I made that ice cream pancake though.
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Harry pushed me on the wall, caging me in his arms, "Harry..."
"What is it, baby girl?" He whispered, trailing his hand between my thighs and stopped, cupping my sex.
I gasped when he started rubbing me. He smirked and slowly inserted a finger, pumping in and out.
"Harry, please." I moaned, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck.
He leaves kisses to my neck, "please what?" I moaned when he suck on a sensitive spot.
"Fuck me..." I trailed off as I started moaning more when he inserted another finger in me.
He smirked and he pulled his fingers away, he sucks on them while not taking his eyes off me.
"You're so sweet, baby girl." He says, lifting me off the ground and taking me on the bed. I smiled.
"Only for you, daddy." I tell him and he smirked.
"And daddy would gladly fuck you, baby." He growled as he pushed inside me.
I woke up in a jolt, my breathing heavy as I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm my beating heart.
"It was just a dream..." I mumbled and quickly nursed my head from the sudden pain.
"Shit. My head's killing me." I said to myself.
I felt a warm arm on my waist and chilly air tickling my skin. I widened my eyes when I saw whose arm it belongs.
Shocked, I started looking around for my clothes, when I found them, I carefully took off Harry's arm and stood up.
I studied him for a good minute, his face looked so relaxed, like an innocent child. But he is far from innocent, I thought and shook my head, taking my clothes and wearing them.
After I wore them, I walk silently to the door and quietly opened it. Stepping out, I took one last look at his sleeping figure and closed the door.
I leaned my back at the door and sighed. I can't believe I slept with him. Am I that drunk to have sex with him and better yet, have wet dreams of him?!
I pushed myself from the door and continue walking down the stairs full of drunken people to the outside of the house.
I wrap my arms to myself, covering my body from the chilly morning air. It was 6 am and the sun was already peeking through.
I sighed. I can't believe I slept with him, never in a million years I would do that. But then again, I did and the pain on my lower parts are the evidence.
I shook my head and continue walking home. I hope this will be forgotten. I have reached my house and my parent's car aren't here yet and my brother's too.
I inserted the key in the door and it opened. I took off my shoes and carry them to my room. I dropped it once I am in my room and plopped down the bed, staring at the ceiling. Thinking of what happened last night, but all I remembered was playing beer pong with Niall and the rest was just all a blur.
I shook my head, the pain seeping through. I stood up and went to my bathroom to get aspirin and drank it without water.
I placed my hands on the sink and gripped it, my hands turning white. I felt so dirty, but felt good at the same time. Seeing my messy self, I decided to take a shower to get rid of the smell of sex on me.
I scrub my skin with a loofah and my Vanilla bean scented soap, I wash my hair and rinsed it all. I covered myself with my towel and exited the shower, taking my toothbrush and brushing my teeth.
After, I blow dried my hair and brushed it and tying it in a bun. I go to my drawers to get some clothes to wear on. I settled with a sports bra, a tank top, underwear and black shorts.
Satisfied with my look, I exited my room and went to the kitchen to make something to eat.
I decided to make a sandwich and took some ingredients from the fridge, making them.
I was about to bite when the doorbell rang, I put my sandwich down and went to see who's at the door.
"Coming!" I shouted when it rang again.
I opened the door once I reached it. I was surprised to see him this time of the morning.
"Hi!" He greeted, smiling.
"Zayn, what are you doing here at this time?" I asked, wondering. He shrugged and raised two paper bags. IHOP.
Yum.
"I brought breakfast, so you won't just be eating a sandwich." He says and my brows furrowed.
"How did you know that?" His smile turned upside down as he looks at me.
"Wait. You are having a sandwich?! Just a sandwich?!" He exclaimed making me cringed from his voice. I get it that he has a high note when he sang, I envied him for that.
"Yes, Zayn. Could you keep your voice down? It's just 6 am, you might wake up the freaking neighborhood!" I said and he rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let's just eat. I'm starving." He said. And we went inside the kitchen and sat down on the island, he took out the contents of the bag and my mouth drooled from the sight.
"What flavor is it?" I asked, after he gave me a box with pancakes.
"Chocolate chip with your favorite syrup. Pecan syrup." He passed me a container with syrup and a plastic fork and knife.
I poured it on my pancake and started cutting it, putting it in my mouth. I moaned from the taste and Zayn chuckled, biting a pancake from his own.
A question suddenly entered my mind and I looked at him with a confused look.
"What are doing here in the first place? Not that I'm complaining, I am thankful that you came here and brought breakfast, but why are you here?" I asked, taking another bite of my food as I wait for him to answer.
He sighed and turned to look outside the window, the sun was already shining from the sky.
I looked at him, a sad look in his eyes as he look away. Then he smiled, but the sadness in his eyes are still there, making me frown.
"Zayn?" He turned to look at me and he smiled a sad smile.
"We broke up."
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