Lovesick.

XXIII. Completely

ARIANA'S POV

I exit my last class of the day, heading towards the dorms. I walk down the corridors leading to mine and Nicki's room. Once I reach the correct door, I push my key into the lock, and turn, gaining access to the chamber. I walk in, and toss my bag on my bed before heading into the bathroom to change into my cheerleading uniform. I slip on the skirt and top, and lace up my shoes. I put my hair in a high ponytail, and make my way out of the lavatory.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Harry laying on my bed, on his phone. I roll my eyes. "Okay, do you just wait until you hear me go into the bathroom, then barge into my room?"

"No. You just so happen to be in the bathroom when I barge in." He replies. "Just like how you just so happened to leave the bathroom door open a crack so I could watch you undress."

My eyes bulge out at his words, and I gasp sharply. He lets out a laugh. "I'm kidding."

"Asshole!" I scold him, smacking his strong arms. He laughs again, obviously not affected by my weak blows. Well, I'm not really trying to hurt him very badly.

I walk to my mirror, and put a cheer bow in my hair. "When's your first game?" I ask the douchebag on my bed.

"I don't know, some time next week. I can't wait 'til I get to see you in an itty bitty skirt, doing a little dance for me." I can practically hear the smirk comes across his face.

"Who said I dance for you? And I could give you a little dance right now in my itty bitty skirt."

"This should be entertaining." He states as I walk over to him. I lean across his lap to reach my phone, and I can feel his gaze on my ass under my hiked up skirt. "God, you're a whore."

Well, that stung. I fight the urge to slap him, and swallow my pride, sitting next to him on the bed. "Then I guess you are too. You've probably had a fling with half the girls in this school. So I guess we're both sluts."

He shakes his head at that. "I can't be a slut when I'm....." He pauses, as if he's searching for the right way to word what he's trying to say. "....a guy. Guys are just guys, girls are hoes."

I roll my eyes at his ignorance, but should I expect any differently when we live in a world where women are viewed as second to men? It's ridiculous.

"Whatever." I dismiss the subject, going through and liking pictures on Instagram. Harry snatches the phone out of my hands, much to my disliking. "Give it back."

"Nope. We have some unfinished business." He tells me, pushing me back so I'm laying down on my bed. He brings himself to hover over me, and I feel overwhelmed.

"Woah there, tiger. I never agreed to this." I tell him, as he start leaving light kisses on my neck, but I'm not complaining. If only I could bring those kisses up to my mouth.

"You agreed the moment you said 'Ari wants to play'.  I don't hear you saying stop." He points out, wedging himself between my thighs, his lips leading to my jawline. I suppress a moan, bringing my fingers up to his curls, and tugging on them, hoping to lead his lips to mine.

Maybe it's just my luck, but Jessie barges into the room, ruining the moment. I let out a groan as Haz removes himself from on top of me, and I glare at the gaping bitch.

I point an accusing finger at her. "One day." I tell her. "Is it too much to ask to have one day of not cockblocking me?"

"You dirty hoe." She chuckles darkly.

Harry takes that time to run a hand through his curls, bite on his slightly swollen bottom lip, and send me a wink. I'm squealing on the inside.

"I'll catch you later, Ari. Do me a favor, try not to spread your legs for anyone else until we finish what you started. Sound good?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow.