Ending the call with Adam, I then glance around the hotel room. It's actually not that bad of a room, and well since Harry and I will be stuck in here until the storm decides to tame down, I might as well get over the fact that he used me as his girlfriend last night. In fact, I believe we're even since I did wreck his car and bitched at him for something he didn't do.

I wait for my hair to air dry by itself and decide to fix up the mess we sort of made already in the room.

Harry takes about almost twenty minutes, I think, to get back to the room. He carries a plastic bag, full of things.

As he comes in, he studies around the room.

"You cleaned up?" He frowns, then looks into my eyes.

"Yeah...it's just that if we're gonna be in here for a while, I won't be really comfortable if it's all messy." Which is nothing but the truth. I have a problem with messy places, especially if they're small.

"Clean freak." This time I frown.

"I'm not!" I cross my arms over my chest, because he honestly just offended me.

Harry looks down as he takes snack boxes out of the plastic bag, but stops and eyes me once I defend myself. A smirk starts tugging onto his lips.

"Okay, if you say so." He raises an eyebrow at me, before turning his attention back to placing snack boxes, bags of chips, drinks, and even an ice cream casserole down on the round, small table in the room.

My face brights up, and I quickly make my way towards the small table and pick up the ice cream.

"How on Earth did you find this huge bowl of ice cream in this hotel? Or rather, who sold or gave you this?" I think he can clearly see my amusement about ice cream.

"A very nice lady in the cafeteria, because I kept asking her to give me some of her best snacks." A big smile grows on me. It feels like it's been a while since I've truly smiled from the heart.

"Did she look like she's in her mid forties and wears a hotel uniform, and had her black hair styled in a ponytail?" I ask him, because I feel like we've both acquainted with the same nice lady. I also try my best to explain the sweet, sweet lady.

"Yes, did you see her too?" Harry asks, as he takes the ice cream bowl out of my hands without even asking for it. But I notice he places it inside the small, black fridge.

"Yeah, she gave me painkillers! And thanks to her, I'm not suffering of any hangover headaches." I chuckle softly.

"That's very nice of her." He says, as he then pulls out the last things inside the plastic bag.

It's a small stack of a few DVD movies. I patiently stand by to see if he exhibits the movies he's picked to me. But instead, he just stretches them out for me to take them.

"You can pick whichever, I like them all anyways." I nod while staring at the movies that are currently being held by his large hand. I then pull them out of his hand, with both of mine and take a seat at the edge of the bed.

The movie at the very top happens to be Fifty Shades Of Grey. I literally then laugh out loud, then tilt my head up to watch Harry, which he's already staring back at me, clearly confused.

"We are definitely not watching this one." I bring the DVD box up in the air.

"Why not?" Harry's brows furrow.

"Because even though the story is somewhat intriguing, the movie includes really explicit details." I state, having to look away from his now intense gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with seeing a really kinky movie with me Emma." I already feel slightly embarrassed. Does he really think I'd be able to watch this whole movie with him?

"I didn't even watch this movie with Adam, Harry." Which is the truth.

"Pshh, I watched this movie with a room full of people." I look back up at him, my eyes widening.

"Yes, I went to the movie theaters." My mouth opens as I want to say oh, but don't say anything.

"Next one." I set the movie beside my leg, and watch the next title.

Ride Along 2.

"Kevin Hart is always great to have a laugh." I smile and set the movie on top of the other.

"He is." Harry agrees, as I start to check out the third movie.

Which happens to be The Boy.

"I haven't yet seen this scary thriller." I point out and set the movie down on top of the other.

"You're missing out." Harry then moves over, and takes a seat besides me.

"We'll see." Repeating the process of placing the movie on top of the other, I check out the fourth movie on the almost ending stack.

It happens to be Suicide Squad.

"Okay, I agree with this one." I hand him over this one.

Then checking out the last one, I see it's Deadpool.

"Best movie, no lie." I laugh, just by remembering Deadpool.

"Which one do we start off with then?" Harry asks, pointing at the stack and at the one I handed him.

"Mmmm....let's start...let's start with Suicide Squad." I say after giving them all one last small check.

I'm definitely not going to watch Fifty Shades Of Grey with him, so he better get his hopes down on us seeing that movie together.

"Okay, get comfortable then." Harry stands up with the movie I picked in hand. He takes the rest from beside me, and places them on the table.

Leaning my body against the wall, I stretch out my legs on the bed. Harry inserts the movie CD inside the DVD. His hands open a drawer and he pulls out a control.

He plops his large frame beside me, keeping a few inches of distance between us, which makes it better for me.

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We manage to get through four movies by the time the sun is dawning on us once again. The storm still lively roaring outside, not planning on calming down anytime soon. By when the credits begin rolling down to Deadpool, I begin to grow anxious. Harry is no doubt wanting to play Fifty Shades Of Grey.

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and eating all the snacks. By three in the afternoon, we ordered food. I felt like throwing up because I was so full when Deadpool started, but my stomach was now feeling okay.

I am honestly having a good time with Harry and it's not as awkward to be with his as I thought it would, but now as I watched him take confident strides towards the movie, I felt embarrassed. Call me weird or whatever you'd like, but if I don't see this movie with my own husband, what could possibly make Harry so sure that I would watch this movie with him?

"Harry wait, we should go check out the inside of the hotel." I tried convincing him to do something else instead. I stood up to walk towards him, so maybe that would convince him further to join me.

"Why are you so nervous about seeing this movie? I've seen pussy, you've seen dick..this isn't new. Well just the whole dominating part." I was blushing madly by now. He just couldn't be anymore blunt.

"I...I just don't feel comfortable watching something so sexual with you." Which was nothing but the truth.

"Well...if you don't want to watch it, wanna try it?" He smirked over at me.

"Harry." My heart started pounding hard in my chest. I tried to waver my voice to sound stern.

"Emma." But something inside me started to fool me. I watched carefully as my name rolled off of his beautiful, perfect sized lips.

"Stop." I took a step back, trying to tame down this awoke feeling that started to bother.

"You know, I'm not that bad at it." His large hands placed down the movie back on the small table.

I didn't know what to say. I was left speechless. My heart racing inside of my chest, and my mind was lost, not being able to focus on anything. It was like sudden adrenaline crashing into me.

Harry having all of this courage and also cockiness, closed the space I had created between us. Once of his arms snaked around my body, gripping me much closer to him. Our lips maybe a centimeter apart, almost touching. I looked into his eyes, breath caught in my throat. He had such beautiful mesmerizing eyes. His face was so well structured, it was hard to believe he could actually be this good looking.

"You want this just as bad as I do Emma." I felt as his hot breath hit my face.

I wasn't going to lie to myself, because deep down I knew I did want this, but it was very wrong, so I had to stop this.

"It's wrong Harry." I managed to say to him.

"Shh, don't think about all that stuff. We'll face the consequences later on, together." I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to let that sink in...but it just wouldn't.

A bigger part of me, knew it would only be temporary pleasure, and a lifetime of regret.

"I can't." Opening my eyes, I managed to decline as I looked into his eyes.

I pulled his hand away from my waist, took a few steps away from him, and spoke again.

"Nothing can ever happen between you and I Harry." I was honestly upset to say this, but I had to...before this became anything worse.

"But things have happened." I heard some sort of hurt laced in his voice.

"Yes, they have...but they need to stop." Water menaced into my eyes, but I kept tears back as hard as I could.

"I like you Emma, a lot. I honestly don't really know you very well. I do understand that you're Adam's wife...but how I feel for you, is something I haven't ever felt for anyone else." He sounded sincere, but I couldn't let this get any further than it already had.

"Can I admit something to you Harry?" I took a seat at the edge of the bed. Harry suddenly looked hopeful. A tear rolled down my cheek as I knew that what I would confess to him, would probably just push him out of my life, but that is what I honestly needed to do.

"Yes, anything." He took a seat in front of me.

"You, guys like you...are the reason why I married an older man." Harry's expression were hard to read. I didn't know what he was thinking, or if he even cared about what I said.

"Oh." He finally spoke, well more like breathed out after a minute. He stood up off of the bed, and walked towards the door.

I wanted to ask where he was going, or if he was okay, but decided against it. He left the room, and once I was alone, I cried.

I didn't feel bad for what I had admitted, but I just felt like now, he would hate me. I know that what I said had obviously had an effect on him. I didn't know in which way, but it had.

The storm roared outside, the wind making funny noises through those unnoticed cracked edges of a window or door.

While there was a huge storm going on outside, another one had grown inside of me. I knew that I liked Harry. He had admitted to liking me. But there was Adam, and my marriage, and our life ahead. The promise I had vowed to with him.

I wouldn't be able to throw all of that away. At least I tried to convince myself.

Hi Princes and Princesses!

My beauties, I am truly sorry that I took this long to update. I'm going to be honest with you guys, I don't have ANY motivation at all for this chapter, maybe because it's so sad! :(

BUT, it's a rollercoaster ride!

What goes up, must come down, and what goes down, must come up.

So you just wait beauties!

I love you guys,

Lupita.