Go Easy On Him {Ziall Horlik}

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Short chapter x

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"Harry...let go of me,"I spoke harshly and he just grinned at me.

"You look better, babe," Harry grinned devilishly as he continued to have a tight hold on my wrist.

I couldn't lie, my heart was beating like crazy in my chest because this man in front of me was important, no matter how hard I try to deny it. He took my virginity, from force, and because of that I could never forgive him.

However he did make this whole porn star thing a lot more easier.

I also couldn't deny that he looked so fucking mouth watering with his tank top and tight jeans and a bandana pushing his curls, which had grown quiet a lot, back.

I had to snap out of it and stop focusing on his appearance.

"L-let go of me or...or I'm gonna scream," I threatened as he came closer, his breath fanning my forehead as he was much taller than me now.

"Oh I'll make you scream," Harry breathed and my breath hitched as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his soft lips attaching to my tender skin as he sucked and kissed the spot.

"H-Harry, please," I whispered through a moan as I used my other hand that wasn't in his grasp to pull at his curls.

I didn't know what came over me. This wasn't me. I was meant to hate him. I was supposed to despise the mere human in front of me.

Yet I was desperate for more.

Harry chuckled before pushing me in to the elevator that I had just come up on a few minutes ago and pressed his lips to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as his hands made their way to my waist.

This pornography career really changed me and I didn't know how to feel about it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pushed me against the elevator wall, the doors shutting behind us and taking us to a random floor. But we had no idea of what floor as we were too busy eating each others faces off.

"I wanna fuck you," Harry groans against my lips and my heart sinks.

Maybe I'm not ready for this. He used me first and he will use me again, I know he will. A person can't change that fast...can they? But what if he found me and wants to start again and I'm making the mistake?

"Don't use me," I whispered as I grabbed onto his tank top, pulling him closer.

"I...I won't," Harry hesitated before pulling me back roughly and moving our lips again, this time letting his tongue roam inside my mouth as I pulled at his hair and moaned as his growing bulge rubbed against my thigh, mines against his.

"Put your legs up," Harry requested in a hushed voice and I looked down at his hands that were hooked behind my thighs. I nodded before jumping up and Harry instantly pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands having a tight hold on my ass, squeezing it time to time which made me whimper from the firmness his large hands posse

There was a ding in the background but I was so in the mood I didn't feel the other presence in the elevator.

"Harry," I moaned out as I bucked my hips into his and he groaned as he kissed the corner of my mouth, moving his lips to my neck where he pepper kissed my exposed skin.

"Get a fucking room!"

I gasped as I heard the familiar voice and my eyes widened as I was put to the floor.

"Know a place?" Harry snapped back with a cocky smirk and I yelped when Zayn pulled my arm so I was behind him now and he cornered Harry.

"I'll show you, fucking man whore," Zayn said through gritted teeth as he was about to swing a fist into Harry's face but I was quick to pull him back.