Virgin Mary

Testament Of Love

Original Authors author note :

Holy fucking shit, this is the last part of the series, but here’s the announcement:
I’ll be writing one shots for this series when inspiration strikes and I already have a few ideas for them :)

Thank you so so fucking much for all of the tremendous support and love from every single one of you means the world to me, and I am so blessed to have met and spoken with the people I have while writing this

I hope that you continue to read and support my work :)

This was what I did. This was my life now. I swiped bright red lip stick on my lips and gave my now blonde hair a few flips.

I wasn’t proud of myself in the least. I knew I was pretty, many boys had told me so while both sober and drunk. The string of them that would buy me drinks and call me hot with the hopes of getting in my pants was endless.

Sighing, I wiggled into my emerald dress and slipped into my chic black heels. My roommate Alexis wanted to go to the opening of a new club, and since she was sleeping with the bouncer it made it a hell of a lot easier to get in.

“Hey whore!” The name no longer made me flinch, nor did it make me want to curl into a ball and cry. Alexis used it as a term of endearment whereas my mother used it to shame me. At least, I hoped it was endearment since she said it so often I didn’t have time to take it offensively.

Regardless, it still aroused a tiny bubble of bad memories. It was the name my mother had called me time and time again since dragging me out of the Styles’ home. A lot had happened since then. I attended Manchester like my mother had wanted and she promised not to bother me as long as I was keeping up my grades and called her twice a month.

I had never found out what happened to make Harry and Anne shun me nor had I ever seen them after that. My mother never elaborated and it was a topic that none of us dared to answer. For the most part our relationship was tense. I spent both summers with my dad in Latvia and didn’t hear a peep of protest from my mum.

She had forbid me to go to the church, which wasn’t much of a punishment after all. I didn’t feel welcomed at the church nor did I read the bible as often as I had when I was a teenager. Once I was out on my own in university, religion wasn’t as big of a deal as my mother had made it out to me. People didn’t judge me for not recognizing a religion anymore.

It had been 17 months since I had last seen Harry and I was glad for it.

Well, a part of me was glad. I still had moments of anxiousness where I would cry and weep about it, then be calming myself down and forbidding myself for swelling on it. I was surprised with how close our schools were and immensely glad that we never ran into each other when we went to town for food or drinks.

“Hellooo?” I looked up to Alexis with a sheepish grin. “Jesus, what were you fantasizing about Tom Daley again?” She teased and I punched her arm as we waltzed out the dorm door. “It’s alright if you were. I like to think he’d be a passionate lover.”

No matter how big I tried to act or how strong I pretended to be, I still blushed when people asked me about my sex life. I didn’t have sex. I just gave boys, lots of boys, hand jobs, and if I knew them well enough, or if I was pumped full of enough alcohol, I would get on my knees for them. Occasionally they would shove a few fingers and probe around until I pretended to orgasm.

I didn’t mind it. It gave me something to do while waiting for Alexis to finish her romps. She usually brought a pair of friends over to us and they would flirt and chat us up until Alexis chose which one she wanted and they ran off. Sometimes the rejection of being left with a stranger that was one of her suitors was upsetting, but it could be fun too. I enjoyed kissing, and I never refused when someone would buy me a drink.