She had fallen in and out of love. She had her heart broken. Will she ever find love again. That's when Harry, this mysterious celeb came across her. Will she fall for him or will he just break her heart..
DISCLAIMER!!!! This part is sexual content. If you don't like that kind of stuff skip untill you see the 3 asteriskmarks.
We reach a white door and he opens it forcefully. The next thing I know im being pinned again the wall. Harry is kissing my neck. He's avoiding my lips. I tried kissing him but he just pushed me harder against the wall. At this point I really didn't care what he did to me I just want to forget what happened earlier that night.
His lips trail off down my neck to my chest. He pulls my dress off forcfully and throws it across the room. Then rips off my bra and underwear.
Harry then proceeds to drunkly take off his clothes. He throws me on the bed. I gasps as his warm muscular body hit mine. I just wanted to feel numb for a few hours. To get my mind of my ex. Maybe is was the alcohol talking but I found Harry completely sexy taking control like this.
Without warning he thrust himself inside me making me cry out. "Harry!" He lays his head between my neck and starts sucking on it violently.
"Harry," I blurted again as he thrust into me again this time even harder. There was no control in this man. As he continued to thrust all my thoughts went numb and black.
*** The sun was shining through the curtains. It was already morning. I shield the light from my face and groan. "Ughhh." I turn around and felt around the bed and I noticed it was empty. He left, figures. Why would he stay? It was only a drunkin mistake. And for some reason I felt sad. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to wake up next to his beautiful face. I look down at my phone and I see a message on my notpad.
"I'm really sorry about last night. I don't remember all what happened. I would like to properly take you out tonight. If your schedule is clear." -H.
It was a message from Harry. Where in the world was he? Did he just wake up and leave? Someone as drunk as he was, he must've had a horrible hangover. I didn't care as a small smile appeared on my face. Was I blushing? He wants to take ME on a date.
I get up from the bed and sigh. "So this is what its like to do the walk of shame." I never had a one night stand before so coming back to my flat will be awkward knowing Sel was going to be there to interrogate me. "Sel!" I gasps! I totally forgot we had plans today! She is not going to forgive me if I forget. I grab my dress and shoes off the ground and I call my bodyguard Tom.
"Hey Tom, I need a ride back to my flat. I went to the after party and got a little drunk and I'm too ashamed to walk back home. I rather not risk the paps knowing what I did. I look trashy."
He huffs. "Daniels you need to be more careful. Did anything happened to you last night?" His words hit me like a flood. All the memories of last night came to me. I wasn't too drunk. I was just buzzed. I never could handle my alcohol very well.
Harry and I had sex. And the worst part is he doesn't remember it. Am I the one to be the barer of bad news? Is he going to think I'm trashy. "What will he think of me." All these thoughts and I forgot I was on the phone with Tom.
"Daniels?" Tom called out.
"Oh sorry, alot did happen.." I trailed off.
"I'll explain what happend in the car." I looked around the room pacing.
"Okay I know the paps are outside and I can't look like this." I thought.
"They'll know that I wore the same dress."
"I know what I can do!" I shouted
I ripped up my dress in two separate pieces. A crop top and a skirt. I ripped more of the fabric from the top to make it look alot different from the dress I wore last night. Lastly I tore the skirt up shorter to make it look like a mini skirt. To finish this off I tucked in the torn pieces making the outfit look realistic. I look in the mirror and the dress I wore last night was completely gone.
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"Wow I pulled that off pretty well." I smiled.
I through my hair up in a messy bun, wipped off my smeared make up and reapplied fresh make up from my cute Gucci purse.
"I'm glad I always have make up with me just for these types of situations. " I chirped.
"Not have bad." I baffled. I ran down the steps and out to the black Range Rover that was waiting for me outside. Paps were everywhere. I shield my head and stepped into the car.
"Tom I can't thank yo-" I look in the driver seat and to my suprise it wasn't Tom.
I'm sorry about the waiting. I had writers block and I'm honestly thinking about deleting this story. It just not coming out how I pictured it and idk. I hope you all are enjoying this though. I love writing but this story is so boring and lacks excitement idk. Comment and let me know what you think.
