Remedy (H.S.)

37

Kennedy Simmons

The drive was interesting to say at least.

I was entrained while Harry was tortured. Yep. That sounds bad but I like to call it revenge. Revenge for all the times he left me flustered just because he thought it was fun.

It was finally his turn.

He didn't think I could play this game too and the surprise in his face made everything ten times more amusing for me.

I should probably do it more often.

The poor man was so worked up that he couldn't even focus on the road. Every now and then he touched himself over his jeans looking for some relief. He was painfully hard. I could tell. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell.

I was proud of myself for managing to have this effect on him. I was also proud because I managed to contain myself. Having a man like Harry under you and keeping yourself under control is a huge achievement to say at least.

I was really close to give up and let him take control. If I did that I would most probably get fucked in the car. That doesn't sound that bad but the thought that he would win and get what he wanted once again would feel like hell.

Plus, I still had some dignity left. I wasn't going to act like some desperate little girl.

He couldn't really complain though. He asked to meet my devil and I gave him a sneek peak. Even though he wouldn't admit it I knew he liked it. The buldge in his pants was a strong indicator of it.

When we reached Zayn's house Harry left me alone because he said that he had 'stuff to do'. My assumption is that he is currently fucking some random chick. That would be typical Harry behaviour.

I'm surprised he hasn't catch any decease. I know he's clean because Lincoln had forced him to get tested. When I first heard that he was clean I didn't believe it so I examined the tests myself only to confirm that.

At least he's safe I guess.

Anyway.

I was standing against the kitchen counter watching a completely wasted Zayn humiliating himself. He was dancing and singing like a crazy man on top of a chair. A crowd of equally drunk people was applauding him and cheering for him only to encourage him to make a bigger fool of himself.

I really wanted to film that but my battery percentage was small and I wanted to keep it for an emergency.

The view in front of me was even better than a circus. Zayn was dancing like a high stripper. The only difference was that he didn't take off his clothes. He was screaming profanities thinking that this was some kind of song. What made it funnier was the fact that the people around him seemed to truly admire him.

The idiots and their king.

Just like last time I had taken a drink but I refused to drink it. You can't trust anyone in such places especially with things such as your safety and health. It would be wreckless and I wasn't stupid.

At least that stupid.

Doing things with Harry was an idiocy and I was an even bigger fool for not regretting it and wanting to do it again and do even more.

"Hey, are you going to drink that?" A guy asked me. He was tall, but not as tall as Harry. He had green eyes and dark brown hair. He was quite good looking. "Ughm... No." I offered him the drink and he drunk the whole thing within seconds. "Thanks. I couldn't wait in the line and I really needed the booze in my system."