Desolate - h.s. ✓

° thirty-nine ° *

     Harry had gone to the bathroom first, simply claiming he wanted to wash his hands, and make sure his face wasn't totally fucked up. Nodding, I went to his room, sitting on his bed and looking at my phone. My brother had last texted me about ten minutes ago, but there were also messages from Ella, Lex, and Blair.

Lex: did you go home with Harry??

Ella: is everything okay? You kind of rushed out after Ethan said something about Harry hitting you!

Blair: I hope you're safe and everything is okay honeyyy

Telling them all that I was fine, and that the party had simply gotten to me, they said to have a good night. I thanked them all, wishing them a happy new year before looking at the messages that I had gotten from my brother.

Ethan: Nikki, I didn't mean it

Ethan: I'm such a fucking asshole

Ethan: I was just angry, I'm sorry

Ethan: I haven't hit you since you were fourteen

Ethan: Nicole ))):

Ethan: you and Harry confide in each other, that's fine, I just want to know you're okay

What you said was uncalled for, especially since you used to fucking hit me, E

I'm with Harry, and I'd like it if you didn't blab to mom and dad because not only is that rude, but he actually appreciates me helping him the same way that I appreciate him helping me

Ethan: yeah, yeah, okay, I won't. I'm glad you help each other. I'm sorry

Yeah

Shutting my phone off completely, I set it on the nightstand. I stood up to take my shoes off by the door, realizing now that Harry was still in the bathroom. Heading into the hall, I knocked on the door, Harry opening it almost immediately. I didn't understand, but noticed he was wiping off his face still.

"You look fine. Come on."

He chuckled, shutting off the light as we left the bathroom. I asked what took so long, and he explained that he was just kind of looking at his face in the mirror. Nodding, I helped him take his shirt off, Harry smiling down at me. It was clear he was amused by my eagerness, the boy allowing me to take his jeans off too. It was followed by his boxers, Harry sitting on the bed easily. Glancing down, I felt my face flush, Harry tilting my chin up.

"Please, don't stare. I'm telling you that I'm self-conscious."

"Harry, I have no idea why. You have a nice dick."

His cheeks were red, my fingers grasping his length carefully. I became slightly nervous, not exactly sure what to do. He was rather large compared to Angelo, and while my ex had probably been about five inches, Harry looked like he was at least seven.

"I don't think I can do all of this," I said quietly, feeling anxious. "I'll gag."

"Do what makes you comfortable," Harry told me. "I don't want you to choke.

Nodding slowly, I wrapped my lips around his tip. Harry tensed slightly, my hand resting on him easily. I was still pretty shocked at how large he was, but focused on making him feel good. My tongue swept the under side of his dick, Harry grunting quietly. I found myself easing more into my mouth, Harry cursing under his breath. He was panting softly now, his hand fisting my hair, while the other supported him in leaning back some.

"Fuck, you do this so well."

Hallowing my cheeks with his words, Harry cursed more. It was plain and clear that he was enjoying this, my eyes meeting his easily. I watched as he tried his hardest to keep eye contact, but every time I did something with my tongue he would shudder, and his eyes would flutter close.