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She comes back to the bed as I’m drifting off and she climbs into it with me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, wishing Heather was here. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow and tell her all about tonight.

November

HARRISON FLETCHER CHEATS ON HEATHER YORK!

Cruise Control’s bass guitarist, Harrison Fletcher (pictured above), has been caught cheating on his fiancée, Heather York. The two were engaged earlier this year after a long-term relationship.

Rumors have been rife for months that Heather has been cheating on Harrison with Cruise Control’s lead guitarist, Sebastian Fox. The two have been linked in the past and are spotted together in public frequently.

The band were in Los Angeles last night for a charity event and were seen partying it up before Harrison left the event with an unnamed brunette beauty. A picture of the two in bed together is circulating the internet. However, we have chosen not to print this as we believe it to have been taken without their consent.

Nonetheless, it does leave us questioning if the rumors surrounding Heather and Sebastian are true. Was the wedding called off, or did Harrison cheat on his fiancée?

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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

“Harrison!”

Gabriel’s voice has an urgent tone to it that I don’t understand. I can feel Heather lying with me, and she feels soft and warm against my stiff morning erection. I don’t know why Gabriel’s come into our hotel room.

My eyes fly open as I remember that Heather was in New York last night, and my confusion doubles as I catch sight of brown hair in front of me. My arm is around a woman who isn’t Heather, and I yank it back as though I’ve been burned.

Flashes of last night come into my mind, and I feel sick. I know before she even rolls over that it’s Maddy in bed with me, and I can barely hold off the nausea. I can’t stop the tears that begin to fall as the horrifying realization that I cheated on Heather hits me like a Mack truck.

I don’t understand why. Gabriel is saying something, but I can’t focus. I move as far away from Maddy as I can while maintaining my modesty. I distinctly remember talking about Heather, and thinking it was a brilliant idea to sleep with Maddy. My body is shaking, and the nausea is intense.

My head aches harder than the worst hangover I’ve ever had, but it’s no match for the pain in my heart. I didn’t even drink that much. Why did I do this? How can I tell Heather?

“Harrison!” Gabriel’s voice is firm, and it cuts through my whirling mind.

I look at him, but I’m starting to feel numb. None of this can be real. I’ve fallen into some terrible nightmare and I can’t wake up.

“We have to go to the hospital,” Gabriel says after he says something more that I didn’t hear.

“The hospital?” I ask stupidly.

“They want to test us for drugs. We have to go right now.”

Heather. I need to speak to her. I need to tell her what happened. I need to beg her to forgive me. Fuck. I cheated on her last night.

“We’ll give you some privacy, but we have to gonow,” Gabriel stresses.

I finally notice that Ariana is with him, along with a man I half-recognize as being hotel staff. A wave of shame crashes over me. Ariana catches my eye and looks away quickly. The tears are still rolling down my face, and I can’t stop them as Gabriel, Ariana, and the hotel staff member leave the room.

As soon as we’re alone, an eerie silence fills the room. “I’m sorry, Harrison.”

Maddy’s voice makes the nausea come rolling back over me. I can’t look at her and everything hurts so badly.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” my voice cracks as I trail off.

The silence returns as I get out of the bed, hoping desperately that Maddy isn’t looking at me. I can’t bring myself to look at her to check. I just need to find some clothes, get a hold of my phone, and call Heather immediately.

I see my clothes from last night strewn about the room, mixed amongst Maddy’s dress and underwear, and I have to rush to the bathroom to vomit. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist when I leave the room.

In my absence, I assume Maddy has gotten her clothes on because they’ve disappeared, and so has she. I go to my luggage and get a pair of jeans, underwear, and a t-shirt to put on. I feel like a robot. My brain is giving my body instructions, but I don’t control anything anymore.

Memories from last night keep popping up in my head, and I push them away. I pull my underwear on. Maddy naked and riding me. I pull my jeans on. Kissing her in the shower. I pull my t-shirt on. Thinking about Heather as I fell asleep.

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