New Type of Love

The basic start of a basic story

"I can't believe you Harry. Why the fuck would you say that about me? On LIVE television?! That was a personal thing that you shared to the whole world. It was between us, and I trusted you. You know what? Go fuck yourself Harry. I'd never thought I'd say this but, I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
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Do you ever have that time in your life where you regret only one specific thing that you did? Like you regret it so bad that it mentally eats you inside? Yeah. I've had that feeling before, but it was a MAJOR feeling. And it was all because of one person. Harry Styles.
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Let me start from the way beginning of this "relationship." Actually, I shouldn't put that in quotes, because honestly it was the best relationship ANYONE could ever have.
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On June 21, 2013, I was at a high school reunion. I was never really popular in high school, so I didn't really enjoy being there. Especially around Hannah, the girl who would bully me everyday of every second of every hour at school. It sucked, and being in the same room with her again made me feel so frightened. I went into the bathroom and sat there for about 15 minutes. After that, I decided that I needed to socialize. I went out of the bathroom, when I accidentally tripped over someone's foot. Super embarrassing, but when I looked up I was not disappointed. His hand reached for mine and pulled me up. As I stood, I realized I was looking into the eyes of Harry Styles.
"Y-you're Harry Styles. What're you even do-"
"Wow, you're beautiful." He said very slowly.
I smiled. "And you're saying that to me?" I paused, realizing that was a weird thing to say. I giggled. "Oh my gosh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound as weird as I did."
"Don't worry about it. And what am I doing here? I'm here with my girlfriend."
My heart dropped when he said that.
"Oh. Who's that?"
He made a small face of disgust and said "Hannah Houser." He pointed to the nastiest girl, ever.
"Oh. She's super nice."
"Yeah.. Not really."
"But you're dating her." I said curiously.
"I'm being forced actually. By her parents."
I shrugged. "Well, if you want you could just chill with me for a bit to get away from her. I mean, if you want. I'm not forcing you."
"Sounds good. I'd way rather get to know you then stay with this bitch."
I laughed... loud. I didn't mean to, it just slipped.
"So, where are you from?"
"I'm from Chicago. What about you?"
Stupid question.
"Actually you don't need to tell me, I already know, haha."
Stupid thing to say.
"Oh, so you're a fan?" He said smirking.
"Don't think of me as a weirdo but yes. I have been since 2010, haha."
"So you know the rumors about me being great in bed?" He smirked again.
"Uh... No. But I totally could've guessed."
I smirked the exact same smirk as he was doing.
"Could I show you?"
I didn't know what to say. I lost all of my words.
"Uh, mhm, I-"
"Follow me." He grabbed my hand. Was I actually about to have sex with Harry Styles?
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He took me to his car, and opened the back door.
"You're showing me how good you are "in bed" in the back of a car. Mhm. How classy."
I winked.
"Do you wanna do this or not, babe?"
Wow. I didn't know Harry Styles would be such a tool when he's horny.
"Get in, or else I'll have to punish you."
What. Is. Happening.
I got in the car very slowly. I layed down until Harry got in beside me.
"You think you can handle me baby?"
I was so scared, that the only thing I could do was nod my head.
"Don't be scared. Have you ever done this?"
I shook my head his time.
"Oh Hun.. Well, I'll lead you through it, okay?"
I nodded.
"Just lay back and relax."
He started taking down my tights. I was trembling throughout my whole body. He struggled to get them off my feet, which made him laugh a little bit. I let him keep going. I thought he would take off my thong gently, but he surprisingly yanked them off my body. With his teeth. Wow.
"Those were my favorite pair!"
He laughed. "Sorry babe."
He started rubbing my upper thigh, and finally reached my vagina. I really wanted to stop him, but I couldn't contain myself.
"Keep going, Harry."
He finally stuck his fingers inside me. It hurt at first, but wow. I've never felt this feeling.
"Right there. Yes."
I looked down at him smirking at me. Looking straight into my eyes.
"You like that baby? Do you want more?"
"Yes daddy. Please."
I was so close to reaching my high that I told him to stop. I didn't want to release just yet.
"S-stop Harry."
"What? Why?"
"I wanna wait until we fuck."
"Then let's fuck right now."
I couldn't say no.
"Get on your hands and knees babe."
I did. And once I did, he didn't even warn me.
He just slammed right into me, acting like we did this 20 times.
"Harry slow down. This hurts."
He listened.
"This feel better?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
He started going faster. And faster. And when he did, I realized this wasn't just having sex. This was meaningful. He knew I've been so lonely throughout my whole life, so he did this just for me.
He was hitting my g spot perfectly, and I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Fuck Harry fuuuuuck"
We released at the same time, and it really was amazing.
He slowly layed down beside me and whispered, "wow."
I smiled, wondering where this was going to head.
"So, was I better than Hannah?" I asked.
"Did you really just ask that? Hell yeah."
I smiled and turned my head towards him. He was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen, and I just banged him.
~End of Part 1~