Harry Styles Dirty Imagine

The Rubber

"Just put your number on it." Your friend demanded as you were getting ready for the concert. Your hair was curled, and you were wearing far too much makeup, but you didn't care. All you wanted was to get noticed.

You looked down at the condom you were holding in your hand. It was your idea to give it to one of the boys, but then your friend suggested writing your number on it. Maybe you would get what every One Direction fan dreams about.

"Oh come on." Your friend took the condom from you. "If you don't get a call back then it's whatever. At least you tried."

She took out a pen and scribbled your phone number on the foil packet before she put it in your purse for safe keeping.

"That will be given to one of them. I don't care which one you choose, but it won't be in your possession when we leave the concert.

A smile grew on your face when you realized that her plan could work. The possibility was slim, but you did know it could happen.

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A few hours later, your friend and you were back in your hotel, still high off the excitement from the concert.

Your friend was in the shower, and you were flipping through the pictures you took on your phone. Being in the first row definitely had it's perks. You could practically see the sweat on their faces and it looked so attractive.

A lot of memories were made that night. With every song that was sung, you got more and more overwhelmed with being there. Yeah, it was just a concert to some people, but to you, it was the chance of a lifetime. Probably your only chance to be noticed by the five boys was at that concert and you failed at that attempt. Even with your low cut shirts and made up faces you still didn't think they saw you, and you were sure that the condom with your number on it that you threw on the stage during What Makes You Beautiful was in the trash somewhere. The last time you saw it was when it landed right by Niall's feet, but you didn't know what happened to it after that.

Just as you were getting ready to put your phone down to go take a shower yourself, and unknown number came on the screen. Your ringtone filled the room, and your friend came rushing into the room.

"Who is that?" She asked excitedly.

You shrugged and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi." An unfamiliar voice replied. "Did you perhaps throw something on stage tonight?"

Your heart started to beat faster. Not because of your hopes that it was one of the boys, but because you thought you were in trouble.

"Because, I'm holding something in my hands with this number on it." The voice said.

You moved the phone away from your mouth so the person on the other end couldn't hear you. "Someone has the condom." You whispered to your friend. "I don't know who it is though."

"Ask them." Your friend said in reply.

You cleared your throat and started to talk again. "Can I ask who is calling?" You bit your lip in anticipation of what the answer will be.

A chuckle was heard through the phone. "I guess you'll just have to find out. Where are you at, I'll have a car come get you?"

You gave the stranger your information, and got dressed in something nice. Your friend practically whored you out because she had a gut feeling that it was one of the boys.

When the clock read two a.m., you made your way to the lobby. A black car, a very nice black car, was waiting for you.

The driver asked for your name, and you confirmed it was you who he was supposed to be picking up.