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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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During History class the following Friday, I was sat next to Emma (the girl who helped me with my assignment the week before). She told me how she was going to Amsterdam in the summer and showed me pictures of how beautiful it was. After hearing her stories about being there years before I decided to make another bullet point on my list of targets. I wrote 'Go to Amsterdam'.
I had made a lot of new points that week, and it was making me feel a little stressed. I felt like I had so much more to think about constantly, and because of that, I only ended up doing nothing. This was especially difficult when I had things to think about that didn't exactly involve the list, like Elise and Niall, or the person that had lately decided to be in the centre of my mind at all times; Harry Styles.
Since the day I heard him talk about how he wasn't good enough because he was not able to get me to sleep with him, he hadn't given me any attention at all. That was until the time I was lying on my bed in my dorm and he decided to turn the tables and distract me from my other life even more. He texted me.
UNKNOWN: Hey sexy. It's Harry.
Was there really a point in replying?
ME: Hey?
HARRY: What's up?
ME: Your dick, I assume.
HARRY: Good guessing, Tomlinson. ;)
A shiver went through me. There was this part of me that felt disgusted and wanted to throw my phone onto my pillow—but there was also this other part of me that for some reason, shamefully, felt intrigued, and wanted to know more. My phone stayed in my hand as I stared at the display with innocence, my fingers almost shaking as I continued typing.
ME: I'm not gonna ask you what you're doing then.
HARRY: I can tell you anyway.
HARRY: And if you don't believe me, I can send you video proof.
I gulped.
ME: No thanks.
HARRY: Your loss. ;)
HARRY: What are you up to then?
I wasn't really doing anything except texting him and feeling pathetic due to the fact that my heart kept racing when his messages popped up on the screen. I wanted to punch myself in the balls for not wanting to gag after Harry practically admitted to masturbating while talking to me. I decided to go with a little white lie just because I didn't have anything else to say.
