[completed]
"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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After observing my own appearance in the huge ass mirror in Harry's dorm, I knew there was no way I could possibly make it through the rest of the day without people noticing I had been fucked. My hair had been messed up completely, my tummy was still tingling (not that anyone would know about that), and I could barely walk down the corridor without limping and wincing in pain.
Therefore I left to my dorm and skipped the remaining classes. As I was not the kind of student to usually do that, it did bug me, but considering what had happened during lunch with Harry, my satisfaction was compensated. However, what was making me slightly worried, was the thought of Niall coming back to the dorm. I knew he was going to realise exactly what had happened as soon as he saw me.
After having tried to concentrate on my homework for five minutes, my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up and clicked the message app.
HARRY: I miss you.
My stomach churned.
ME: I'm sure you do.
HARRY: You loved it. Didn't you?
You were absolutely amazing.
ME: You were good.
HARRY: How good?
So fucking good that I can't even think about anything else than your cock in my arse.
ME: Good.
HARRY: We should do it again.
I was quite surprised. It was a known fact that Harry Styles usually never gave people a "round two"—as they called it—because he was particularly fond with the idea of shagging one person and then moving on to the next (and because he was a dickhead, of course). Therefore, him telling me he wants to do it again must have meant that I had been really good, right?
It took me a while to think of how to reply, hence all I could really think about was how I was slightly flattered by the fact that he was so eager to repeat our hookup—even though I found it completely disgusting in the back of my head.
Did I want to do it again? Of-fucking-course. Did I want him to know how much I craved feeling him bury himself inside of me one more time? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
ME: You think so?
HARRY: Yes. And so do you.
I sighed.
ME: I'm only doing it for myself. I hope you know that.
HARRY: If you were you wouldn't have touched me the way you did.
ME: ...
ME: You know what? Believe what you want. At least I know I'm not doing it for you.
