Rejected

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six

I probably looked like a mad man waking up, rolling over to face her. I couldn't help the grin erupting on my face as I stared down at her naked body, lips parted to take in slow breaths of air as she slept.

She looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

I internally groaned as she rolled closer to me, our bare chests pressing flush together. Her arm flopped across my stomach, head resting on my chest as she subconsciously moved closer to me in her sleep.

Morning wood went to a complete other level, the hardness pressing against my thigh. I forced myself to look away from her, feeling like it was inappropriate to ogle her while she was asleep and knowing she more than likely wouldn't like it. Deciding I better get up instead and take care of myself in the shower, I gently shifted her off of me, lifting her head to place on one of the mess of pillows and leaving a small kiss to her temple.

I carefully slid out of the bed, pulling my boxers on and watching her closely as I backed out of the room. Once I had made it out quietly I closed the door, walking down the long hall way and into the bathroom.

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Zoey's POV

I awoke with a yawn, my eyes glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was 10am, I hadn't slept in that long.

I stretched out my legs in the sheets, expecting to feel Harry's legs behind me but all I felt was the coolness of the mattress. When I turned to look behind me he wasn't there, only a heap of pillows and bunched up sheets left behind.

When I sit up I don't feel right. I tuck the sheet around my chest, frowning as I tried to focus on why I felt so.... Odd right now.

I shouldn't feel weird, Harry and I made love last night and I wouldn't regret it no matter what. The night was perfect, magical even, and I was glad that we were on the same page together.

Gosh, just thinking about the way he touched me, the movement of his hips rocking into mine as he held himself above me had me overwhelmed.

Then it hits me, like my face is smashing into a brick wall. All the breath is knocked out of my body, like I just received a viscous punch in the pit of my stomach.

I feel sick, nauseated as I realize suddenly why I felt so weird.

A condom.

We forgot a condom.

I jump out of the bed, frantically yanking on sweatpants. I grab a t-shirt and then a heavy sweater, yanking my hair into a pony tail as I run out of the room. I can't breathe hardly at all at this point, in fact I can't even hardly see straight as I run down the hall, going straight towards the noise of running water.

The moment I get to the door the water shuts off, and I don't bother knocking. I throw the door open, my eyes immediately meeting Harry's. He stares at me worriedly, not even blinking, still standing in the shower with a towel wrapped lowly on his hips. His tanned inked skin is glistening with droplets of water and I shake my head, regaining myself quickly as the panic begins to take over.

"Harry," My voice cracks and I run a hand over my face, pinching the bridge of my nose.

God, how could I have been so fucking stupid?!

"Zoey, what's the matter?" He walks over to me, leaving wet footprints across the floor.

I lean my weight against the door frame, feeling faint.

"Harry, we didn't. Oh my god,"

He looks even more confused, large hands taking ahold of my shoulders.