CHAPTER 2

I woke up in the morning, letting out a loud yawn. I looked to my left but couldn't find Shawn next to me. I knew I got drunk last night and Shawn brought me to bed. Hope I didn't do anything stupid or say something crazy.

I entered into the kitchen, seeing Harry frying eggs. Just like old times. Seeing him here made it feel like the missing piece was finally back in my life.

"Shawn isn't home. Had something urgent to do. So it's just you and prince charming." Harry smiled, his eyes still on the eggs.

"I don't see a crown." I snorted, opening up the cupboard to take some cereals. "Gosh, I'm too short to take this." I murmured, trying to reach for the cereal. I didn't know my buttocks were fully visible as I tried reaching for the it. I was wearing a hoodie that covered my buttocks a little. I totally forgot Harry was now here with us. I have to start adapting to this new change.

Harry just kept on clearing his throat and it made me really upset and confused. I was even expecting him to help me out.

"What?" I asked loudly, still looking frustrated.

"Your....never mind." Harry said, diverting his eyes back to his eggs. And yet again, his eyes couldn't get off my ass.

"Fuck El, I can see your ass." He spat out. He almost looked like he was burning up. He tried to focus back to what he was doing but I was distracting him with all this.

"What?" I said feeling a lot more frustrated.

"Seriously, your ass." He said again.

I thought he was teasing me again so I had to clear my doubt by raising my hands up in the air and checking if my buttocks were actually visible.

"Oh..." I say, realizing how stupid i was.

"You're such an idiot." He chuckled, forgetting he had something doing.

"Harry!" I screamed. The eggs were completely burnt.

"Fuck!" He switched off the burner, disposing the burnt eggs.

"Who's the idiot now, prince charming?" I said, folding my arms.

WE WERE HAVING A 'welcome back party' at Shawn's house. Shawn made all the plans. Friends came and girls you never met. The party was full of vibes. I was with Shawn. He was good at whispering sweet talks into my ear but deep down, my eyes wouldn't stop staring at the girl sucking Harry's lips. It was a dying taste my body craved for as I watched them closely. This is wrong. He's my boyfriend best friend! I shouldn't even be having such thoughts! I drifted my eyes away from them kissing Shawn, hoping it will be enough to distract me but I swear, Harry was all I could think of. I looked back at them again, seeing the whore grinding her ass on his laps. I felt like pouring out my anger on that bitch but all I could do was run away from them. I was broken.

"El, where are you going?" Shawn asked confused.

"To the bathroom." I ran, crying. I didn't want to turn my back to him so he wouldn't question me. I shut myself inside the bathroom without realizing I was in Harry's room. The anger I felt inside made me forget the environment I was in.

I kept on crying like someone who lost a million dollars. My make-up was completely ruined. The door creaked open, revealing Harry who unzipped his pants, ready to pee.

Before I could even exclaim, Harry interjected.

"El, Why are you crying?!" Harry asked, forgetting his manhood was fully visible.

"That!" My mouth swung open, seeing his glory.

He looked down at what I was pointing then got the message.

"You're crying because of my penis?" Harry asked confusingly.

I shut my eyes. I didn't want temptation to take over me.

"Before we have this conversation, can you please kindly pull up your pants? And I wouldn't cry because of your penis." I said, with my eyes still shut. How could he even think I would cry because of that? I guess he had too much to drink.

"Oh, sorry El." He says, a little embarrassed.

"Is it covered now?" I asked, my palm opening slowly.

"Yes. Can you now tell me what you were doing in my bathroom and why you're also crying." He asks, with a look of worry written all over his face.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your bathroom. I was just walking...i don't know okay." I cried the more.

"Did Shawn hurt you?" Harry asked in a low tone.

"No, no." I say, wiping off my tears.

"Then what is it?" He asked, concerned.

"It's about...." Should I tell him how I've been getting super crazy about him? No, that wouldn't make any sense.

"Talk to me." Harry's hands were already on me. The way he touched made me feel like pouring all my imagination on his glorifying lips but this is totally wrong. Elena, you have a boyfriend!

"Stay away from me." I pushed him aside, running out of the bathroom to avoid any further words from Harry.

"El!" He called but I was out of the room.

"What did I do this time?" Harry murmured.

I went to hang around the corner, getting drunk with a bottle of vodka in my hands. I just want Harry out of my head. I really need to stop thinking about him before it all turns wrong. I love Shawn so much and I wouldn't ruin it now.

I didn't know when a cold hand touched and pulled me from where I stood. I was so drunk and everything was so muzzy but that scent couldn't deceive me. It was Harry.

"Harry, I told you to stay away from me. I don't want to talk to you." I said, almost tripping. The alcohol was already having it's effect on me.