All The Same Mistakes{Harry Styles fanfic}

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Hello and Welcome to the final chapter that I'm sure you've all been dying to read.

(Im being sarcastic.)

And this chapter will be full of bitchiness because im very angry with my friend.

But anyways, I've been busy, and I was actually going to add to this story, like as in more chapters, but Im lazy as shit so say goodbye my 8k readers, enjoy. Maybe I'll make more, but nobody could give less of a fuck about a fanfic written thirty five hundred years ago.

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My prayers had been answered, I think I would've sliced my throat if Id been pregnant, I mean I can barely take care of Harry, and I seriously don't even have a strong fancy for children. The weight gain, weight loss, raising a screaming brat, ha. I'd kill everyone around me, including myself of course.

Having a child with him would end me, after what the fuck face'd let me do was ridiculous, and the 'Oh, baby the condom broke!' like, you're just now going to tell me this.

I grip the test, my knuckles almost turning the same color as the now sweaty plastic that smelled like piss, storming into the living room where he'd been sitting there, nervously biting on his fingernails or something gross.

"So?" He asked quickly, hopping up from his spit on he couch like a lanky frog.

I just smirked a little bit, I mean, I could totally milk this! I could tell him Im pregnant and get whatever the hell I wanted! No, I can't do that, I'd go to hell.

"Negative." I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at me, almost a puzzled or broken look smeared across his face, and he let out a small, "Oh."

"You wanted me to be pregnant?" I clenched my teeth, "That would murder me! My life would be over, I wouldn't be able to drink for months on months, I need alcohol, Harry." I said, my breathing coming on heavier.

He rolled his eyes, "I wish you were pregnant, maybe you'd stop being such a bitch."

I closed my eyes, my hands in fists at the moment. "I hate you!" Slipped from my mouth, I surprised myself at my choice of words, seeing Harry's green eyes turning away from me. "Harry-" I paused a moment, thinking about my vocabulary this time around because I'm trying not to exactly flush our relationship down the toilet like shit.

"What?" He raised his voice, turning around to look me in the eyes. "What the hell has gotten into you lately?" He yelled, echoing through the house.

I stood there motionless, my eyes wide open. To be honest i was a bit scared, I didn't like it when anyone yells, especially him. I took a few hesitant steps towards him, "Im sorry." I sighed quietly, "I didn't mean to say that, I didn't mean it at all."

He took a bitchy deep breath, trying to show he was angry with me, (which was obviously fucking obvious,) and he finally spoke up. "I don't forgive you."

"Im being a bitch?" I stomped towards him, "What's my problem? I didn't wanna carry a little thing, gross, baby, thing inside of me for a year and rip my crotch all up? Fucking fun, Harry! What's your problem?" I said loudly, walking in front of him.

He turns around again, his back now facing me. "Im mad at you." He mumbled. "Dont talk to me." He walked down the hall, into the bedroom and closed the door so hard the paintings swung side to side on the opposite walls.

I followed after him quickly, and when I opened the door, he'd been laying in bed, hiding under the darkly colored duvet. I crossed my arms, "You're acting like a girl." I grunted, climbing into bed with him.

He let out a mumble, and I punched him lightly, "What." He sat up quickly.

"You can't stay mad at me, I already said I was sorry." I frowned, gliding my finger lightly across his jawline. He propped himself up on his elbow, now interested in me, his eyebrows lifted, making small creases in his forehead.

I smiled softly at how easily he succumbed to me.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, what are you gonna do about it?" He smirked, a bit deviously and I knew exactly where he was planning on going with this. I stared him down in disapproval, "Please show me what you're gonna do about it?" He whined, putting his hand onto my hip.

"Fuck you." I sighed, pulling the blankets off of him, and he hungrily puts his lips to mine, biting down and softly sucking.

"Fuck me." He emphasized, and I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips tightly. I nodded, leaning back to his lips, grinding down on his crotch.

He pushed his head back into the headboard, his mouth opening slightly. I moved my lips to his neck, biting small parts, and sucking softly. I nipped at him hard, tasting a bit of blood on my lips, smirking because that's what the objective had been. I left his neck, moving down to the top of his sweats and pulling them down quickly, my breaths becoming shorter. "Fuck me." I growled into his ear, tracing his v-line with my finger.

"You suck at being angry." He mumbled. I pulled down his boxers, tossing them and his sweatpants onto the floor, his cock slapping onto his stomach.

"Me?" I giggled softly, taking him into my hands and pumping his shaft slowly, picking up pace. His grip on the sheets became stronger, the duvet covering his feet, but his hips lifting up slightly.

"Mmm- baby, fuck." He breathed out, hitching his words. His words sent me over the edge and I let him go, quickly pulling off his shirt, him working on my pants until I didn't have anything on. I positioned his dick underneath me, sliding down and riding him. The bed creaked softly with every movement we'd made.

Muffled moans escaped our mouths, me leaning down, pushing my palms down onto him, feeling his chest rise and lower with every deep breath he'd taken, vibrations moving through my hands with every moan.

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if this get 100 reads in 2 weeks ill continue k <<<33