HYSTERIA

*FOURTEEN - HEARTBREAKER*

HEARTBREAKER - PAT BENATAR

"You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker, don't you mess around with me."

ARIEL CALLAWAY

"Have Mercy." Harry moans as I tease myself on top of him, edging him just as he edged me last night.

While it is Saturday, I don't have to work until 9pm. A shift I shouldn't be working in the first place, but one of our girls needed to be off early so I offered to take the rest of her shift earlier this week. That was obviously before I knew Harry's cock would be deep down my throat just an hour before.

I laid awake last night upset about the fact that Niall had seen me in the video. I have no idea which parts he saw or how much of it, but something tells me that it wasn't Harry's fault, I know how Niall can be. It sounded like Louis didn't know everything about the video, my guess is that he heard about it through Niall's big mouth, but he, fingers crossed, doesn't know it's me.

I also laid awake thinking about Harry's mouth attached to my clit and how heavenly he looked with his head between my legs. He didn't even flinch when I flipped myself on top of him which I was thankful for, knowing how dominant he tends to be.

Well, I can be too.

I left his place last night, technically early this morning, pissed about the video, but the more I got to thinking the more I couldn't really care less about it. After all, it was my idea to film us that night, and risks come along with that. I'm not the only one in the video and I don't think Harry would be the type to just parade it around to his buddies, but I'll have to talk to him about that more.

I texted him when I arrived at his apartment building at 7:00pm today, with no prior warning. He surprisingly followed through with my text and let me up.

I have the upper hand tonight. I planned this, and I showed up knowing exactly what I had in store. As soon as Harry saw me, I think he got the idea too, but he didn't fight it when I casually unzipped my sweatshirt in the elevator. Casually exposing the lacey red lingerie that was hidden beneath. It was nothing more than a detailed balconette bra and matching panties, but after his reaction to my basic unlined bra last night, I thought I'd tease him with something more tonight.

I don't know what kind of game we've begun with each other, but it's addicting. He's addicting.

I've been with plenty of assholes, but never any rockstar assholes, and they're a different breed.

Maybe it's the fact that I've seen him perform a couple times now and watch his confidence radiate throughout an entire room, or maybe it's the fact that I know he's jealous that I slept with Louis and not him, maybe it's the accent, maybe it's the tattoos, the green eyes, the smirk, the lone curl that dangles across his forehead, his subtle yet sexual moves when he's singing, the rasp in his voice...

Harry is intoxicating. He's overwhelming in the best way, and as much as I don't want to get attached, I think he already has a dangerous hold on me.

I don't know how long we're going to resist until we fuck each other, if we can even stand each other for that long.

I couldn't wait to get back at him after the shit he pulled last night. Although it felt amazing, I think he deserves the same thing in return. After all, boys who play with fire get their fingers burned. At least that's what my girl Tanya says.

Harry was quick to inform me that Niall and Louis were out drinking at the bars, and he said he'd stay back after getting the text from me. That means we have his apartment to ourselves and that motherfucker can moan as loud as he wants without Louis banging on his door to complain.