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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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Throughout the following week (Monday till Friday afternoon), Harry and I had sex four times, plus, he even sucked me off once in a bathroom stall.
The sucking off in the bathroom was truly a challenge, and maybe not one of the best decisions I've ever made. I was leaning against the wall while he was on his knees, bobbing his head over my crotch. What made it problematic was that plenty of students walked past our stall, so I forced myself not to make a noice, yet the sound of Harry's mouth repeatedly swallowing my cock was still loud enough for people to hear. Apparently, those people worshipped him so much that they could recognise him by his fucking shoes, so pretty much everyone knew it was him in there (because they could spot our feet in the space between the door and the floor).
Oh well. The important thing was: I managed to stay unnoticed (and Harry was really great at sucking cock).
We had came up with new methods of communication. Sometimes Harry wrote little notes of information as to when and where he wanted to meet and slid them under the door to my dorm or into my locker so that I would find them between classes. Of course, this was mainly just for fun. We mostly texted, but the notes were a nice addition to the game.
It was finally Friday when Elise and Adeline were knocking on mine and Niall's dorm to get ready. They did that sometimes. And by that, I mean they brought all of their makeup, jewellery, curling-irons and what not into our dorm and occupied all of our mirrors (there were two), just because they wanted to chat and gossip while getting ready and for the sake of using our "on-suite" bathroom, which they were lacking.
Elise was getting her hair done by Adeline in the bathroom as I heard them chatter. The taller one with the the iron in her hand said, "He cries over everything. It's insane. I can't be with him anymore. If I continue, I'm probably gonna get depressed."
"You're breaking up with him?" Elise asked, interested but not surprised.
"Yeah. I might do it over the phone," she winced at her own words. "I know it's wrong but if I meet somebody tonight I want to be able to play around a little and not be tied up with the saddest puppy on campus."
"Who do you plan on meeting?" The shorter one winked at her friend into the mirror. "Zayn?"
"I still have my eyes on him, yeah." Adeline chuckled. "Or Parker."
I could not help but roll my eyes at their conversation. It was understandable that they would go for Zayn—because he was pretty and all—but Parker? Really? What the hell did that guy have other than popularity, a gross haircut and a cunt attitude?
"For the love of God, Addie. Parker?" I chanted across the room, voice full of judgement. "He's a piece of cock!"
Elise burst into laughter while Adeline just scoffed nonchalantly. She said, "Excuse me? He's totally hot and really charming."
