This really, happened. I really had sex with the Harry Styles.
Am I dreaming or is this real life? I can feel the breath from his nose lightly brush against my hair. Oh this is real life.
Me. why me? I thought to myself as his fingers played with the thin necklace that hung around my neck, my head resting on his chest. His chest consisted of thin chest hair, which I didn't mind, I actually found it quite comforting, I slightly raise my hand to play with it. I hear a small chuckle escape from his body.
"How long have you been waiting for this to happen Avi?"
UM EXCUSE ME? How am I supposed to answer that? How am I supposed to have an answer to a question that random?
"Uh, I don't know? To be honest with you I thought I'd never get even a slight chance to even talk to you, you're so "cool" and very well known, I didn't think you knew I existed."
He just laughs while still continuing to play with my necklace.
"Avi, you're so beautiful, how could I not know you exist? Nonsense."
"Oh.. ha ha.." I'm feeling quiet uncomfortable at this point I don't know how to continue the conversation from there, SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE.
I glance over at the clock and it read's 11:56 PM. "It's getting a little late, I think I should start getting ready to go home now, do you mind giving me a ride?" I ask embarrassed, even though I don't want to leave him I have too, mom and Rick are probably worried sick as to my whereabouts.
"Yeah." he says
As I slide off the bed, and reach for my dress, I'm dreading putting it back on, it's so uncomfortable, I hear his voice call for me from across the room.
"Do you wanna borrow some clothes? It's better to be comfortable after you know.." he says with a smirk at the thought of us just fucking.
"Uh yeah, that'd be nice." I smile. He hands me a pair of grey joggers, and a navy blue almost black NIKE jumper with no hood. Surprisingly the joggers seem to fit quite well, a little loose around the hips, but it's fine. The jumper however it's a little bigger than my frame, but very comfortable. The faint smell of his cologne lingering still on the jumper. I walk over to pick up my dress off the floor and also picking my heels along the way. I sit on the edge of the bed and begin sliding my foot into the heel, I know stupid right. Who wears joggers with heels? But I can't go bear foot.
As I'm lacing the first heel on my foot I hear Harry's voice stops me from going any further. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"Putting my shoes? Is there a problem?"
"Yes, it looks weird. Why didn't you ask me for a pair of shoes?" he says, his voice sounds a little annoyed.
"Sorry, I figured we didn't have the same shoe size?" I respond back, my voice a little questionable.
He walks into the his closet and returns back a few seconds later with a pair of checkered slip on VANS, nice taste in shoes considering him being Harry Styles, I'd never picture seeing him in these kinds of shoe choice. He hands them to me and they still seem to look brand new. "Here." I take them and I watch him walk over to his dresser and pull out a pair of black socks, making his way back towards me again. "Here you go" I take the socks. "Thanks."
"I only wore those shoes two or three times I think?" he says, "I got them as a gift from my grandmother, but I quickly out grew them and they've just been sitting in my closet. You may wish to keep them if you want, I don't have a use for them anymore." he says a little hoarse, he seems a little tired. "Well yeah, thank's a lot. Appreciate it" I smile towards him.
