II

"I'm sorry," he said, gently touching my fingers and holding them tightly.

"Have you touched him?" I asked without looking at the girl's face.

I know my language has gone too far, but I also can't help but want to ask that question.

"Has he touched you Iren!!" I snapped while punching the steering wheel in front of me.

"No, no one touched me Fan, you were the first person to kiss me, you were the first person to make me fall in love. Harry and I are just friends. Close friends." He explained while crying.

I'm still not satisfied, yes I feel like I want proof, that bastard thing keeps popping up in my mind.

"Then what are you two doing in that house, why does he have lots of photos of you, why is he always near you! Why,

" Enough. "I'm sorry if this friendship hurts you," he said while now hugging me tightly.

"No one touches me, I'm yours," he said looking at me deeply.