I am so confused right now.
I can't remember much from last night, but I know for a fact that I did not have sex with Pablo. I left when he asked if I would come back to his to have drinks. I remember saying 'no'.
So why is Harry accusing me of sleeping with him? What evidence is there to prove that? None! How would he know, anyway? We were on the phone and he hung up. I'm still confused as to why he hung up on me in the first place.
"What on Earth are you talking about?" I ask him, genuinely dumbfounded. I take a seat on the couch, but he continues standing.
"Don't act like you don't know, Eva...I heard you on the phone last night. You must've thought you hung up but you didn't..." Harry looks really upset, but he has no right to be. I did nothing wrong.
"What did you hear?" I ask him, trying to make eye contact, but he won't look at me. This is ridiculous.
"I heard you say that his dick was huge. And then he invited you to his place, saying 'wanna get some of this'!"
I never said his dick was huge! I'm trying my best to think back to all of last night's events. I was on the phone to Harry, and then Pablo came over carrying a massive package. What did I say to him...?
"Wow, your package is huge!"
"Wanna come to mine and get some of this?"
Oh no. Harry must've thought I was talking about Pablo's dick, not the cardboard box he was holding. And then he must've thought that Pablo was inviting me over for sex, when really he was just asking if I would go over for a drink.
"Harry! You've got it all wrong!" I kind of laugh as I say this. "You're talking about when I said 'wow, your package is huge', aren't you?"
"Yeah..." He finally makes eye contact with me.
"Pablo was carrying a massive box of alcohol! That's why I said it was huge! And Pablo was just asking me to come to his for a drink, nothing more! You have to believe me - you just misunderstood what was happening. You can even call Pablo to ask him - he gave me his number before I went home to my own house last night."
"He gave you his number?" Is that all he got from that? For God's sake.
"When he asked me if I wanted to go to his place for a drink, I turned him down, so then he asked if he could at least get my number. It's not like I'm actually going to call him, Harry. Why would I call him when I'm in love with you?" Harry finally sits down on the couch next to me.
"I...I don't know."
"I would never ever cheat on you Harry. Ever. You can trust me."
"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions...I was just missing you so much, and you were drunk, and then I heard that..."
"It's ok, Harry. How did you even get here so fast - all the way from LA?" I caress his shoulder, and he looks deep into my eyes.
"I jumped on the first flight I could, and then drove straight here," he admits.
"You must be exhausted! Do you want to sleep or anything? It's Saturday, so I don't have to work or anything..." Before I can continue, Harry pulls me in for a deep kiss, and he feels so familiar. Now I know what I've been missing...his plump, pink lips fit so perfectly against mine. He looks down at my body, and I remember that I'm only wearing a towel because I just had a shower.
I decide to get up, and Harry looks confused. I pull his hand up with me, and walk him to my bedroom enticingly.
"I've missed you so much," I tell him as we jump onto my bed. Then I slowly unravel my towel, and I can see Harry scanning my entire body. It turns me on so much to see how turned on he gets from seeing me like this. He trails his fingers up my stomach and then between my breasts, and soon he is cupping both of them. His hands are cold, which is even more of a turn on. I moan as a reaction, and Harry looks into my eyes darkly.
"I want you...now." Is all he says, before he takes off his shoes...as well as his top...as well as his jeans.
He rubs one finger against my heat, testing to see if I'm wet enough, soon discovering that I am. He slips one finger in, causing me to moan loudly, and then another finger goes in. I soon find his growing bulge, and place my hand over the thin material covering it.
"Wow, your package is huge," I tell him, jokingly, and he laughs as a response. The thing is, though, I'm not lying. He is huge.
I pull down his briefs to see his erection almost fully hard. For the first time, I put my mouth around it, tasting the salty sweetness of it. Harry is trying not to take his eyes off me, although I know he just wants to throw his head back in ecstasy.
I lick up and down his shaft for a few seconds before he pulls me off of him and asks, "do you have a condom?" Luckily enough, I have a couple on my bedside table so I grab one out and rip the foil packet with my teeth, not taking my eyes off Harry the entire time. "You're so amazing," he tells me breathlessly, as I slip the condom onto his member.
He pushes me back so that I flop onto the bed, as vulnerable as ever. He leans over me and kisses me urgently, biting and sucking and everything else. Then he slips into me, causing me to cry with pleasure. He creates a steady rhythm as I wrap my entire body around his.
"Harder," I groan, and with that he pounds even harder into me. This is the most riled up I have been in weeks, and I can already feel the orgasm approaching as Harry's teeth nibble my neck.
We're a sweaty mess for the next 10 amazing minutes - our bodies entangled and our hands continuously roaming.
"I'm coming, Harry," I squeal, so that totals to two orgasms in these last 10 minutes. Holy shit.
"M-me too..." Harry grunts and moans through his own orgasm. He then takes off the condom, chucking it into the nearby bin, flips his long, sweaty locks over his head, and lies down next to me.
"That-was..." I begin, in complete awe.
"...I know..." Harry responds breathlessly. He looks over to me, his chest moving up and down each time he takes a breath. "I love you." He takes my hand in his, and brings it up to his mouth, giving it a kiss.
"I love you, too," I reply with a flustered smile.
"Now...I have a really important question to ask you..." Harry sits up, looking as serious as ever.
Oh no.
What now?
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FanfictionEva, an 18 year old high school graduate, runs into half of One Direction at a coffee shop while they are on their hiatus. What will come from this? What will happen at the end of the day...?