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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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After having spent the most amazing evening at Harry's dorm, it was getting really late and I needed to get up early the next morning because Caleb and I were supposed to practice for our upcoming game out on the court at seven o'clock. I explained to Harry that I would've never gotten out of bed that early if I were to sleep over at his place, and that was the honest truth.
As soon as I left his dorm I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
HARRY: It's dark in the corridors. Don't get your arse lost because I don't want you ending up in somebody else's bed. x
ME: Possessive already?
HARRY: Shush. Sleep well. G'night.
ME: You're coming to the game tomorrow right?
HARRY: 'Course. I'm gonna watch you play like last time. I've never seen you sexier.
ME: Then maybe I should keep the clothes on for when we get back to "snuggle" in my dorm...
HARRY: That sounds like one of your best ideas ever. *smirking emoji*
ME: Thanks! Goodnight. Try not to have wet dreams about me. x
HARRY: Fuck off. xx
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Believe it or not, the game ended with an even better score than the one two months earlier. This time, I even managed to score seven goals instead of six. For this I was praised by the entire team and even some of the opponents. Everyone wondered how I had suddenly become so talented (because let's face it, I wasn't the best during the previous season), but I had no answer. After all, I had not practiced as much as planned—due to my habitual meetings with Harry—so I suppose it was just pure luck.
A text rolled in just after I had greeted everyone (except for one person) off the court.
HARRY: I've gone to your dorm. You were amazing my baby. I'll be waiting for you here. x
My shoulder was yanked to the side just as I was about to sprint off and one of my teammates raised his voice at me.
"Aye! Tomlinson! We're gonna go buy a few pints! C'mon!"
Nah-uh, that is not happening.
"Sorry, I can't! I have to meet with someone!"
After getting booed at by a couple of teammates, I laughed and hurried off towards the dorm building. Still as sweaty as a pig, I sprinted up the stairs with my footie trainers still tightly laced on my feet and my jersey flowing with the air as I jumped with every tread. Once I made it to the dorm I yanked the door open to find my beautiful prize sprawled out on my bed.
