Abditory [H.S]

64.

TW: small mention of sexual assault.

Consider this an early apology because I just realized yall aint getting smut in chapter 69...so here's like, a fully on heavy, detailed af smut.

*cough* *cough* this chapter contains sir kink, degrading and praising kink, choking, gun play and pain kink (can u tell i got carried away). Readers have been advised <3

Also, yall are so mean to my baby Li.

Luella Jones

So far, today has actually been gone pretty well.

It's mostly because of Harry but whatever.....

We had english together on the first period which made it easier for Harry to hang close to me. He even shoved someone off the seat in the back next to the window to let me sit beside him. It wasn't that hard considering the someone was Niall.

"You're a real bitch in the morning." He had said after Harry threatened to shoot him in the ass if he doesn't get up.

It wasn't that great watching them both interact like that at 8 am, and I had already told Harry I was fine with sitting at the front but I think it was just because he didn't want to be more than ten inches away from me.

So, we both ended up sitting next to each other in the last row in class. I was actually here to study at first, considering this is an important session for our grades, but Harry was making it hard to focus when he kept throwing notes at my desk every sec.

The first one was ten minutes into the class, it literally landed in the middle of where I had crossed my arms on the table. The paper clearly looked like it was snatched out of our english textbook, which almost made me want to strangle him for doing that to our school work until I saw the cute, messy handwriting on it with a simple question written.

"Wanna meet at the bathroom in five?"

The question caught me off guard at first, not realizing it was from Harry until I lifted my eyes off the crumbled little paper and looked to my left; and there he was with his hand rested on his cheek, looking back at me.

I shook my head and threw the paper into my sweater's pocket, continuing to take notes of everything the professor says.

After five minutes, another one hit my hand again. I knew it was from Harry, not because he sent me one a few ago, but because of the another question.

"Fine. Wanna make out in the hallway in five?"

I had rolled my eyes at that, turning my head to see him smiling innocently at me. I glared at him as a shut down to both the questions, and the papers he keeps throwing, returning back to the lesson.

And then a third one hit my cheek. I sighed as I opened it, reading the two words scrambled on top.

"In ten?"

I had enough at that and grabbed my pen, writing down in the enough space on the paper, in huge, capital words; a big fat NO.

I threw it back at him, and Harry being all excited and shit thinking I said something important, smiled as he opened the note. However, his face frowned at my answer, huffing loudly before ripping a small piece of paper out of our english textbook again.

That time, I did grab it by my hands, reading "I am bored". I mouthed 'not my problem' and shoved the paper into my pocket once more, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the time.