R O L L I N G R E D •H.S•

⁀➷prologue

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"Ah! Fuck!"

I cup my hand over her mouth to stop her from letting her moans escape. She isn't doing it for me and now I'm just getting annoyed.

I use my free hand to rest against the door of the bathroom stall, dropping my head to her shoulder. I'm getting tired here, I want to say but instead, I keep my mouth shut. I can feel her walls clenching around me.

I would praise her so she could feel better when she cums, but I'm running out of patients and I'm not in the mood for talking.

I run my tongue up her neck from her shoulder to her ear, kissing the spot right below her jaw before biting down on her skin.

"God, yes, Harry."

The only sounds filling the small space is our skin connecting with each thrust. I close my eyes and bite down on her shoulder roughly. She hisses and arches her back against me, slapping both of her hands on the
stall door in front of us.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please."

I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling of her clenching around me. This happens every time.

I fuck someone, and I can't get off without thinking about her.

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The music in this place is so loud, yet I can barley hear anything. I make my way downstairs into the basement to smoke. I sit down on one of the couches and lift my hips up just enough to pull the packet of cigarettes out of my back pocket. I take one out, laying it between my lips and flicking the lighter with my thumb to light it.

The lights are off, the music is still audible, just a bit muffled. I inhale the smoke, holding it when I hear a hear someone yell. I turn my head over my shoulder to look at who it is, only to see nothing.

"Fuck," a girl mutters. I feel the cushion next to me dip, making me turn my head.

"Ever heard of personal space?"

"What the fuck!" she screams loud enough for me to scoot over.

"What are you doing down here?" I ask before inhaling again.

"It's too loud up there," she says quietly. "My best friend dragged me to this after party," she says. "Who..I just caught kissing my boyfriend, so, here I am."

"I didn't ask." I finish my cigarette, tossing it on the floor and lean back against the couch. "I did but, I don't care about the details. Just wanted to know why you were in my space."

When I shifted to lean back, my knee brushed against hers.

"What's your name?" she asks me.

"Please stop talking."

"You're an asshole," she said it quietly but I was close enough to hear her.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you," I turn my head to face her and our noses brushed against each other.

I can feel her breath fanning my lips delicately, as if she was afraid I'd take her breath away to be cruel.

"Was your boyfriend in my room?" I ask quietly.

"Wh...your room?"

"Thai is my house," I let out a breathily laugh. "My room is the one upstairs."

I don't know if she noticed she did it, but she had moved her leg flush against mine. I graze her knee with my knuckles.

"He was in that one," I'm guessing she nodded her head because I could feel the breath she let out against my nose. "In your bed actually."

"Hm.."

"She was on top of-" Before she could finish, I cut her off.

"Do you believe in Karma?"

"Um.." she brushed her arm against mine. I kept brushing the back of my fingers against her thigh. When I reached the bottom of her dress, I paused my movements.

"I do, but if he's getting any, I want to be the one to give it to him."

"Is this okay?" I ask her, my lips brushing against hers. She nods her head, which I know for sure she did because I felt it.

"Words," I say.

"Yes," she breaths out against my mouth.

"Give it to him, then." I whisper against her lips.

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"Right there!"

I let out a moan that crawled up my throat. I push into her harder, reaching one hand around her to snake in between her legs. I rub her clit in a smooth circle, but at a fast paste. I finally feel the tingle in my spine spread through out my body, leaving my breaths heavy and my thrusts sloppy.

"Let it go," I grunt out as I ram into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, inside her. She lets out a bunch of profanities that that I can't understand, because all I hear is my heartbeat in my ears. I feel her release cover my cock, dripping down between our legs.

I pull out of her gently as she wipes herself off with toilet paper and pulls her skirt down. I pull my jeans back up, unlocking the stall door and walk to the garbage can by the sinks and toss the condom inside.

"I better get floor tickets after that," she says from behind me.

"No," I open the door and walk outside.

The cold air hits my skin, making my cheeks and arms sting. The sound of rides and kids laughing and people screaming as they enjoy the ride. Conversations from each direction swarm me and I'm hit with the smell of popcorn and cotton candy and elephant ears. I'm in the middle of zipping up my jeans and buttoning them when I see Louis.

"Man, really? In the bathroom at a fair?" He rolls his eyes and walks the other way.

I follow him, keeping my head low so I don't have to stop to take a picture or sign anyone's tits.

"Bus has been waiting," he says as we approach the bus. He stands aside to let me walk up the steps. I step inside and walk to the table next to the kitchen. Sitting down, I look at the boys. "Next stop?" I ask.

"Vegas, baby," Niall says with a grin on his face.