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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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"So basically..." Niall sipped on his coke. "He lured you down into the janitor's cellar, kissed your neck, you kissed his neck, he kissed your body all over and then you were about to have sex with the person you hate the most in the entire school but was ultimately interrupted by the janitor?"
"It would be wrong to say he lured me."
It was the night of the same day that it had all happened, and I had just told Niall all the details after he had whined about it throughout the entire evening. Thankfully I had been able to keep it a secret from the rest of our friends, and I was planning to keep it like that for as long as possible.
"I'm confused..." he began. He was repositioning on his bed when he paused, looking just as baffled as he stated. He continued while scrunching his nose, "You've always talked about how much you think people are stupid for letting him fuck them, and now you're–"
"Please don't remind me...I'm—I know that it's wrong because of what I've said and because of what I originally think of him but... It's just what I'm feeling..." I sighed. My head sloped back down in my pillow as I was feeling embarrassed and frustrated at the same time. The image of Harry and his naked torso appeared in my head. I whined, "He's...so attractive."
"Okay. Don't take those feelings out on me."
"I want him."
"Jeez! Shut. Up."
"Ugh." I rolled over in the bed to look at him. Pouting, I went, "Do you think I'm a hypocrite?"
"No," he said, genuinely. It was definitely refreshing to hear him say that. "You're only confusing. But. If it's just your sexual desire, I think I can understand."
"I mean...he's still...Harry Styles," I muttered. With that I meant; A boy-toy who has slept around with half the school and is the most arrogant, pretentious, narcissistic prick you will ever meet. "But he's also sexy as hell."
He snorted. "I can't believe you're being so honest about this. You-a-month-ago would vomit over you-now."
"I know." My forehead scrunched up as I rolled over again, my face mushing down into my pillow. "It's my dick talking."
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The next day I received texts all the way through first period—and every time I felt the device vibrate in my pocket another butterfly seemed to pop into my tummy. It was satisfying, but I was pissing myself off at the same time. I still didn't want to admit that I enjoyed it, but it was impossible.
I brought my phone out under the table to check the most recent notifications on the display.
HARRY: Can't stop thinking about your lips on my neck...
