I'm In Love With The Brown-Haired Boy//L.S//

Chapter Fourteen

It's Monday again, even though it feels like it was just Friday. I can still see the memories playing in my mind from that night—the way she grabbed him and kissed him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he was hers. And maybe he is. Maybe he always has been.

But that moment keeps replaying in my head, stuck on a loop I can't shut off. No matter how hard I try to move on, it clings to me like a constant reminder of everything I can't have.

Harry and I haven't spoken since that night. Not a text, not a hey, how are you, not even a sorry for leading you on or I'm straight, leave me alone. Nothing.

Maybe a few glances here and there. That's it.

I'm in the locker room changing after practice. I tried to stall—took a few laps around the track—hoping I wouldn't run into him. But of course, the second I walk in, he's already there, back to the door, shirtless in nothing but his underwear. His back muscles flex as he puts on deodorant and brushes his hair like it's just another day.

Then he turns around.

He doesn't even look surprised to see me.

I keep walking to my locker, open it, and grab my bag. I hear him shut his. I try not to turn around. Try not to acknowledge him. Just focus.

But I hear his footsteps behind me.

Then suddenly—his stomach presses up against the small of my back. His bulge brushes against my ass, and my whole body goes still.

My heart skips. I forget how to breathe.

"Hey," he whispers in my ear.

Then he steps back, giving me space to turn around.

"Hi," is all I can manage to say.

Without missing a beat, he presses his lips into mine. My body reacts before my brain can even catch up to what's happening.

The kiss deepens, picking up pace. Every thought I had about Eleanor flies out the window, and all I can think about is him. Harry.

The way our lips move—perfectly in sync.

The way he touches me—just the right amount of pressure to make my heart skip.

The way he tilts his head slightly, like he's already memorized how to kiss me just right.

His hands find my waist, fingers curling around my sides, pulling me in until there's no space left between us. My knees feel weak, but I don't care.

Every part of me is buzzing, overwhelmed by the warmth of his mouth and the scent of his skin. It's like we've slipped into a world where nothing else exists—not Eleanor, not school, not all the reasons why this shouldn't be happening.

Just him. Just me. Just this.

He presses me back against the locker, pushing his body even further into mine—further than I thought was humanly possible. I can feel his breathing getting heavier. His bulge, too.

Then he breaks the kiss, lips moving up to my ear.

"Will you give me a blowjob?" he whispers.

Shock shoots through me like a jolt. The trance breaks. I open my eyes, meet his for just a second, and then—

"I'm sorry. I can't do this."

I place my hands on his chest and push him away from me.

"Wait—what? Why?" Harry asks, confused.

I freeze, staring at nothing, trying to gather my thoughts. A deep breath escapes me, loud and shaky.

"Because I'm not a toy, Harry. I'm not someone you can just call when you're horny and want a blowjob. I'm a person—with real feelings, in case you forgot."