All Chapters of Loving my boyfriend's best friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Harry's POVBefore the newsI left the hospital, trying as much to conceal my tears but what I felt was immeasurable. She rejected me. No one has ever done that to me. I felt like a lost soul as I walked back into my car. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where to go at the moment. The thought of getting wasted for the night came to mind. No matter what she said I wouldn't let go. Not now, never.I got wasted at the club, taking several shots. Girls taking pictures of me, some flirting with me revealing their cleavage and some inviting me to their widened entrance but I wanted none. All I want is Elena.I look around in a drunk state. I sighted the guy that made all these happen between Elena and I. Damien. He was taking a video. I couldn't hear what he was saying but he looked excited. I could feel he was up to no good. My phone beeped, distracting me from listening to what the ass hole was saying to his friends.I looked at my phone with wi

Harry's POVMY PHONE RINGS out loudly at the airport and I'm so frustrated by the strong gaze of an old woman standing next to in line with me. It rings repeatedly and I'm given a look to exit! Why the hell was she bothering me? I succumbed to her calls and finally answer with complete exasperation.I let out a sigh, speaking. "What is it, Elena? I've told you a countless number of times to stop bothering me with your calls..please..just.." I was cut off by an unfamiliar voice, making me so worried. The sound of my heartbeat accelerates. "Sorry...the patient is in the emergency unit right now." She spoke with an unfamiliar accent, supposedly African. "Emergency unit?! What are you saying?" My heart tightens and I'm not sure if there's any more chance to breathe at the thought of something bad happening to the one girl I crazily love. "She had a car accident along Northway and seeing you

Harry's POVI drove while Elena and Shawn were in the back seat. I keep on peeping through the front mirror to see what was going on without my knowledge. True, I need to learn on trusting Elena but this is going to be very difficult cause I hate to share. She's mine alone. My face hardens, seeing him kiss her on her forehead. I could tell he wants to have her anytime soon. She's wrapped around him and it makes me uncomfortable. Why am I getting this jealous? Elena looks at me, giving me assurance. That was all I need. Almost at Shawn's place, we could see the Paparazzi waiting for our arrival. It's like we've been watched. Elena groans in frustration. "Can't they just leave us in peace? I haven't had breakfast, not even lunch. There's no strength for a speech." "You need to get used to this. You're now the center of attraction, Miss Ryder." I smirk, devilish thoughts playing in my mind. I got

Elena's povI stood with him agape, thinking of what to say. Shawn pulled it off, Harry. I mean, we were about to have sex. No, no, no. That will set him off the edge and he would lose interest in touching me. Why now? I groan inside of me. I don't want to lie to him. Besides, Shawn and I never had a moment. "Will you speak m'lady?" Harry looks more excited than I was now. "I.. was getting prepared just as you wanted. No panties in the way." I joked, hoping he believed. "Oh really." He sounds amused. He tucked my hair to my ear, wanting to kiss me down my neck when his brow creases, letting out a tone of anger. "WHAT IS THIS?" "What?" I looked perplexed. What could set him off quickly? "Why do you have a hickey on your neck?" Harry looks at me in anger. "Harry...it's not." I tried speaking but I didn't have the courage to tell him.

Shawn's povI got out of bed to clear my head. Anna was still asleep. I can't still believe I made out with her. I ordered a bottle of wine and it was brought immediately. I drank my worries away. Why do I just feel something is wrong? Elena has been behaving weirdly lately. She's been hiding things from me and denying me my rights. She hardly lets me touch her. Is she seeing someone else? "Your enemy is closer than you think," Anna spoke, which made me turn to her. "What do you mean?" I was confused. "Harry." "Harry isn't my enemy. He's my best friend." She rolls her eyes and stepped out of bed. Her hands were on my arms. She gave me a quick massage. "Best friend?" She laughs a little and continues. "Harry was never your best friend." I don't know what she's getting at but I just let her speak without arguing.