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12: TRUTH

« HARRY »

I grasped onto the tufts of hair between my thighs, feeling a sensation like no other as I rolled my head backwards to accompany the pleasure growing within me. Her lips were angelic, feeling like melted chocolate running up and down my dick, her breaths bringing small moments of coolness every few seconds.

Avery lied beside me, her breathing being heavier as she grew deeper and deeper into sleep. I stared at her golden hair as small moans escaped my mouth from what was going on just below me. I looked back to the girl between my legs, her lips gliding up to meet my neck with harsh kisses which surely would leave my skin bruised.

She pulled away to look me in the face, only it wasn't whom I expected it to be.

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I sprung awake, every inch of my body covered in sweat as my breathing became heavy. Last night I struggled so hard to sleep, my mind refusing to switch off as I lied in bed.

I tried chasing after Louis out of the diner after I was taken out of my trance of shock, but by the time I attempted to, he was already gone. I got home with my head feeling heavy, and my throat feeling as if I was going to vomit any second. My brain felt like static, and my body felt like sand.

I suppose Louis was right about dreaming reality.

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I pressed every book I could manage into my locker, not finding the want to carry them all. All day I had walked through the school as if I was walking on feathers with a shard of glass hidden beneath them in which I had no clue where it was—that shard of glass being Louis Tomlinson.

I began to tell myself that what I saw at Apollo's last night was a part of my horrid dream, that it had all just been some type of method for my brain to understand the stress I've been under. I've never seen that necklace on Louis before, there's no possible way for it to be his.

I walked out of the empty hallway, everyone else enjoying their lunch outside whilst I struggled to find my appetite. Every few seconds I felt nausea erupt in the back of my throat whenever I thought of the dream I had.

The sun hit my eyes the second I walked out, having me squint to walk to where I had wanted to go. The vending machine was rarely ever crowded, which is exactly what I had needed—no crowds. Especially with the amounts of attention I've managed to get myself, being alone was the first thing on my list.

A figure shoved his way passed me, the smoke from his cigarette forcing its way down my throat. "Excuse me" he muttered as he pushed me aside, a small snicker leaving his lips.

I inhaled deeply, watching as he took a nickel out of his pocket to put into the snack machine. Grasping onto the back of his jacket, I shoved him into the window of the vending machine, hearing a series a gasps erupt from behind me. I flipped him over to face me, his bottom lip beginning to shed a fine line of blood from where it hit the surface—the cigarette flying out of his mouth.

"What the hell!" Louis yelled out as I clenched onto his jacket.

I didn't say anything, but looked down to his neck, seeing that his jacket had been zipped up. I grunted, yanking the zipper down to see that what I had witnessed last night wasn't a dream.

A gold coin lay on his chest, connected to a chain loosely hanging off his neck. I clenched my jaw, glaring up at him, "What the hell happened that night?" I screamed to him, pushing him harder against the wall.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" he yelled back, shoving me back yet I still had my grip on him.

"What the fuck is this?" I yanked off his necklace, showing it before his face. Louis didn't say a word, "What is this?" I called louder.