The Chained Princess (h.s.)

Star XI

-Harry-

Everything after prom night was shitty.

I managed to leave the squeaky one's house before his parents got home, the plan was to leave the house looking "romantic" so they could enjoy their anniversary.

I didn't give two shits about their bloody anniversary, but I was too fucked up to do anything but roll off of the roof and climb down the tree vine.

I got a fucking ticket for parking next to a fire hydrant.

I spent the rest of Sunday trying to keep that shitty food down, but every thought of Andromeda brought it back up. And there were plenty of those, until it was around three pm when the thought of her ripping off my shirt got me hard and made me release that shit.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was able to keep it down. I'm used to being a failure, but Andromeda...she never fails at anything.

That girl is perfection.

At around six pm on Sunday, the squeaky bastard rang me as I was watching Love Actually on Netflix in my room.

"What did you do to Andy?" He squawked in my ear. I groaned at the pitch of his annoying ass voice and almost hung up.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Why isn't she telling me how in love she is with your fabulous how of affection?"

"Oh, that." I un paused the movie, not caring about where this conversation went anymore.

"What did you screw up this time?" He nagged with a sassy tone.

"It wasn't my fucking fault!" Now I was getting angry.

"Of course, it's never your fault, is it? Harry Styles, never doing anything wrong!" He knew he was egging me on, the prick.

"It wasn't me! It was that dickhead Ray Dominick!" I said, raising my voice louder.

"RD? RD Sawyer?" The pelican gasped.

"Yes, RD Sawyer."

"Oh."

Finally got his ignorant ass to shut up.

"Yeah, believe me now, don't you? He drove up and put all this shit in Drom's head about 'alterior motives' or some shit and she locked me out." The seagull whined and I wanted to punch him.

"You told her they weren't true, right?"

"I mean, I didn't deny anything."

It is true, I just want to fuck her. And cuddle her to death. And play with her hair. But that's beside the point. I just wanna fuck.

He groaned. "Harry..."

"I'm not gonna lie! I do want to fuck her! I want to fuck her blind! I want to push her against the wall and have crazy, meaningless, animal sex-"

"Okay, we're talking about my best friend." He interjected.

"Are you gay or something? How have you not fucked a bird like her already? Although she wouldn't want your squealing ass anyway." I added, smiling.

"I have a girlfriend, thank you. And you may not know this, but the world does not revolve around sex."

"A virgin's doesn't, that's for damn sure." I mumbled.

"Whatever, Styles. Look, I don't know what you broke, but you better fix it." He warned. Oh please.

"And how do you expect me to do that?" I asked, bored now.