Devoted To Sex

•Harry•
A few moments after Zoey and I had done what we done, I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. I just had shagged with my best friend. Oh my god Claire is going to fucking kill me once she finds out. No. I couldn't tell Claire about this. It would ruin everything and I always promised her that I would never cheat on her. I love her to the moon and back. This can't be happening. I look over at Zoe as she lays in her side, her chest rising and falling slowly as she sleeps next to me. I couldn't deny that she was so beautiful and there was something else there besides being best friends.
I fancied her when we were younger and yeah seeing her had brought back some of the feeling but Zoe wasn't the same as she once was. My eyes slowly trail down her back stopping when I see a small tattoo along her spine. I move the thin cover down a little to get a full view of it. It was a tattoo of birds flying away and next to it written in script were the words 'Don't Be Afraid To Fly'. It was actually very beautiful but it shocked me a little to see a tattoo on her. She had always told me how she would never ever get a tattoo. But me seeing this I knew she had changed. Zoe was no longer the shy girl who focused on school, she was so much more now and God had she blossomed.
I sigh softly and kiss down her back, trailing my fingertips along her smooth tan skin. She's so beautiful. So so beautiful and she doesn't deserve half of the shit she has to put up with. I feel sorrow for her because she is such a great women. Her mum wouldn't be too proud of the choices she's made but I am sure the choices she had made are good for her. I just really wished that I could help her out and keep her happy. I would trade Claire for Zoe in a heartbeat though that seems so wrong it was the truth. My eyes widen slightly as I remember about Claire.
I have a fucking girlfriend and I just shagged my best friend.
"Awh fuck!" I say to myself and slowly climb out of the bed, pulling my boxers on shaking my head. I pull at my hair, tugging at it as I take a few deep breathes. "Shit. I fucked up bad. So so bad." I talk to myself and pull my phone from my pants pocket on the floor dialing Claire's number. I put the phone to my ear and walk into the den so I don't wake up Zoe. She needed to get some sleep and she didn't need to know about Claire. I sigh softly and bite at my lower lip as the phone rings for a full fifteen seconds. I hear fumbling on the other side of the phone before she speaks.
"Harry. It's like ten o'clock." She says into the phone and I could tell that I had woken her up from her sleep. I could hear it in her voice. I am waking her up with bad news how fucking horrible am I. I stand quietly and close my eyes letting a slow shaky breath from my mouth. "Harry...baby what's wrong?" She asks and my heart drops. I felt so fucking bad. I felt so horrible for cheating on her. She was my everything. She is my world.
"I-I am so fucking sorry.." I whispered that being the only thing that would come out of my mouth right now. I didn't want to tell what I did. I didn't know how to even start to tell her that I fucked one of my friends. This is so bad. I think to myself and shake my head.
"What are you talking about. What happened Harry? Harry... What happened?" She asks her voice sounding so needy. I had to tell her what happened between Zoey and I.
"You remember Zoe from when I was younger? The girl I told you about before?" I ask her and she goes quiet for a moment before softly saying a yeah. I take a deep breathe and proceed to tell her. "I saw her at the club that the boys and I were at after the rehearsals we had today. We wanted a quiet place to talk and..." I shake my head slowly and bite my lip before pushing myself to tell her what happened. "Things got heated... I don't even know how it happened. We were just talking and then..." I pause unable to finish my sentence.
"Did you kiss her?" She asks her voice sounding as though she were close to crying which was the last thing I wanted her to do. "Harry. Did you kiss her?" She asks again after a moment of silence.
"It was kissing, it was sex." I say and hear her sob into the phone loudly. "Claire baby... Don't cry please don't cry." I say and bite my lip harshly to keep myself from crying. "I feel so bad. I took all the trust you gave to me and I just threw it out the fucking window. It's not like it meant anything. She came onto me at the club... I was drunk and when you called last night. I was with her still you got me all hard and she took advantage of that." I say in a whisper, looking down at my shoes knowing that was a lie. I knew that I came onto her not the other way around but I know Claire would never forgive me if I told her that I wanted her more than she wanted me. "Baby, please don't cry. You'll make me cry. I'm so sorry. I love you and no one else but you..." I say and think of something to say quickly. "She was just some slut anyway."
"Harry, I know you don't mean that about her." Claire says and sniffles, exhaling deeply, small sobs could be heard from the other end. "I... No. We need a break. I know this is the only time that you've done something like this but I can't trust you enough after this." She tells me and I look up when I hear Zoe's heels clicking. My eyes widen when I see her go out the front door, slamming it shut. Fuck how much of that did she hear? I close my eyes and shake my head feeling tears run down my cheek.
I called my best friend in the entire world a slut, my girlfriend is pissed of at me and I destroyed my relationship. What else could happen to me today?

Zoe
I smirk and get in his car, starting it up, the engine roaring to life as I wait for the car to warm up. I knew it would take a few minutes, so I grab some CDs that he had in the glove compartment. I push my hair back from my face and look through the stack, putting in the Ed Sheeran CD he had. I smile, turning the music up loud, the bass pounding through the speakers. I put the car in reverse and pull out of the parking space, taking a picture of myself in the car and sending it to Harry in a text.
Me to Harry:
Next time you want to call one of your best friends a slut, make sure you have your car keys with you. Fucking rot in hell you bastard.
I smirk and push on the gas, hitting 78 mph. I was just doing this out of anger. I really didn't like people calling me a slut or a whore or anything of that nature. It made me upset and feel bad about myself.
Was I a slut because I strip for money? No I wasn't. I have to pay the rent some way some how since my dumb ass step father is too lazy to get a job and too stupid to know how to save money. All the responsibilities that I shouldn't have fell on me for no reason. I feel my phone vibrate on my lap multiple times and a sly smirk comes on my face. It's got to be Harry. I slow down the car and quickly press talk smiling.
"Hello?" I say and turn the music down biting my lip preparing myself for Harry to yell at me.
"Don't you fucking bother coming back home. You're done here. I've told you so many goddamn times to quite this shit and you are still on it. Don't come back here." My step father screams at me through the phone. He must've found my bag of weed.
"Dad, you can't kick me out. Where am I supposed to go?" I ask and pull the car over to the side of the road, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll get clean dad." I whispered.
"That's not my problem. I've tried time and time again to help you but I can't do I don't give a fuck anymore." He says and just hangs up the phone on me. I start to cry and lay my hands on the steering wheel, shaking my head. I sob and wipe my tears away shaking my head. This isn't happening to me. Why me?

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