Homophobia

Who's Harry Styles (Prologue)

"Who the fuck is Harry Styles?" I growl scrolling through Harry's Instagram. He has a head full of curls, and a bright dimpled smile. The photo titled "Hi" with too many I's. A small smile creeps on my face. He's fucking adorable.

"He's adorable." Josh says, repeating my thoughts.

I screenshot his picture, and send it to Liam. He calls me immediately, and I stand. Josh pouts, but I brush it off.

"Who the fuck is that?" Liam says immediately.

"Apparently, his name is Harry Styles. He goes to our school." I keep scrolling through his pictures and see random cats, and pictures of what I assume is his family.

"Well, he's super-cute." Liam laughs, "I hope he's single."

"Good luck with that." I scoff, "This Styles kid looks like a fucking prude. He's probably straight as a pole, and has never been to a party unless it was for his birthday."

Liam chuckles, "Probably. But I want him. Or, I atleast want to fuck him."

Josh sits on my lap, and kisses my neck sweetly, palming my jeans.

I sigh, "I'm gonna go. Josh wants some attention."

I can practically hear Liam grin, "When are you gonna let him go? He's been your toy for two years now. It's not like he doesn't know your playing him."

"I know it's not real." Josh says, "But I don't care. I love fucking you."

"Sluts. Both of you." Liam laughs hardily. "See you in school."

I hang up the phone, and lean down to kiss Josh hard.

I'm gonna get Harry Styles.

He'll be mine.



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