Jossie's POV
"Restroom stall, now" I say in between kisses
"Yes ma'am" he says getting up as my legs are wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.
We bursts in through the nearest porta potty stall and lock ourselves in. As he was starting to take off my bikini top, I stopped him.
"Gotcha" I say pushing him off me
"What do you mean 'gotcha'" he asks as he pulls me to his bare, wound up chest and starts moving his lips to my neck
"I ...." fuck I can't say anything with him sucking on my weak spot
"You what babe" he seductively says
"I plan-- shit that feels good"
"Mhmm" he starts moving his hand towards my breast and takes turn squeezing both making me feel weak, powerless
"Harry please"
"What's that? You want me to move down lower?" he teases me
He moves his hand lower down and start running my clit, m bikini bottom part still on. He starts playing with the lace, but then i realize this wasn't my plan.
"Harry stop" I swat his hand away and try to push him off me, but can't
"Let me make you feel good, I know you're enjoying this as much as I am"
"Harry, i told you to stop" I'm finally able to push him off
"What the hell is your problem?" he says annoyed
"Don't you get it? Harry come c'mon, you can't be that stupid" i let out a fake laugh
"Why am I stupid?" he asks crossing his arms
"You said you and I would never be happen, that there will never be an us, that you and I weren't good for each other and here you are fucking trying to have sex with me in porta potty. You were craving for me, I saw it in your eyes. I just proved you wrong, maybe we could ..... we can be something in the future if maybe you're nicer" I say biting my lip
"You can't possibly be serious, right? Yes you're fit, but I don't think there will ever be anything between us. I don't even know what the hell got into me. I'm a man, and you're just a girl" he snorts and runs a hand through his hair
"I'm not a girl, I'm a woman" I huff
"You're not a woman until you stop living with your parents"
"Do you ever stop being a dick" y
"Do you ever stop being such a girl .... oh sorry I forgot you don't like being called that, so in other words do you ever stop being such a bitch"
Harry's POV
She pushes me to the side and as she was just about to walk out on me I grab her by her wrist pulling her to me.
"Ow, Harry that hurts" she winces
I look at her wrist and notice she has cuts, the last ones look like they were just cut today.
"What the fuck" I say "why?" I scan her wrist carefully
"It's not like you care anyways" she says yanking her worst from my grip
"Why Joselyn? Did you do those last 3 just today?" I ask her
She doesn't respond and just looks away from me
"Answer me" I plead
"Yes" she says above a whisper
"Why?"
"Nobody wants me ! I'm never good enough for anyone ! Zayn always told me I was to much of a girl for him and I still dated him because I was stupid, you hate me, and my parent probably fucking left me in the streets and probably Clary just told me they died in a car crash because she felt bad for me. No one likes me, I'll never be good enough. I try being nice to you, but you keep up with that attitude with me and well I couldn't take it Harry ! I was clean for a whole month, but then you just had to tucking walk into my life and make me open up my wounds again. You may think the ones you have hurt as fuck from what happened to you yesterday, but that's fucking nothing to what I feel inside. I can't believe your not even nice after I fucking saved your ass last night. I actually though that after I covered up your wounds maybe we could have began being friends or something, but I guess you'll always be the same" She sobs and leaves slamming the door behind her
So first she basically was doing it to prove a point, but then she said she wanted me. She's so confusing, and maybe she is right. Maybe i should try to be ni-- less mean to her. I sigh and take a piss before going back out. All I can feel for her is sympathy, I can't believe I was actually the cause for one of her cuts. I didn't think she would even do that to herself. She seems to have a perfect life, but I guess is that fake smile she forces to put on as mask to cover up the pain inside her.
I act like nothing happened and find Josie and Ashton sitting in the sand ... too close ... watching the I'm guessing the sea. I walk behind them and kick sand at them making them curse at me. I ignore them and plop down in between them putting my arms over their shoulders. Ashton slaps it away, and Jossie rolls her eyes, but doesn't really seem to care. I wonder how she's even able to cover her face with a small smile, how is she able to even look like she didn't just have a breakdown just a few minutes ago.
