Tattered Secrets

My eyes were shut tightly and my breath was uneven as I raised my fist up towards the door and knocked on it several times. My eyes opened nippily as the door unlocked and Harry stood in the doorway with a frown on his pretty features.

A sigh knocked out of me as I watched Harry lock his muscle arms across his chest. He shoot his eyebrows up in surprise but made no movement to let me in nor to speak to me. My eyes swallowed his appearance of distraught, his arms that crossed swiftly over his chest dropped and landed on the edge of the door, hinting at me to speak.

“What are you doing here Flora?” his voice was lessened of his usual joy as he asked me a question that knocked me off my feet.

My head shook to each side slightly before replying, “I wanted to see you.”

“Go see your boyfriend,” he meekly added, no hint of ire in his voice. It hurt a lot, my heart prickled with a sensation Harry used to relieve me of. “I’m not one to make assumptions but you two looked awfully cosy and if you’re seeing him-”

“I’m not, I swear on my mother’s grave, he’s just a friend,” and with that may have sealed my mum’s death. The words didn’t mean to slip out, they were just something everyone had said and now I couldn’t retract it or it had looked like I was lying – because I was.

The corners of his lips twitched, before he took a step closer. “I don’t want drama, so please don’t lie to me.”

The only sound after that was my heart ferociously beating its way out of my chest and I pursed my lips; my eye twitching just the slightest, irresolute if Harry had picked it up.

“He’s just a friend to me,” I heedlessly continued to lie to this man and he ate it up like it was his favourite dinner and maybe he had wanted to believe me or he enjoyed being lied to but he smiled so brightly that it shook me.

Maybe, the warning signs in his head stopped blaring and maybe, just maybe, he felt he needed me like I need him. Harry dipped his head low and caught my lips with his, the residue of my lies that stuck to my pink lipstick transferred to his.

When he took a step back and I snapped out my trance I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth that was smiling with joy again and maybe, because it was my lies that were welded onto his lips, I didn’t believe the words that he breathed,

“You’re so beautiful.”

Notes

Short chapter because I'm stuck and I'm not even far enough into the story yet.

Please tell me what you think of my story so far.

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