I wrote a sex song about you | L.S.

Chapter three

And I woke up hard.

I had a dream, me and Harry starring in it, and we somehow skipped the nice, cute stuff because next thing I remember, we're fucking in the shower.

I can still remember how his skin looked while wet and his dark curls falling down. His damp lips bruised from kissing me.

Everything about the dream was fantastic but not the aftermath where I realise it wasn't real and I'm still horny.

I'm aware of the body I'm still holding, Harry somehow didn't move much but only seemed to get more comfortable.

At least my dick wasn't pressing into him but I really need to get out and sort myself out. Ignoring it one time was okay but I can't ignore it a second time, it's too annoying.

My eyes go to Harry's body, he was still fast asleep, his breath even and little snores left his parted lips.

My body slowly tried scooting away but Harry's body got even heavier all of a sudden and it was impossible for me to move without him moving as well.

I tried again and this time, Harry's arm held onto my stomach tightly. I sighed annoyed because I wasn't getting out of this bed any time soon.

Harry nuzzled closer to my chest, feeling his lips over my skin and his eyelashes tickling right by my nipple. He's torturing me, isn't he?

I decided I could fall back asleep, pretend I hadn't tried escaping and maybe my problem would leave. But I'm tired of sleeping and I'm a bit hungry.

The room was darker, it's probably past diner time now. I took a mental note to wake up Harry later. So that meant I should stay awake for a few minutes.

This is boring. I'm hard and I can't do anything about it. I even tried picturing gross stuff to get rid of it but nothing is working. I think it's because the person who caused it is laying down right next to me.

My eyes stared lazily at my ceiling, I probably looked lifeless. That's how I felt at least. I really needed to release, it's been awhile and I just need that off my shoulders. It's almost like a stress reliever.

Talking about stress reliever, it's been awhile since I've written a song as well.

Considering in moments that I'm stressed, I always turn to my notebook and write lyrics. Though I haven't been on that notebook in a hot minute. I probably forgot where I even left it.

So I took out my phone instead, it was luckily still on my bedside table. I haven't really used my phone much today, it felt foreign and I liked that feeling.

I opened my notes app, staring blankly at the empty page. What do I even write about? My life hasn't been that interesting lately if we take out the sex experience and me finding out I like Harry.

Shit, should I write about that? Me having sex with Harry or me realising I like Harry? What am I feeling... horny or in love?

That's stupid. Obviously horny.

I resisted the urge to laugh because my inner voice can be funny some times. I still smiled dumbly at my phone, I'm so weird.

My fingers typed in random lyrics which probably sound stupid but that's exactly the point. Being horny is never easy to understand.

"Who are you texting?", Harry's deep voice froze my typing fingers and I've never locked my phone faster than how I just did.

I turned to him, dropping my phone on the side of the bed. "Nobody, just journaling... yeah".

He smiled tiredly at me, his eyes still half closed, "You? Journaling?".

"Hey, I have healthy habits".