His warm, tough fingers run up my legs, stopping at the beginning of my hip, inching closer and closer to my panties. My breathing increases, and so does his, as his hot breathe hits against my neck.
"You taste so fucking good Nicole, your making me so hard." His bulge rubs against me, causing me to become more impatient. I'm sweating, and I have a buildup feeling I'm the pit of my stomach.
He tugs at the side of my underwear, bringing them to my ankle and to the floor. I rub my ankles together, arching my back from the bed, but he only pushes me down, taking control of my body.
"I'm going to make you scream my name." As his hand teases my thigh, my chest tightens, bringing excitement and anticipation as his lips meet mine, and I can't help but let out his name.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP" my alarm bolts me awake, interrupting the dream I was in deep sleep with.
Lou stands over me, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Were you just calling Harry...?" He looks at me with his eyebrows together. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, ignoring the moisture that's built up in between my legs. I shake my head.
"Are you crazy?" I stand quickly, realizing the pounding headache and nausea I still feel. Today is going to suck at work.
I open my dresser, grabbing my khakis pants and work t-shirt. Me and Lou work at a local dinner, he's a busser and I'm a waitress. He wears all black, while I wear a hideous brown shirt with our logo on it and a hat with moose antlers.
"I'm going to shower." He nods, and hands me a couple Tylenol before I go. I nod, thanking him for practically reading my mind.
The warm shower eases some pain, as well as my nerves being out of wack between the alcohol and thoughts of Harry.
I feel uncomfortable for having a dream like that about him, and try to push the thoughts away.
I squeeze my wet hair, trying to get it as dry as possible before throwing it into a messy bun. I look in the mirror, seeing the bags under my eyes and my paleness, making my night of partying obvious.
From the knocking on the door, I know Lou is ready to go.
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"Nicole you have a table of 5 in the back!" I nod, putting my order slips up from my previous table. It figures it's crazy busy on the day I feel like dying. It's the first day October.
I grab my note pad, adjusting my pouch carrying my pens and straws. My sneakers squeak with each step, as I hurry to the back of the small dinner, attempting to stay ahead of the busy brunch rush. It's a Saturday, and nearly 10 am, and it's only going to get busier.
I look down at my note pad at I reach the table. "Alright good morning everyone, my names Nicole, and I'll be your server this morning. Can I start you off with some drinks? Our specials are on the wall as well, I recommend-" I stop mid sentence, realizing Harry is sitting at the table, starring at me with his greens eyes, his eyes being locked on my antlers. My brother sits with him, as well as 2 girls and a guy, who has black hair, tan skin and tattoos.
"Well you look like shit." My brother says. I smile lightly, still taken back Harry is here.
"Thanks, you look pretty bad yourself." I feel my face turning red, and I bounce from foot to foot, anxiously waiting for them to give me they're orders so I can walk away.
"Orange juice, eggs scrambled, white toast and a side of bacon." Harry closes his menu, rudely handing it to me while I'm writing. I take everyone else's menus once they give me they're orders, and give them to the chef, leaning against the counter letting out a deep breath.
I stare at the table from a distance, seeing Harry's arm wrapped around the blond from last night. My brother sits next to the other girl, who has the black haired guy to her other side. They're all wearing hockey jackets-I presume they have a game today.
I bring they're drinks out shortly after, placing Harry's down first.
"I asked for orange juice." I look down, seeing
I accidentally gave him apple juice. I begin to apologize, but he cuts me off.
"Can you seriously not even do your job correctly? Maybe you should considering not partying the night before work, your a senior in high school, you shouldn't need a babysit. Shit Niall you really did get all the good genes." I stand in silence, unable to form words. Everybody laughs, including Niall. I apologize one last time, mumbling my worlds as I walk away without finishing to place they're cups down.
"Jim, can you take over table 5 please?" I take my apron off before rushing to the employee bathroom.
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Monday morning comes quickly, and I dread having to be around Harry this afternoon.
He hasn't spoken to me since seeing me at work, and I'm glad. Lou nearly went out and confronted them, but I convinced him not to, playing it off as if it barely bothered me.
I pin my bangs back, leaving my curls to fall at my shoulders. My sweater hugs my sides, the thick red fabric compliments the fall weather. I throw a scarf over it, letting the black fabric lift my hair, adding more volume. The scarf matches perfectly with my thick black leggings, as well as my black Bean boots. I put a little more makeup on than usual today, trying to erase the image people saw of me this weekend. My wings come out perfect, giving me a boost of confidence for the day.
Lou meets me at our normal spot, and he looks tired, drained. Before I ask him, he let's me know.
"Hospice came, he's not doing too well." His dad has been on hospice for a few months, and each day is a deep breathe and fingers crossed to see if he'll make it.
"He'll make it Lou, he's a fighter." His dad told Lou he would make to graduation. And I hope to God he does.
He compliments how nice I look today, adding to my confidence. As I in our usual seat on the bus, I feel my pocket vibrate.
No one ever texts me rather than Lou and my mother, so I'm a little curious.
*Meet me at the gym after school. We're going to study somewhere else today.* I know it's Harry, and I don't know if I'm excited or scared to see where this new place is.
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Polar Opposites
Fanfiction"Let's help each other out. I have a proposition you can't resist." Nicole's patience is tested by Harry, while her emotions are drowned in experiencing first love.
