"Satellite, I don't want u to think of me differently." Harry sighed. "It's okay Harry bu-" " Are you worried about zayn? It's okay babycakes, we just have a bit of history you understand, it's nothing serious-" "MY IMPREGANATION IS NOTHING SERIOUS??!" "I'm sorry, zayn but the baby couldn't find a womb to reside in, it's nothing personal." "Harry," sayonara went on insistently, "I was talking about your vampirism. Am I going to be lunch? Or worse: just a small snack!" "Blood, Sorry and Silent, is like... a drug to me." Harry drew in closer to Sunday, his gaze piercing. Zayn grew ever angrier, but decided, like the stack of donuts to remain no larger than a stack of two. Small, bottled and unseemly, he skulked out of the tent. Harry was too entranced to hear the sticky jellied footsteps of zayn getting further. Santa's eyes were rounded, her flesh spheres a twinkling blue, almost jelly like. "I cannot look,eh."Harry shuddered away, averting his eyes. "The jelly, lack of hair and baldness is bringing me back..." Sabrina relaxed her gaze. "For me it's quite the opposite, it instead brings me forwards."
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She licked the bald patch on Harry's head, slowly and with confident ease. "Zayn is gone" she whispered. Harry is unfazed and rubs his now soggy forehead on her cheek. He then holds Sausage's head, and pushes her hair back, trying to make her hair sleek as if reaching baldness. "Now that is much better," Harry sighs in pleasure, and he begins to use his gel like tongue to lick the hair in place. The sun was shining, reflecting off Satin, her hair now reminiscent of a beautiful waxed wooden floor. He kisses her forehead, nose, slowly trailing down to her lips and neck. He makes sure only to smooch on the flattest and smoothest part of her face, resembling to his lips an eternal forehead. Sage is enthralled, moans Harry's name softly as if a floating gentle marshmallow. "Harr-y" Harry's sweatpants grew tighter around his 15.6 inch shaft. He grew into a flow. "Baby..." "Boss baby" he moaned.
