He takes me to the bar and sits on a stool, I try to sit but I seem to be short despite the heels. He notices and lifts me up to sit me
"Thank you" I say
"Well, never mind"
His eyes keep going up and down on me making me feel so shy that I wore that short dress. I'm not that kind of a girl that wears short clothes and kiss a different boy every night, I don't even know how to deal with boys, i'm just not used to it. But since I'm in college now I have to know how to deal with them. Stecey may tell me, perhaps.
"Will you stay silent the whole night?" he asks
"Uhm, I don't know what to say"
"Don't act like it's your first time!"
"Do I seem like that kind of a girl?"
"According to your dress, yes"
"Well, I'm not. They've already told you it's my first party"
Before he talks the waiter interrupts "What can I get you?"
"Do you have orange juice here?" I ask and Harry bursts into laughter
"You must be kidding me!" he stops to laugh "It's not a school party"
"Hey look, Im tired of you laughing at everything I do, and you know what I'm leaving"
I try to go down but I fell to the ground, luckily he doesn't laugh but helps me. I try to stand up but I've buckled my ankle, it hurst so bad.
"Hey, are you okay?? you should not have went down that way" he says holding my arm helping me to stand up
"You don't tell me what to do, and I'm fine" I say and walk away out of the house holding the heels in my hands.
My ankle is killing me and I can barely walk when a half naked running girl pushes me to the ground to escape from that boy running after her. As I reach the ground I feel a hand hoding my wrist keeping me from falling.
"I knew you wouldn't make it out of the house" Harry says with a smile
"Thanks, but I don't need your help"
"Yes you do, come here" He takes me to a big stone that's near us and I sit on it. I'm surprised when he doesn't sit next to me and instead he sits on the ground and start massage my ankle.
"What the hell are you doing?" his hands are too comforting but he can't touch me. Not like this.
he doesn't answer but keeps massaging me
"How does it feel like?" He looks up at me
"It's getting better, thank you anyway"
"No, I mean how my hands feel like on you?" to explain what he means, he moves his hands up to my leg "Feels so good, right?"
It really feels so good but I'm unable to speak, unable even to stop him.
HIs hand keeps moving on my leg and now it's under my dress and the other hand is moving up to my chest. His lips are too close to me now.
"I can make you feel much better than this, but not here" He whispsers through my hair. "In my room" his lips are almost on mine when I open my mouth and....
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A party at the frat house
Fanfiction"It all started when I met you in a party at the frat house" He said and kissed me.
