"they mould together perfectly."
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That night, i couldn't sleep. I know I hurt Harry, and I couldn't stand it. I hate myself for hurting him.
But he needs to understand that we can't live alone for the rest of our college years! We need to have friends, go out, and I'm not saying I don't like to be with him, I love his presence, but it's so unhealthy to live against the whole world.
So tomorrow, I will go out with Zayn. No matter what I feel for Harry. I need to forget him anyways...
But what he said about Daniel scared me a bit. And knowing I'll see him at school tomorrow scares me even more... I hate this guy. So much.
When I feel my eyes heavy, I slowly drift into sleep...
Soon enough, I'm back in Daniel's room, back at that party. Shit.
Daniel takes my arm roughly and this time he manage to push me onto the bed and keep me there. I cry for Harry to come and help me, but in a matter of second, It's not Daniel who's on top of me pinning me down on the bed. It's Harry himself.
"H-Harry" I say in a voice I can't quite recognise. I know this is a dream, but it feels so real...
"I'm here Oopsy, I'll make you feel good baby love" His raspy voice awaken something in me.
His right hand travel down my body while he leaves kisses on my neck and collar. When his hand touches my thigh, I feel in need of him.
"Harry.. P-Please"
His hand is off my thigh in a flash and he backs away from me. Before I can worry about anything, he says
"Touch yourself for me"
"W-what?" I can't do that! I never did, and never will. I hate how he put me in such embarrassing situations.
"Touch yourself Oopsy, or I won't make you feel good" He warns and i feel something tickling down there...
In my desperate need of his touch, I let my hand travel down my body to lend on my panties. I enter it, and start to rub on myself and soon I feel pleasure.
Harry kisses my knee, and I rub harder, trying to reach my high, but i can't. I moan Harry's name, as to tell him I can't reach it, and I need to reach it. It's like something was keeping me from coming.
"Harry" I say again. But everything gets blurry, Harry's no more sitting in front of me. "Harry" I call again.
"Hey hey! I'm here Sel" I open my eyes and Harry's sitting next to my laying self, on my bed. It's still dark outside, and it takes me a while to realise I just woke up.
"Sel..." Harry says looking at me weirdly, and soon I realise I'm not covered by a blanket, I'm not wearing pyjama pants and my hand is buried in my panties.
"Oh my god" I put it off and I'm sure he can see how red my cheeks are even in the dark, with only the city lights. I sit up.
"You.. You were calling my name" His voice is raspy, I must have waked him up.
"I'm sorry" I say ashamed. He must have seen me touching myself in my sleep... Why the hell am I so awkward.
"Selena you don't get it." He state "You were calling my name while... touching yourself.." His voice travel down my almost naked body, and I push the t-shirt I'm wearing down, trying to cover some skin.
"I know. I said I'm sorry."
"What were you dreaming about?" He asks , looking straight into my eyes with his piercing ones.
"Isn't it obvious... I feel bad Harry I'm sorry" I can't look at him anymore.
"Selena. Talk to me" He scoot a little closer, and I feel his thigh against my own. He's wearing only boxers.. for a change..
"What? What do you want me to say? That I dreamed about you, and touched myself, and I couldn't come because it was a dream? And now I'm all frustrated and embarrassed?" I say, scrambling.
"You couldn't reach it" He repeats. "You're still horny aren't you" I could see his smirk even in the dark.
"Stop! You're making me even more embarrassed" I hide my face in my hands, and he put them off my head slowly.
"Do you want me to leave so you can... you know.."
"What?!" My eyes are wide
He sighs "Let me help you" He looks in my eyes to find any protest, but I know he can't find any. In my situation, all I want is to reach my high right now. No matter how embarrassed I am.
"Lay down" He instruct and I do so. Never breaking our eye contact, he lays down next to me, and put himself up on one elbow.
I can feel his soft breath on my cheek, when his hand comes to caress my body. My heartbeat increases, and I feel even more desperate for his touch now that I'm awake. Fuck my horny self.
He bends his head so he can kiss my neck and collar, and I let him. My hand is tugging at his hair when I feel his down my thigh. He squeezes my thigh, as for asking permission and I whisper a small "Please". Desperate. I know.
Hi hand touches my panties and he keeps kissing my neck. Slowly, I feel his cold fingers on my wetness and he's quick to enter me with one, making me gasp in pleasure. He makes short movements in and out of me, and I tug harder at his hair, making him moan.
"Fuck" He mutters, still kissing my collar, and this time I tug at his hair to make him look at me. He frown, but it's soon erased when I push his head towards mine so our foreheads touch.
"Harry" I groan lowly. "Kiss me"
And as the words leave my mouth, his lips come crashing onto mine. Our lips move in sync, like they mould together perfectly.
His movement are fast, and I feel myself coming while moaning his name. His hand comes off of my panties, and I stop the kiss so I can take a breath.
He keeps looking at me while I recompose myself.
"Are you okay?" He asks looking for any regret in my eyes. He won't find any.
I nod and kiss his cheek slowly. "Thank you".
A/N: Hope you liked it...
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