Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

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T W E N T Y

After two hours of training my jumps, Harry and I left the academy, headed to his house.
We talked a bit on the ride, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking that we were already more than fuckbuddies. Maybe we were on the friends with benefits stage.
Or maybe we were just dating but none of us wanted to admit it.

I smiled to myself and decided to go with the flow. We can find out later.

Now we were already on his bed, making out.
Harry was hovering over me and kissing me non stop. His lips travelled all over my skin. We were both shirtless by now.
My hands were on his lower back, tracing the waistband of his pants. I slipped them under his boxers to caress his ass cheeks, making him groan deep in his throat. I smiled to myself.

He sucked hard on my collarbones and ran his hands down on my sides until he palp me over my shorts.
He was all over me when my phone started ringing.

"Ignore it." - Harry said, returning to capture my lips.

But then it rang again, and again, and again. So eventually I had to pull back. It could be an emergency.

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's Emily." - I said, cupping his cheeks and stealing one more kiss from him.

I stood up from under him, making him lay on his back on the mattress. I grabbed my phone and quickly went back to bed. Harry wrapped his arms around me and looked at the screen of my phone over my shoulder.

Oh no. It was Caleb. Shit.

"Hey, want to fuck?"

"It's been a while"

"I miss fucking with you."

"Come to my dorm? My mate is out."

"C'mon Louis. I have a few things to try with you."

"Hey."

"Hey, c'mon answer me."

I sighed and locked the phone.

"Who is he?" - Harry asked.

I looked at him and smiled sincerely.

"Nobody important."

"He wants to fuck you."

"Yeah. We used to do it."

"Not anymore?"

"Not since you."

"So, you don't like him?"

"Are you jealous?" - I raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"Sure. I believe that." - I rolled my eyes and giggled. - "I don't like him."

"Are you going to reply to him?"

"What do you want me to reply?"

"That you are not going to give him the pleasure today." - He trailed. - "Or ever again."

I smiled and pecked his lips shortly.
I grabbed my phone back and typed a quick reply.

"Sorry, not interested bud. Get someone else."

I showed my reply to Harry.

"Tell him you're taken."

"As far as I recall I'm still single." - I teased.