Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 9 - Harry

"Harry what do we do now?" She asked. "If we go in they'll just follow!"

I put my brain to thinking, running wouldn't help fans could see her if there were any by chance. Then it hit me. "Let's go inside the restaurant then into a restroom or something." I looked down at Nyla who seemed scared. She never really liked being known around. I picked her up bridal style and just ran into the restaurant.

Passing the lads table they all just stared at us. I gave a quick smile and ran into I don't even know which restroom. All I herd was "Oh my god"!

"Shit." I mutter knowing I entered the girls restroom.

Placing Nyla down her hair pounced as did her mammaries. (Aha you see what word I used? c:) She fixed her hair and we awkwardly went into a stall together. "Umm...." Is all we could both say at the same time. We just had to pick the small stall didn't we?

Nyla and I just looked at each other. To think we would fit in a stall, well we didn't Our chest were basically rubbing against each other if we tried to move a bit. Nyla giggled as did I every time we tried to move a little.

"Your enjoying this Harry." She mumbled.

Blushing I give a little surprised face trying to hide my smile, sadly it didn't work and I broke out into laughter. Nyla covered my mouth as she herd a girl telling someone we were in here together. I got wide eyes and laughed even harder as Nyla just tried to keep me silent.

"Our feet." She muttered. This only made me laugh harder. Nyla and I both looked at the toilet at the same time. She pouted and knew we had to; I giggled. I sat down on the toilet with my pants up of course, I didn't need to use it.

When I sat down Nyla just stood there and stomped her feet lightly showing that she didn't want to. I could understand why. Looking at her from a bottom view made her brown eyes just shimmer. I never noticed how beautiful she was, and not just for her body this time, but for her and herself.

"I herd something in this stall!" A lady shouted. Nyla just sat on me making me groan as she sat a little too hard.

"Shut up." She mumbled. "Be a man."

"Be a girl." I mumbled back. To the fact that she sat forward on top of me, her back to my chest she elbowed me. "Stop." I groan. Nyla turned her head to the side so that she could take a glimpse at me.

"Chill your boner." She stated. Shit she noticed, it's not my fault I can't control it, right?

"Well you don't have to move side to side." I whisper.

"Harry!" She shouted in a whisper tone. I quickly covered her mouth.

"Their in here!" The girl shouted.

"What do we do!?" Nyla panicked. Then she just fake moaned. Wait what? What is ok, well should I go along? Before I could ask she nudged my side har enough for me to give out a sexually moan. Honestly I never have done anyone else, so I don't know how to do this.

People think I'm the womanizer think again it's the Irish one. I've only done Nyla, er raped her. You really don't know how much I regret it. "Harry." She mumbled wanting me to tag along.

"I've never done anyone but you." I panicked and the words came out of my mouth. Nyla turned around. Her full front body facing me. Her legs spread on my thighs, one leg on one side and her other leg on my other side."What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

She started to explain in a whisper as she placed my hands on her waist. "We are going to do something. I have no idea what, but to get you to moan we will do something." After Nyla finished her sentence we both stared at each other and tried not to laugh.