"Come over here and kneel down, you little hot bitch!" he shouted to me, when we met in the locker room after football. I didn't answer, I just smiled toward my locker and pulled my shirt over my head. I wondered why so many of them resent gays when they cool to watch lesbian porn. I don't get it. From the reflection on this absurd things to me, ' particularly ' loud close the door. When I looked around, nobody wasn't in the locker room, I was there alone. In a t-shirt and boxers. I dressed up, shut the box, and I wanted to leave, but at the moment, when I turned, I bumped into someone higher on the head than I am. I didn't have the courage to look him in the face, I looked down and I was waiting to go in. Instead, I grabbed his wounds under her chin and said, "open your eyes." Before I realized who it was, I had my eyes open and I saw him in the face. It was Harry. Harry Styles. At school, he had the respect of everyone, I've been a scapegoat of his gang, but even though I secretly loved him. Was perfect. A head taller than me, curly hair, green eyes, amazing lips, that I longed to kiss whenever I saw him. But I'm not spooked me, because when I saw him standing in front of me and when I held my chin, rozklepaly, I fear that I get. I was dizzy, I felt how I break my legs, but I managed to fall, Harry caught me and sat on a bench in the locker room.
"You still didn't suck my dick, as I said fifteen minutes ago," he said with a smile, "I'm still waiting, you faggot."
"I thought you were straight. The majority thinks so, and now you want to leave smoking gay? "
"You shouldn't have!" * PLESK, thrust me slapped.
"Well, I know you want me. Do you think that I can't see how you're throwing me you love eyes? It's impossible to overlook. Are you staring at me like Katherine, when she saw for the first time Stefan."
When these sentences are put to me, I sat transfixed. Grabbed me by the hair. On my face I felt his breath. HE KISSED ME. I closed my eyes and let go with love. And fear. My heart was pounding like after race. After a while I literally tore himself away from it and looked at Harry. "Nobody knows," said ironically, he smiled and punched me.
"I'm sorry, force of habit. In addition, several people saw me go, you can't leave without a black eye."
He winked at me and turned to leave, after three steps, stopped, looked at me and said: ' If you tell anybody, I'll kill you. "
I sat on the bench even five minutes. I don't know that long ago began. I had to put together what just happened. I felt the pain on his face. When I stood up and looked in the mirror, I was under ' beautiful ' bruise. I believe what happened. I picked up my stuff and walked away from the locker room and went to the rest of the hour.
After an hour I wanted to eat. I was sitting on the bench, thinking about what happened in the locker room. I wanted to dig into the baguettes, but someone to me from behind and I fell into food on the ground. Around me just went through a bunch of Harry. One of them grabbed me by the throat and said, laughing: "get up and get those suckers out into the corridor!" and threw me out of the Chair. Silently, I lifted from the ground and went. I knew what awaited me. And with that, what I thought I was right. When we got to the hallway, one of them caught me by the hand and hit me below the knee, so I'm down with pain. "Harry you ass nicely," He squeezed my bruise under the eye, "but that's not all, you little hot bitch!" Everyone started digging into me, gave me a fist, just beat me, like I was a punching bag. For the moment, luckily, the bell rang and everyone with the last kick was left lying in my own blood that flowed from the nose and the forehead, lie on the ground. I slowly stood up, leaned against the wall and went to the toilets. When I opened the door, there was Harry. I don't care what he does, just as I was all beat up like a dog, I didn't have the strength to resist, but he just stood there and didn't move, I just watched me, so I went to the sink, rinse your face. I raised my head to look in the mirror. I freaked out when I found out that Styles is right for me. At that moment, I grabbed for the hips, turned me on to him she said: "I'm sorry for the way you've retaken, you," and pulled his hands under my shirt, then took off.
"So you feel something for me too, otherwise you would be doing this," I said as loud as I could, he just looked at me with a smile and started unbuttoning my pants, which I downloaded and then you fall on my knees, mouth pulled my boxers and started me smoking. Slowly at first, then faster. When he wanted to quit, I grabbed him by the hair and stuffed his cock into my throat, as much as possible. He began to choke, I'm most excited about. After that I didn't want to stop so he smoked. Truth be told, perfectly involved language. When the time came, I knew that I, I again thrust my penis into my throat and then his semen injection in the neck. I almost threw up, but I just said: "the force of habit, you little hot bitch." Until it fell out of me, I realized what I've said and to whom. Harry Styles I said "little hot bitch," kill me now, but he instead smiled and said, that's me. I went to it quickly, I used the language, head moving as quickly as possible, and when Harry was the greatest tension and was almost finished, so I stopped with the words: "think of it as ' I suffered more when your band to beat. '" I dressed and left him standing there on the wall, in a t-shirt and jeans and shorts, in which he had at the ankles. When I opened the door and wanted to leave, he said: "this is a secret, Louis."
