P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11.

Chapter Status: Edited

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- Blue -

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"I had sex with Harry." I seemed to sum it all up.

Hannah choked on whatever was in her mouth.

Sorry, that was a bit dirty.

"What?" She hissed, her eyes widening.

"Erm.. Yep." I sighed, pursing my lips.

"What about Dyl--"

"H-he cheated."

"O-oh.. Shit, Blue I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I shouldn't be crying over someone that's not worth crying for."

"True. But.. Wow. I can't believe he did that he's such a--"

As the bell rang loudly, I see her mouth 'dick", me nodding.

Smiling weakly, I sigh again. What was I thinking? How could I be so carefree, I just lost my boyfriend and continued to have sex with Harry.

Ugh.

Things truly are very complicated.

"Blue. Tell me now, what is up with you and Harry?"

I gulped. "He's my.. My..Friend." I spoke uncomfortably at the mention of friend.

But I will literally do everything it takes, just so nobody will find out.

"Yeh, sure you casually just have sex with your friend. Are you friends with benefits?!"

"NO!"

"Yeah, oh my god. You're lying to me, aren't you?" She knew exactly what I was doing.

I shook my head, sighing.

"No, i am not lying. We both just tend to get kinky, and we like to spend that time together." Shrugging, Hannah narrowed her eyes, chuckling.

"How is he in bed, from a 1 to a 10?"

I smirked. "Why would I hook up with someone who's below a ten?"

"So he's a ten?"

I nodded slowly, biting my lip.

"Does he top? Does he make out with you? Does he--"

"HANNAH! No more personal questions."

"Oooh. So it gets personal now." She rose an eyebrow, as we both start to walk to our dorms for a short break before our next classes."

"Ugh, fuck you." I chuckled, her smiling.

"Mhmm," She hums, hip bumping me. "Are you sure this isn't anything?.. This is Harry Styles, we're talking about."

"Let's say we've known each other since high school..And no, it isn't anything, only if we keep this low profile."

"Okay, got it."

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- Harry -

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I truly am in deep shit.

Management is constantly calling us up, bombarding with questions.

"What are they saying?" I mouthed towards Louis and Liam.