One:: Meaningless
The girl beneath Harry let out a quick scream, and then came all over Harry's dick. Harry pulled out, and then sighed, wishing he could find a better solution to having a craving for sex than actually having to have sex. Because, he was tired of all the meaningless sex. He didn't want to turn into his mother.
The girl beneath him wasn't even quite spectacular. All she really was a way to fulfill his desire of having sex. And he just wished she would disappear.
Girls were the worst way to fulfill his sexual desire, because then they demanded that he stick it up their vaginas, which basically made him want to throw up in disgust. He wanted nothing more than to stick his dick up an ass in exchange for this gross girl below him.
He rolled over, letting out a great moan, and looked at the girl. He wanted nothing more to see short blonde hair instead of long, smooth black hair. He wanted those to be crystal blue eyes staring at him instead of putrid brown. And he just wished that it was a boy.
Or, more specific, Niall Horan.
Niall Horan, the purest boy at the school. Harry loved him so much, and it hurt, because, quite frankly, he's all Harry wanted. Niall held a certain place in his heart, and they never even shared a word, not even one. And it really upset Harry at points.
That was his pure weakness. Harry was tough as hell at points, but when it came to Niall, he couldn't help but acting as though he was a girl. Well, not technically. But, he swooned, and his heart started beating faster, and he couldn't find his voice.
The next day at school, Harry walked into the building, a big smile on his face, because, yes last night's sexual conquest was with a female, but at least he was satisfied. His addiction to the beautiful feeling was nulled for a bit, forty-eight hours at the greatest.
And, today he resolved to speak to Niall, to ask the boy out, because he felt as though he needed it.
As soon as he got close to his locker, two girls and a boy walked over to him.
"Harry, we're here," the one girl in the center, said.
"Hey, Iris," Harry said, nodding his head to her. "Do you have my breakfast?"
"Of course, Harry," she swooned. She quickly loaded a fat-free chocolate milk, and his usual breakfast burrito that she must've gotten from McDonalds for him.
Harry took a quick sniff of the burrito, and then took a bite. He sighed because it tasted so much like heaven, and then when he swallowed, he kissed Iris's cheek. "Thanks babe," he whispered. "It's just as usual."
Iris let out a giggle then, and smiled at him.
"David," Harry said, turning to the guy. "Did you get math done for me?"
"Of course," David said. He quickly opened his backpack, and handed Harry a piece of paper. Harry looked it over quickly, and smiled once he saw that it was done in his messy scrawl, or at least what appeared to be his messy scrawl. David had learned to write exactly how Harry had in just a short span. The kid had been doing homework that Harry saw no reason to do since he entered high school. And it wasn't as though he didn't do well in school, because he was doing average. And he made sure David didn't ever get him a one hundred on a grade, because then the teachers would get suspicious. Harry knew how to make it in cheating.
"Thanks, man," Harry said, giving David a high five, and then squeezing the boy's balls. David let out a quick moan, and then smiled.
"Lindsay," Harry said, smiling. "What have I promised to do this weekend?"
"You're going over to Louis Tomlinson's house for a party tonight, Harry, and tomorrow night, you have accepted a...meeting with Macy Donaldson at her house."
Harry loudly swore. Why did he agree to do anything with Macy? He was going to take Niall out to a dinner tomorrow, and tell the boy that he'd liked him for a while now. He just wanted to love the blonde boy.
"Thanks, Linds," Harry said, kissing Lindsey on the cheek. "You guys are dismissed until third hour now."
The three kids walked away, and went their separate ways, and Harry let out a sigh. He then started scanning the halls, and noticed that the one kid Niall was always hanging out with, Liam Payne, was standing alone by a locker. Suddenly, the familiar blonde hair of Niall stopped, and they started talking.
Harry quickly brushed his shirt down, and made his way over to Niall. "Hey, babe," he said, leaning up against the locker, blocking Liam. "What are you doing tonight?"
"If you're asking me out, I'm sorry, but I don't date people who interrupt me and my best friend. Also, I have my eyes on someone else."
"Who is it?"
"Because I'm going to tell you so you can go scare them away? No thanks," Niall said, fishing his books out of his locker. "Come on Liam, let's go."
Harry stared incredulously as Niall and Liam walked away, not quite believing what he was seeing. Had he really just gotten turned down? No one ever turned him down, like ever. This event was unprecedented.
It was after school, when Iris came up to him, solo, with his afternoon snack. After he grabbed it, he quickly pushed Iris against the wall, and attacked her lips.
"Babe," he whispered between kissing, as he moved down to her neck. "How about we just go to my place?"
Iris let out a quick moan, and nodded once. "Let's go," she whispered seductively.
It was only going to be meaningless, like every other person Harry got in bed with. Meaningless, but it was important. Because without it, Harry wouldn't know what he'd do. Because, unless he found a way to forget that Niall Horan turned him down, that Niall Horan liked someone else, he felt as though his heart would shrivel up and die.
CHAPTER ONE AND PROLOGUE UP IN ONE DAY! Woot-woot :D Dedication to @Iris_Moens because she gonna get it on with Harry Styles :D Hope you guys enjoyed :D Let me know what you think of Niall turning Harry down...
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