Starbucks(One Direction)

Chapter 9-About Time

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Sorry for the random Tacosaurus lol

Lizzie's POV

I watch with horror as I see my best friends taking the stairs two at a time. "Harry's mine!" I hear Lily scream. Hell no. This bitch has George and she's already betting on my Harry? Ain't gonna happen.

Wow. I've just called him 'my Harry' after knowing him for a day. Never again Lizzie, never again.

Then again, I suppose I don't really have anything to worry about. With the way curly was looking at me earlier, and the way his member reacted to me, it's safe to say that Lily shouldn't be too much of a problem for me.

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"How about we play truth or dare?" Zayn suggests. Louis must have seen my eyes widen as he winks at me, saying, "Ah come on love, you'll be fine." Well I suppose it can't be that bad, can it?

Yeah maybe I thought wrong.

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Me and Harry are currently layed breathless in my bed. Becka had thought it funny to dare Harry to kiss me, not knowing what had happened earlier that day. After Harry complained, claiming he was shy doing it in front of everyone, the rest of the guys agreed we could go somewhere more, 'private.'

Despite my protests, I knew I had no choice but to follow Harry upstairs.

*30 minutes earlier*

Harry placed a hand on my back, guiding me up my staircase. "You know," I start nervously. "We could have just done it downstairs, get it over with."

As we reach the top of the stairs, Harry just stops and looks at me, one eyebrow raised. "You're saying you wanted to just get it over with?" He takes a step towards me. "What happened to finishing what we started?"

Another step closer, I back away anxiously, afraid of what Harry might do, but it proves pointless as my back makes contact with the wall behind me.

Damn you, wall.

Harry keeps walking towards me until we've backed into my bedroom.

My eyes widen for the second time as I feel myself being pushed on to my bed.

"Harry, I-"

"No." I become slightly scared as Harry's pupils become dilated and his voice gets raspier. I can feel his once green eyes staring into me as I try to look anywhere but him.

He speaks once again as my head is turned to the side so I have no choice but to look up at him.

"Don't you know it's manners to look at someone when they're talking to you?"

"Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good that you'll forget you ever said that."

I only suggested we take it slow?

Harry seems to read my thoughts as a small smile tugs at his lips. He must notice me staring at them as he says, "Sorry love, we've just got to take it sloww." As he puts emphasis on the last word, I look at him in disbelief. He can't seriously be fucking mocking me?

Harry ever so slowly lowers his body on to mine. "Ok so where were we? Oh yeah, if I'm not mistaken I'd say I was just telling you how good I was gonna make you feel."

Planting soft kisses on my neck, Harry's hand works its way down to the top of my jeans, whilst the other one is being used to prop himself up.

Harry pulls my jeans down, me helping him in the process and they get thrown somewhere in the room. I don't know how far I was gonna let this go-the only thing I knew in that moment was that I didn't want to stop.

Pulling away for a moment to pull his black shirt over his head, I can't help but stare at his torso. "Like it love?" Harry's smirk returns as I turn away from him, covering my face with my hand to hide my red cheeks.

"Hey," Harry says firmly, removing my hand. "Don't you ever cover up for me again, understand?" I nod shakily as Harry turns his focus to the lace thong I'm wearing.

This is it.

This is it.

I must have looked like a deer in headlights as Harry whispers, his lips brushing my earlobe, "Hey, no need to look so scared love. I know you want me."

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Yeah this is shit but oh well

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