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[11] "Easy boys, you can both have me."

Sorry for the long wait, but i've had a national test (kind of like finals or exams but in sweden) and i had to write a good speech and then i had a big photography test, which i did yesterday, so now i've finally gotten the time to write! So here you have chapter 11!

Harry’s P.O.V

I widened my eyes looking panicked at my teacher who stood there. What the hell was he doing here? Did he really work here?

“A-are you working here?” I stuttered a bit, and he laughed. I didn’t quite understand why he was so happy though.

I quickly covered up my insecure side with a smirk. A smirk can fool so many people, and it always works.

“Nah, I’m just cover for my friend today.” Ha said casually. “But what are you doing here? You being 22 doesn’t really fit with the fact that you’re in my sixth form class.”

“I’m just out, what else would I be doing here?” I leaned over the counter with that damn smirk on my face. I didn’t want to smirk. I was scared shitless he would maybe call my parents or something. “And why are you so happy? I recall you’re not so fond of me.” My smirk grew slightly as I as confidently as possible leaned closer to him.

“Want to know why?” This time, he leaned closer to me. He was teasing me that fucker.

I nodded.

“’Cause I can easily call the guard and get your and your little friends asses thrown out of here.” I gasped and quickly stood up straight again.

“You wouldn’t.” I narrowed my eyes. Would he really be that mean? I mean, it’s outside of school now so he’s practically not my teacher at the moment.

“Wanna bet?” His smirk was so big now that his teeth showed and I could se a glimpse of humour in his eyes.

“No.” I told him sternly. “Just don’t call the security guards.” I begged him with pleading eyes. “The lads and I just want to enjoy us for a night.” I could see his smirk slowly wearing off and his eyes became concerned.

“Okay, fine. On one condition,” he said. “Just don’t bother me like you always seems to do, okay?”

I nodded hastily. “Okay.”

-

“Hi babe.” I whispered in the boys’ ear. His brown hair was a bit sticky to his forehead, probably from the unbelievably heat in this room. His ice blue eyes looked with mine and he narrowed his eyes.

He chuckled nervously. ”Sorry dude, but I’m not into guys.” He sounded uncertain. I couldn’t make out if it was ‘cause I, a gay, was so close to him and flirting with him or if it was because he was unsure of his own statement. But it was worth a shot.

I leaned in close to him so my lips touched his. Not really kissing, just hovering over them. His first reaction was to pull away. But he didn’t step away. No.. Just a few seconds later he uncertainly leaned in again kissing me. He was probably bi-curious or something, since he was kissing me, but denying being into boys. I slipped my tongue between his lips just as another body was pressed against my back. I, surprise clear in my eyes, turned my head around to see yet another brown-haired boy, with a attractive smirk. When he saw me looking at him he winked at me and leaned in. The other, ice blued boy whined slightly, probably upset that I suddenly started to give another boy attention.

“Easy boys, you can both have me.” I felt a real smirk grow on my face as we all walked out of the club and I glanced back at Mr. Tomlinson who gazed me carefully and I smirked at him. Whatever happened the rest of the night is for me to know, and you to figure out, and it might be something that not happen often with three people instead of two.

-

“What the hell is going on here!?” I woke up by a screaming voice that resembled my mothers. When I peeked through my eyelashes I saw that it was my mother. I grumbled something even myself didn’t quite understand. When something, or someone beside me stirred I shot up to a sitting position and gazed at my mom with wide eyes. I gulped slowly as I looked down at the two sleeping boys beside me. The clock on my drawer read 9:37am.

Oh my god.

She was not supposed to know that I took home boys. Boys. This is not good. Not good at all actually.

“M-mom, I-I,” I didn’t know what to say. How would I be able to explain this to her? That her little mommas boy took home boys to sleep with. She wasn’t oblivious. She knew I had slept with them. She’s a very smart and wise woman, and that’s probably what I like most about her, but in this situation, I’m not so sure it was a good ability.

“BOYS. Wake up!” she yelled at the two sleeping boys a had got to known that their names was Nash and Kayden. They both woke up with a jolt and looked around confused and when their eyes stopped at my mothers they instantly understood what was happening as they scrambled out of bed, trying their best not to show their penises for my mother. And let’s just say they were out through the door in less than a minute.

“What was that!?” She was yelling at me. And I hated it. But I guess that was what I deserved. I pulled the covers up to my chin and placed my forehead in my hands. Mom was disappointed at me, and so was I. I honestly felt like crying. I might sound like a child, but having my mother disappointed at me was my worst fear. I always wanted to make her proud.

“I-I… I don’t know what to say honestly.” I told her. “You obviously know what happened. You’re wise enough to figure that out.”

“Why? Have you done this before? Taking home boys or following them home and lied to me, saying you’ve been staying at one of your friends house?” I didn’t even bother to lie, so I just nodded, feeling my eyes starting to water, but I refused to cry. I was 17 for fucks sake, not 7.

“I didn’t rise you like this Harry.” She said, her tone had dropped an octave, which proved that she was beyond disappointed. “I’m disappointed in you.”

Those four world made me break. I choked as tears started to fall down my face. “No mom, please,” I pleaded. “Don’t be disappointed in me I’m just 17 and I do stupid things.”

“If you know this is stupid, why would you do it, several times, like I understood it?” She asked, running a hand through her hair, showing that she didn’t know what to do about this situation. “How long have this been going on for?”

I wish I could tell her, “just a month or two” but I clearly couldn’t. Mom always knew when I lied in situations where I was acting like this. Desperate for forgiveness, crying. So I told her, from when I started to sleep with random boys, why. And I told her it was when I was 15, that was around a year after my dad and mom divorced, and I explained that it was then I had started to feel alone from the divorce, and I might have been handling it in the wrong way. When I was finished telling her what she needed to know, all she said was, “I should send you to a therapist.” After that, she leaved the room with a hand running through her hear, and leaving a sniffling me behind her. I wanted her comfort, but I didn’t get any.

I've said it before, but i'm saying it again; sorry for any mistakes, but english is not my native language so if there's any big mistakes that's probably why.

And i had not been thinking of ending the chapter like this, that was just supposed to be a short scene, but i guess it was a good oppotunity to show some more of harry's real personality :) and dont worry, i dont think anne would really be like that in that kind of situation. It's just for the story.

With that said, i really hope you liked this chapter, and PLEASE vote and comment (and fan), it always makes me so happy you have no idea.

and you can tweet me too @adoretomlinsex :)

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