“Fuck, I shouldn’t b—“ My words are cut off, I suck in a deep breath, feeling Kendall’s lips attacking my neck with open mouthed kisses, I lean against the wall, my body betraying me as my chin lifts up, granting her more access even as my mind screams at me to stop.

Kendall murmurs, smirking against my skin. “Y’know you missed me.”

Me and you have been dating for two years, you make me happy. We share a penthouse in London, bought a dog together and have been genuinely happy for the entirety of our relationship. Kendall Jenner, my ex girlfriend, has never left me alone. For the most part I’ve kept my distance, not allowing her or myself to ruin what I have with you. A few drunk texts have been sent here and there, but nothing more. I’ve always been powerless against her pure seduction, she’s a temptress and she knows it. Our relationship never worked out, we argued a lot but kept going back for more.

Now I’m in the middle of Niall’s house party, while you’re at home tonight, Kendall’s all over me like a rash. The alcohol has impaired my judgement, giving me this dumb excuse in my head that emotionally I feel nothing for Kendall, so a little physical touch is fine right?

Against my better judgment, my hands find Kendall’s hips, I spin us around and pin her against the wall with my body. My fingers tangle in the back of her hair, crashing my lips against hers—roughly, angrily. “Couldn’t just stay away could ya?” I gruffly murmur against her lips.

And then—

“What the fuck, Harry?” Your voice cuts through like a vice, loud and abrupt over the loud music.