Polar Opposites

Chapter 19

Nicole's POV

"That was so not okay." I sit on his bed, humiliated and worried of his actions at the dinner table. He smirks, making his way over to me. He hovers over me, laying me down as he stays at the edge of the bed. I don't argue, just obey as he lays my body down, leaving my butt at the edge of the bed.

"Just relax" I nod my head, and my breathing increases, as he spreads my legs open, each hand resting on a knee.

"I'm still mad at you.."

"You'll forgive me." he drops to his knees, letting my knees stay bent as my feet rest at the end of the bed. His hand reaches for my buckle, quickly opening it and pulling my jeans down. His mouth rest on my inner thigh, kissing lightly and sucking occasionally, causing me to quiver. My pink underwear hugs me tight, visibly showing the excitement between my legs.

"I want to taste you." I can't help but worry. What if I taste bad? Does it feel good? He tasted of salt and warmth, nothing too bad. I felt in control though, and enjoyed taking him whole in my mouth. I close my eyes, ignoring my insecurities as his mouth inches closer to the start of my underwear below my hip.

His finger tugs on my side, as his other hand assists sliding my red hipsters down my hips, leaving me baren and chilled, as the cold room hits the warmth between my legs. I attempt to close my legs, but am turned down as his grip pushes my legs further apart.

I wince from the cold wipe of his tongue against my sweet spot, and can already feel the build up in my stomach. His finger teasingly circles me, and eventually enters with aggression, determination. He circles within me, pumping in and out.

"You taste so fucking good." He sucks on me, pumps in me, and I can feel my legs begin to shake, as my back arches. I open my eyes briefly, to grab the decorative pillow next to me, placing it over my mouth to block out my moans.

"No, I want to hear you." He throws the pillow to my side as I feel myself come undone.

"Harry..." I feel my legs shake, the deep pressure build down between my legs, and my vision glisten. I can't help the moans and yelps that escape my mouth as I shake, his mouth continuing to suck me and his fingers continue to pump.

This continues for what seems minutes, as I eventually wind down, keeping my eyes closed and legs spread, allowing myself to catch up on breathing and the tingling to subside.

I finally open my eyes, finding Harry stand over me. I blush, covering my eyes as he begins to laugh.

"Here." He holds out a face cloth, and I blush further as he laughs, occasionally glancing at my legs spread. I stand, wiping between my legs quickly.

"You can't keep stealing my underwear, I kind of need it." He smiles, handing me the pair in his hand. I slip them up my legs, feeling the cold moisture remaining. My jeans come on next, as Harry lays in his bed, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. I stand awkwardly, unsure if I should sit or stay standing.

"So...I should get going." He keeps his eyes on the tv, ignoring my words. I bounce between feet, playing with my fingers.

I look up as I hear the spark of a lighter, and the smell of weed. This time it's in a pipe looking thing.

"What are you doing? Your mother's upstairs.." he shrugs his shoulders, holding it out to me. I shake my head.

"Common, nothing's better than an orgasm and getting high." He holds it out for me, covering a hole on the side and ready to light it for me. I sigh, placing my lips over the tube and inhaling as he lights. I cough, forgetting the deep burn it gives. The burn didn't last as long as before, hinting at me not getting nearly as high.

"Harry! It's starting to snow, Nicole should get home!" My eyes widen as he finishes lighting, and I exhale.

"I can't go home yet...my mother will kill be if I walk in smelling of weed." I immediately regret taking a hit, as I whisper, hoping his mother doesn't hear..so smell.

"She's staying over!" He yells up to his mother, and from the closing of his door, she doesn't argue.

"I can't stay over here, are you crazy?" He takes another hit, looking at me with confused eyes.

"Why not? You can wear some of my shit and I'll take you home in the morning." I try and think of an excuse, but can't. My homework is done, tomorrow is Sunday, and my mother is already pissed at me so what more does it matter. I think of my anti anxiety/depression medication, but remember it's something I've forgotten to take for weeks now.

"Where will I sleep?" I realize I'm still standing, watching him as he takes hit after hit, the room filling with smoke and smell.

He points to the other side of his bed, and I can't help but question if it's okay. What does his mother think this is? She obviously knows me, and has heard of me from her son, but as what? His tutor? We're intimate, but isn't staying the night serious? He made it seems it's nothing more than sex, is he changing his mind?

"You can sleep there, ill sleep on the floor." I nod, holding my tongue as I nearly tell him he can sleep with me.

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"So you and that kid your always with, do you have a thing for him or something?" I laugh hysterically, something I've been doing the past hour with everything he says. I feel tingly, and my mind feels cloudy. I only took one hit, but with the amount of smoke Harry is producing, and him purposely blowing it toward me, I feel high.

"Absolutely not, Lou's my best best friend." He nods, as I chomp away at another cookie, it being my forth one. Harry's mother Anne baked them, almost as if she knew we were already 'baked'.

"Why do you hang out with my brother, haven't you already figured out I'm the better twin?" I laugh at my joke, sincerely thinking it's hilarious. He smiles.

"He's my best friend, he's actually pretty cool." I choke on my cookie, unable to comprehend how he thinks this way.

"No he's not, he's an asshole." I take another bite, slightly growing annoyed at the liking he has for Niall.

"He's actually pretty chill. Your just mad he doesn't like you, he thinks your incredibly stubborn and demanding."

"He said that? Do you guys talk about me? Does he know about this?" He shakes his head vigorously.

"Absolutely not, this never leaves this room. What we do is our business, your brother can't know, you understand?" He's not standing, pointing his finger at me. I nod, noticing his mood has taken a 360. His softness has been replaced with tension, something so high you couldn't cut it with a knife.

"Are you embarrassed by me?" His fingers run through his hair, and his eyes no longer remain on me, as they now rest on the carpet.

"It's something I rather not have anybody know. The shit I'd get for stooping down to fucking the valedictorian, who's my tutor, and my best friends sister I may add, is pretty low." If I wasn't high, I'd be much more offended. But I just finish my cookie, do my best to act okay, and eventually fall asleep.