-Harry's P.O.V-
"Uh... No," I said when I faced the now-familiar blonde. Her brother stood beside her, looking at me with her.
"Really now? You're rejecting every person that wants you," she said and crossed her arms, making her boobs bugle a bit up under the see-through dress.
"Because I'm only looking," I said, defending myself.
"Yeah and playing hard to get, because the more people you reject the more people will come and check. If you keep rejecting people are going to want you to accept because you're a challenge," Aimee explained. I sighed and ruffled my curls, then swiped them to the side and licked my lips.
"Well, that wasn't my plan. I was trying to go unnoticed," I told her honestly.
"You're like a candy bar around here. Men will like you because you have the build to go on for a while and girls will like you because you're cute. Dimples, curls and innocent compared to the rest. You don't have a chance to come unnoticed," Niall said matter-of-factly.
"Wait, so you're telling me everyone wants me?" I asked him gobsmacked.
"No, everyone who wants a male submissive wants you. You're way too kind to be a dominant," Niall said with a small smirk.
"Uhm.... Thanks?" I said unsurely. He just nodded and then kissed his sister's cheek before he walked somewhere.
"How many shows have watched now?" Aimee asked me, glancing to the stage to check the ones who have started now.
"About 7," I admitted. She nodded and licked her lips a bit.
"How many have you rejected?" I looked down at my hands to count a bit. It's actually quite a few people now that I think about it.
"17," I eventually answered. She knitted her eyebrows together.
"Definitely a candy bar. You shouldn't go over 20. Then people will begin forcing you into stuff. You don't want that to happen," she warned me. I only have 3 left!? Well, that's not good. Not at all.
"So... I shouldn't come back then?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes.
"That or you'll play with someone." She shrugged. "It doesn't have to be something fancy. Just let someone touch you or something, that way people will see you're not here only to look because that's considered disrespectful here."
"Touch me? As in my dick?" I asked her dumbfounded. She bit her lip and nodded a bit.
"Preferably. Let someone explore your body. Find a girl or a boy. A dom, and let them do it. If you're scared of people being rough, that won't happen doing that," Aimee assured me and then began walking.
"Fucking touch me. Great," I whispered to myself. I've honestly never been that confident about my body. I'm rather thin. Sure, I have abs and a V-line, but I'm still rather tall and skinny.
I looked around and noticed a rather old man staring at me. He winked and that made my skin crawl. I quickly looked away and then walked to somewhere Aimee was seated. On the way there, four people asked me and I said no.
The old man got up and I had lost the view of Aimee. Great, fucking awesome!
The man was getting closer and he eyes me like some piece of candy. Candy cane.
That's when I noticed Aimee and poked her shoulder quickly. The man was right behind me and when the blonde turned to me, I think she noticed me wild expression.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked me, looking at me and not the man that was breathing me down the neck. I closed my eyes for a bit, feeling his hands touch my hips. Yeah, this is uncomfortable.
