"Why the word Songbird?"
"Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...
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It's been a week since I've seen or talked to Harry. I was anxiously pacing up and down in her room wondering whether or not I should check in with Harry. I wanted to know how he was doing. I knew he was stressed wondering what he was going to do with Nyoh possibly going to have to leave the tour.
I mean, she was warned not to get on the table and let's face it she's an adult who should've known better. I'm not judging her though because it would be very hypocritical of me to do that... I've done worse.
I also couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the back of that car. I can't believe we were doing that with people sitting not even a full row away from us. But that's what made it so hot. I couldn't get the image of him absolutely going crazy with his hands in the way he was gripping my thighs. It was a very long night with my chargeable friend of mine who was stored away conveniently in my drawer.
God, the way he whispered in my ear was enough for me to ruin my underwear. When I was putting my hair up in a bun the next day, sure enough there was a massive hickey left right under my ear. I don't think I realized how hard Harry had gripped my thighs until this morning when I found a faint imprint of his hand on the inside on my thigh. I was dying of sexual frustration.
This brings me to right now.
I had been tossing and turning in my bed for the past hour. Just as I started to fall asleep, the clear memory of Harry grinding his front into me paid a visit. I was so frustrated; I had flung my blanket off of me and onto the floor while I laid in bed in just a t – shirt.
The light buzzing of my phone brought me out of thoughts.
Harry: hey fal, are you awake?
I had never jumped of bed so quickly in my entire life. I didn't even get up this fast when Angela had bought me breakfast this morning. I didn't even bother texting him back and just hit the call button.
"Hello? Fallon?" Harry's voice rumbled through the phone making me roll my eyes the back of my head while biting my lip.
