Drama, Love, and Superman (A One Direction love story)

Chapter 34

There's a knock on my door and I reluctantly pull away and grab the shirt I find first and it's Harry's. I slide it over my head and run to the door and open it to see Jack.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and he looks at me then at Harry.

"Why's he here, shirtless on your couch?" He asks.

"None of your business." I say.

"You guys were gonna fuck." He says. "You're wearing his shirt too, wow."

"Shut up and get out Jack." I mumble and he laughs.

"You're embarrassed! She's embarrassed about fucking you!" He says and I'm ready to punch him and I hear Harry get up and walk behind me but I hold him back slightly. "Is he that bad in bed?"

I pull my hand back and slap Jack as hard as I can.

"Fuck off Jack." I say and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Have to have your pet stand up for you?" He says and I shove Jack away.

"I said, fuck off!" I yell and he holds his arms up in defeat.

"Fine, have fun with your boy toy." He says and walks away. I slam the door and hold my face in my hands.

"Maci and I both dated assholes." I mumble and Harry wraps his arms around me.

"It's okay baby, he's being a dick." He says and I wrap my arms around him.

"I hate him so much." I say and he laughs.

"Me too." He replies and I laugh as well. I pull away and he looks down at me and his eyes go from my eyes to my lips and he bites his lip. Wow he looks sexy when he does that. "You should wear my shirts more often." He says and I smile and lean forward and press my lips against his. "You're beautiful." He mumbles against my lips and I smile.

"You're adorable." I say and he pulls away and looks at me in the eyes.

"You're perfect." He says.

"No. You're perfect." I say and he shakes his head and kisses me again holding me by my hips and pulling me toward him so my body is pressed to his and I wrap my arms around his neck. He begins to lift my shirt up and over my head and he presses me against the door. He pulls away for a second and there's a few flashes and I look over to see two guys standing outside the window with massive cameras and I pull away from Harry and walk towards the window and close the blinds and look at him.

"I'm sorry babe." He says and I shake my head and walk to my room and grab my phone and start going through Twitter, ecstatic about what people are going to be saying about us. I see the photos that Directioners are posting and retweeting and talking about and I drop my phone to the ground and put my face in my hands, people at school are going to be all over this. "Brice?" I hear Harry's soft, smooth voice and I look up at him standing in the doorway.

"I'm so fucked." I say and he sits next to me and puts his arm around me and I rest my head against his chest. "People at school are going to see it and they're going to call me a slut and everything, wonderful."

"Everything will be okay, sweetheart, I promise." He says and I shake my head.

"You don't get it Harry...what if these pictures get around to my professors? Everyone is going to look at me differently." I say.

"Like none of these people at your school have had sex before? Come on. Everything will blow over." He says and I close my eyes, I guess he's right, maybe I'm overreacting but honestly it's a picture of me half naked! How am I supposed to react?