the couch. My head sat on the armrest with Harry hovered over me. His hot breath fanning over my chest.

"Lucy, have you ever been fingered?" Harry was calmed down now, showing his caring side.

My cheeks blazing from embarrassment, I shook my head no, turning it to the side so I wouldn't have to face him.

His hand gently guided my chin, so I was staring into his loving eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed baby, I'm glad no man has ever touched you that way, I wouldn't be able to control myself."

This cleared away any worries I had. An uncontrollable want for Harry now filled me again. I wondered whether this would hurt, but I knew he would never intentionally hurt me.

"I'm going to be gentle with you Lucy, don't worry." He kissed my forehead, answering all my unspoken questions.

Slowly his fingers traced down my body, stopping at my hip. His fingers dug into my side as he positioned himself lower on my body.

Looking up to me, I saw pure lust and control once again overtaking him.

I watched Harry intently as he inserted two of his finger in his mouth sucking on them and bringing them down to my lower region. I could barely breathe now, so many emotions filling me up.

The wetness from me was almost dripping.

At last his fingers touched my soaking pussy, running up my slit in a teasing manner.

"Fuck Lucy, you're already so wet for me," he growled.

Squirming around I couldn't sit still. I wanted this so bad.

With a sly smirk Harry held me in place. "You can't be moving around if you want me to finger fuck you baby."

Holy shit. These dirty words were doing unspeakable things to me.

Harry started to rub small circles against my clit, making me let out a small gasp at the pleasure that shot through my whole body.

"Be loud for me baby, I want to hear you screaming my name by the time I'm done with you." The control and utter sexiness in his tone made me want to cum alone.

As his circles against me began to slow down, one of his long fingers began to tease my pussy.
Suddenly he pushed inside of me, slow but demanding. A loud moan fell from my lips which were parted slightly now.

His finger pumped in and out of my at a steady pace. I felt no pain only pleasure.

"Baby you're lucky this is you're first time. If you cross me again or lie to me I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk." His threat only increased my high.

The speed of his finger picked up, and his other hand went back to work on my clit. I could feel an unknown sensation building from the pit of my stomach.

"Come on baby, cum for me," Harry spoke demanding me.

He slammed his finger into me one last time before I tightened around him. My eyes screwed shut, and an unbelievable feeling washed over me.

"Harry, fuck!" I screamed as I came on his finger.

Collapsing back onto the couch Harry withdrew his finger from me, sucking on it.

"You taste so sweet Lucy," he told me.

My chest began to slow from the harsh breaths I was taking as I came down from my orgasm.

I never knew he could make me feel like that, I wondered what else he could do. Harry interrupted my thoughts, placing a small kiss on my cheek and engulfing me in a hug.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier Lucy. I know I was being a dick, but I just began to worry that maybe you were done with me. You've been so distant lately and then you are with Carter, I just got confused and acted out of jealousy. Im sorry baby." His heartfelt apology warmed me, I knew that I couldn't tolerate that behavior, but I was glad he understood that he couldn't treat me that way.

Just as I was about to respond, I realized that it was a quarter to five. Shit! I was supposed to begin my shift in ten minutes and I was sitting here half naked!

"Harry I'm so sorry but I have work at five!" I was flustered and got up trying to find my shorts.

"Fuck, go get changed, I'll give you a ride in my car." I nodded quickly in response and ran to my room.
Throwing on a black v-neck and some white skinny jeans, I tried to calm down my hair before giving up. Before locking up my house, I grasped my purse with my keys and phone.

Jogging to Harry's car we took off speeding down the road.

Four minutes until five, we should just barely make it. Taking a sigh of relief as we pulled into the parking lot a minute early, I jumped out of the car.

I began to make my way towards the entrance as Harry rolled down his window calling out to me.

"Lucy, we need to talk still!" His face held some worry.

Nodding my head I replied. "Pick me up at one, and I'll spend the night at your place." I winked at him and he smirked back. All his worry was gone.

Pleased with how my day was turning out, I merrily entered the pub.

Notes

Lol it's been awhile but here you go.

i update when I feel like it

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~Lex~