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I smiled as he pulled away, kissing my forehead, nose, cheek, and then my lips again. His lips were soft, yet eager as they pressed against mine. I hadn't felt someone's lips on mine in so long, it felt nice. It made me feel wanted and important to somebody. I chose Harry. His lips made me realize that I wanted him. I had missed feeling wanted and truly loved, and he was making me feel that way.
                          
Someone cleared their throat, startling me and causing us to pull away and look to the doorway. Liam stood there, his face showing only pain. Instantly, I felt bad. Liam told me he had feelings for me, going out of his way daily to show it. It seemed like I had used him. I felt so guilty and horrible, because I knew that my actions put that look of agony on his face. I wanted to make it go away, but I couldn't. I chose Harry, so I could no longer allow Liam to love me. I couldn't give him any more false hope. So, instead, I stared at him and waited for him to either talk or walk away.
                          
"I- I'm going to go home. Things are clearly fine here." He said, looking over us once before his eyes met mine. I could see betrayal, hurt, and sorrow in them, and immediately felt bad. I hurt him. For somebody that had previously hurt me.
                          
He quickly left, leaving the house empty besides Harry and me.
                          
"So, does that mean you forgive me?" Harry asked. I nodded quickly, and he kissed my forehead.
                          
Short, but important chapter
                          
Don't worry, this is not the end of the story! More drama to come, stick around :^))