Psycho {H.S.}

Six

Disclaimer: it gets a little sexual!

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Scared of the dark? Oh, silly girl. It's the light you should be afraid of.

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Flashing casino signs read

'Girls, Girls, Girls'

On almost every street corner. Harry has been driving for roughly four hours and I haven't moved a muscle. The whole ride was just a complete mess. Harry kept getting upset with me and yelling whenever I asked to go to the bathroom. So after a while, I just decided to leave it be.

I focus on Harry as he turns the steering wheel with one large hand, the other resting atop his crotch area. His jawline was so sharp that I'm surprised he didn't cut me with it. His eyes so bright, they could blind you. He hair cascaded beautifully down his neck, just reaching his shoulders. And somehow I know that he's seen things.

"Don't look at me for long periods of time." He snaps. He pulls the key out of the ignition and puts the car into park.

"I wasn't, I was looking at... A poster outside of your window." I make up quickly to hide my fib.

Harry's head turns to look out his window and my eyes follow when I hear his chuckle. Oh shit. He turns back to me with a giant smirk.

"Call me for a good time, EscortsGalore.com? If you swung for a different team you could have mentioned it before love. I'm all in for hot lesbian threesomes." He says pervertedly.

I pull a face of disgust and unbuckle my seatbelt. "Ew, you pig! I like dick!" I retort angrily.

"So then you were staring at me."

"No I was not."

"I know you weren't staring at that poster."

"I know you weren't starin at thot postah." I mock his British accent. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. His face turns into a deep scowl.

"Get here." He demands quite soothingly for how angry his mannerisms are.

"Where?" I gulp in fear and my breathing picks up quickly.

He points one finger to his lap, than leans the seat back slightly to make room.

"But-"

"Now!" He shouts, echoing off the car walls making me squeal. I climb over the glove compartment and accidentally hit the steering wheel with my foot. I jump and fall into Harry's lap, knee to crotch. I pull back and straddle him, placing both hands over my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" I say, tears lightly brimming my eyes in fear. But Harry doesn't flinch. He doesn't even groan in pain. His hand simply reaches down and readjusts himself in front of me. Our close proximity makes it so that as he pulls his hand back, it brushes my stomach. Chills spill over the area and spread quickly through my body.

Harry's large hands grab ahold of my hips and pull me into him, lining us up. I close my eyes. This is the closest I've ever been to an actual attractive male. My face is just inches away from his and our breaths dance between us.

His eyes look down at my breast and I cave in self-consciously. They than move up to my lips and both of our breathing picks up. His hand slide to my lower back and he finally meets my eyes. The still noise of serenity around us. Just... A little... Closer-

"Hey! Put me down!" I yell as he throws the car door open and steps out. He's thrown me over his shoulder and holds me down with my hips. I use my fists to pound on his back.