"I can make you feel so good, Delilah." He whispers in my ear and his teeth nibbling on my earlobe sends a shiver through me. I get tingles all over my skin.
"That's the problem, I can't trust this Harry, cause if it seems too good to be true, it us...
Why does he have this effect on me? I can only imagine what it does to his ego when I react to him like this. He's such a fucking idiot.
He thinks he's so good and shit, but the only reason I'm acting like this is because I haven't gotten any for a really long time now.
I go up to my room, not saying another word to him. I then quickly hop in the shower, wash my hair, and shave. When I get out of the shower, I put my silk robe on.
As I am rubbing lotion on my body, I can hear Harry in his room. He is yelling at someone I'm guessing he's on the phone with. His yelling is still very vivid when I hear something in the room smash.
Fucking hell, he's got issues.
I go back into my room, and I start to blow dry my hair, which takes a good 20 minutes, considering the amount of hair that I have. I straighten it a bit, and I put on my everyday makeup, with just a bit of extra eyeshadow.
I go to my closet and after standing there for a few minutes, I finally pick out a tight white dress, with my white tennis shoes. When I'm fully dressed, I walk over to my mirror and check myself out.
I look hot as hell.
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"Lilaaaaa!" I hear someone calling from downstairs.
I run around my room, trying to grab everything I need and I shove it in my purse.
"Lilaaaaa!"
"I'm coming !" I yell, running out of my room.
Downstairs Quinn is sitting on the couch.
"We're not late are we?" I ask confused at why she is so rushed.
"No, but I don't want to sit and wait alone anymore ."
"Okay well, what do you want to do then?" I ask.
Her eyes direct to the bar stacked with alcohol and the side of her mouth pulls into a smirk.
"Oh I don't know, do you have any ideas ?" She says acting stupid.
I grab her hand and pull her over there.
"You look so hot by the way ." She says as I'm walking behind the counter.
"Seriously, have you seen yourself ?" She's wearing a red lace bralette with jeans and black sneakers.
"What can I get for you, Miss?" I ask stepping behind the counter and pretending to be a bartender.
"Only your finest please ." She plays along. I grab the bottle of vodka I drank from the other day, and we both laugh. I pour it in the tall shot glasses.
