“I just need to figure this out and everything will be fine.”
“But Ces —”
“If you want me to keep your secret,” Cecily hissed viciously as she tilted her head toward him, “then you’re going to keep mine.”
He jerked back like she’d hit him, his lips pursing together so tightly that they formed a thin white line in his pale face. It was clear Harry was shocked that she would throw what she’d seen between him and Zayn back at him.
She regretted the words the second they were out of her mouth. She wasn’t that person, someone who would use something so personal as a weapon to get what she wanted. It made her feel sick all over again.
Harry didn’t get mad or storm out, both things he was entitled to do after what she’d said. He simply crossed his arms and leaned against the sink beside him, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Really, Cecily? You’d blackmail me like that?”
It was like a punch to the stomach. Her face crumpled and she sniffled as she tried to keep from crying. “Harry, I’m desperate,” she whispered, all the power lost from her voice as she pleaded with him. “Please don’t tell him.”
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