Rachel's POV:

When I hear the knock on the door I look through the peep hole and it doesn't surprise me to see Harry standing in front of me.

"Rachel let me in." He says through the door.

"And who's there?"

"It's Harry, Rachel." He says.

I crack the door and begin to open it.

When I pull the door open all the way Harry's standing in front of me.

"What do you want?"

He's wearing his usual black jeans and white shirt but his hair is a mess and when I look closer I see something else.

"Is that a hickey on your neck??" With wide eyes I move closer to get a better look.

He puts his hand on his neck, "it's nothing." Is all he says.

"Holy fuck Harry. Do you have another girl on the side other than me?"

"Let me in?" He ignores my observation of the neck sucker.

"What's the magic wooord?" I tease him.

"Please, not now." He says to me.

"Sheesh tough crowd."

I move over so he can walk in. He walks over to the couch and sits leaning his head back.

"So what is it today, Harry?"

I look at him because he just came into my house. And the only times he comes here is when he wants to have sex.

But the past few times he's been here he hasn't even said one word to me about wanting sex.

"Are you fucking Louis?" I blurt out. Halfway hoping he won't answer and the other half of me hoping he will.

"What?" He says to me, it comes out more as a statement rather than a question. I think he knows exactly what I was asking.

"I mean you and Louis? Are you guys like a thing?"

I make my way over to the chair next to the couch and when I sit down I take precaution.

Something about him is different. He's acting different.

Soft.

But I guess he decided to ignore that question and so do I.

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask him.

"Water, please."

When I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen to get the drinks I wonder what he's really doing here.

He's not mad at anyone. In fact now that I think about it he's actually acting pretty sad.

Harry being sad? No way.

When I go back to the living room he's staring down at a fringe on his shirt and he's picking at it.

"Here's the water."

He looks up and nods his head.

When I make my way back over to the chair I look at Harry and he's still sitting the same way he did when he got here. Finally he speaks up.

"I fucked up." He says to me.

Before I can even question what he means he's already speaking again.

"And yes it's a hickey on my neck and some girl didn't give it to me."

He pauses for a second like he's reliving the moment.

"It was Louis." He says.

Part of me wants to be shocked and make a big scene but I stay quiet because I want to give him this time to talk openly. Which is not something he does.

"When he came home tonight I was sitting on the couch and he just came up and kissed me."

He looks up at me with shock in his eyes.

"He straddled me on the couch and me and him started making out."

Oh gosh, please don't go into detail.

I guess he notices the look on my face and he quickly interrupts my thoughts.

"Don't worry I'll spare you the dirty details."

Thank the lord.

"I tried so hard to forget about the first kiss we had. I mean I had been drinking that night, you know? The only reason it happened was because I got a little too adventurous."

He looks at me like he's trying to convince me of something.

I think he's the one that needs to convincing.

"And so I did everything I could to forget about the kiss and the feelings that came with the kiss."

He continues.

"And then that little fucker ruined it when he was the one that kissed me."

When Harry's done he looks back down at his hands.

"So you're telling me that you're mad at Louis because he kissed you?" I ask him.

He looks at me but doesn't say anything.

"Well...I don't want to admit it, especially to him. But I liked the kiss."

He looks back down.

"I...I actually loved it."

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Hey everyone :) I finally updated!! As some of you know I was hoping to have already finished this fanfic, because of school starting. But sometimes things change and I'm still writing it.

I'm beginning to think of a way to end this fic (ugly crying) and so it won't be long until this one is over. :(

But hopefully I'll start another fic. Possibly Larry :)

I hope you all have a good day, don't forget to take time out of your day for relaxing time and snack time. :)

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And I hope you liked this chapter. :)

~Megan. xo