To Be Loved (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter One

The cold breeze left my lips chapped, the wind bit at my cheeks. I was standing outside trying to figure out why in the world I decided to come out here in the first place. There was nothing for me here. I rid of my thoughts and focused on the trees.

It was mid October. The leaves had already changed their colors and decorations were being set out. Dead leaves crunched under my cautious feet, as I moved forward towards a tree that had caught my eye. Extravagant colors of red and orange took me by surprise. The leaves swayed in almost sync. A smile tugged at my lips. A perfect structure of colors. Beautiful. I silently noted to myself. Though, I loved every single one of them. This was my favorite. I proceeded to watch how the leaves swayed, not bothered by the cold weather that had annoyed me earlier. This is what I needed. Just a little alone time. I moved closer toward the tree and sat down. Gently resting my head on the surprisingly hard bark.

Parting my chapped lips, I whispered to myself. "The hush before winter." And breathed in the autumn air.

This was nice. I turned on my music while grabbing my sketch pad and pencil out of my bag. My urge to draw what I saw grew and I anxiously started drawing the leaves on the ground. I ever so lightly sketched out the frame of the few leaves in front of me. This needed to be perfect, I thought.

I let myself wonder toward other things in my mind as I drew. It was Friday. The weekend had come. And I'm happy. Im not very fond of school and the amount of stress it constantly puts on me. The teachers nagging me about my late assignments. Quite annoying. I shake my head out of annoyance only to have my curls fall on my forehead. In one swift motion, I push them off.

Leaves rustled behind me and crunching noises followed. Footsteps were approaching. I slid my pad back in my bag along with my pencil. Before I was able to stand, a tall girl appeared in front of me. I sat back down. I giggled, I thought I was the tall one. I stand corrected.

"You're in our yard.." She acknowledge. Her voice sounded of pure annoyance. Perhaps because of my giggling. She knew how tall she was.

It was then, that I realized the house behind me. Her House. I stood up almost immediately. "I-Im sorry." I stammered. My cheeks went hot and I knew I looked flushed. It wasn't because of the girl in front of me, but the fact that I had been so stupid as to walk onto someone's yard and act like it was mine. Who does that?

Her face dismissed any sign of annoyance. She smiled. "My name is Thalia." And stuck out her hand.

I cautiously took it. "Harry.." And just as fast as I took it, my hand slipped out of her grasp just as fast. I was relieved.

"That's cool. I just moved here." She tilted her head, giving me a sideways smile. The tall girl had dimples. Okay. I thought.

I nodded my head in response. There wasn't anything I wanted to say to her other than, "Welcome to hell." But I decided to keep quiet.

"You know, I could really use somebody to show me around." She smirked and I knew exactly what she was trying to do. I just didn't know how to react to it. "Would you like to come in?" She asked, gesturing toward her house.

"Oh." Oh. "Uhm," I fumbled to find the right words. Her eyes begged me for a yes. "I'm not-" I was hoping she'd figure it out. I didn't want to say it. God, how I didn't want to say it.

Her face twisted giving the impression of disgust. Bingo. Her eyes filled with distaste as she acted like she'd just witnessed the most scandolous thing. It hurt so much to receive this reaction.

Screw it. I'm not ready.

"-supposed to be home anytime soon." I muttered. Immediately those disgusted hazel eyes brightened with lust and she reached for my hand, pulling me close.

"Don't worry, I have condoms." She seductively whispered. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. I shivered. But not in a good way. This was wrong. So very wrong. But what else could I do? I can't back out now. And I sure as hell wasn't going to tell her, a complete stranger, that I like boys. Boys. I winced at the thought but she didn't notice.

***

My pants were pulled off of me in a second, and the girl was now hovering over me. I assumed this was her room. I wasn't sure about this, but some parts of me will always be sure. She reached for the waist band of my boxers and I didn't stop her. Trailing her hands down my thighs, my breath hitched and she ever so slightly ran her tongue on my tip. I let out an embarrassed moan, grabbing for her hair, I pulled and she took my member in her mouth. Shit. My ache grew stronger, until my thoughts went blurry. She was breathing hard, and she looked serious- so serious I wanted to laugh at her.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the pillow. I thought of the very attractive gym teacher at the pool, cutting a clean arc through the water, and then out on the track, with the sun behind him and beads of sweat on his forehead. Smiling at me. I braced myself against her as the glow got warmer and redder, and her hand were steady and sure, and then it crested through me like a sunburst and I could only think in images: clean, sharp, vivid ones, reds and greens and yellows, expanding and contracting.

After a minute, I came back to myself. And opened my eyes. She was looking at me.

"Was that good?" She questioned. All the same thoughts came back to me like a river. This girl was a complete stranger. I had just gotten off from my gym teacher. My face flushed. That was a new one.

The needy girl gave me no warning as she let herself come on to me, earning both of us a loud moan.

"Jeez." I stammered. I could tell this wasn't going to be no walk in the park. And as if on que, she dropped on me once again. Clawing at my chest in the process. I grunted loudly while she screamed my name like it was normal.

"H-Harry! S-Shit!" She let out an exhausted sigh and I knew it was my turn to do some work. I shifted my hips, desperate now, and pushed my hips up, trying my best to earn is both pleasure. I thrust into her until one became two which soon led to five. I reached for her hips, taking control of when she dropped onto me. I forced her hips down. The room filled with loud moans and sighs and everything just let go. All into one sweaty blurry mess. She threw herself off of me. I grabbed for the condom, tied off the top of it, and threw it in the waste basket to my left. I laid there, feeling like a slut. It was odd. That term wasn't right for me. It didn't fit. It was embarrassing and I wanted to cry.

My phone went off. I looked over, reaching for it in my bag thrown on the ground. I wrapped the sheet around my waist. I turned it on, and seen the notification: One message from Gemma

I tapped on it and it took me to our messages.

Gemma: Where are you? Just got home. There's someone I want you to meet :) xx