I take a seat at the bar and order another shot.
Going to a club during a school night seemed a good idea. But I regret my decision already.
"Hey, baby." a random guy joins me at the bar. He is clearly drunk. So am I, but I'm still sober enough to stay alert.
The guy seems way older than me. He is maybe in his early thirties.
The guy orders two more shots for both of us and places a hand on my thigh. I take both shots and slap his hand away.
"Wanna fuck, baby girl?" he slurs.
"Fuck off, mate." I groan and stand up from the bar stool. Even though I can't see straight, I try to walk to the exit and wait for a taxi to finally go home and try to sober up a little.
**
I let myself fall onto my bed and grab my phone.
1 new message
From: Mr. Styles ;) at 09:30pm
How is my baby girl doing on this fine evening?
Biting on my lip, I write him a message and send it to him.
To: Mr. Styles ;) at 01:17am
great. i m thinkin of u right now. the day that u fucked me for the first time, i still rememember like it was a hour ago. just thinkin of it makes me wet. i need you to fuck me, harold. i need your huge dick inside of me. slamming in and out of me. i want you to touch me and please me, harry. i also want your dick in my mouth. i want you. i wanna ride you, mr. styles.
fuck me.-
I lock my phone and throw it aside as my dreams take me away from reality.
**
My alarm clock awakens me. I have a huge headache. I can't remember anything that happened last night. All I know is that I need to hurry to the bathroom. I quickly get up and run to the bathroom. Warm, disgusting, burning fluid fills my mouth and I release it in the toilet. I cough as I vomit even more. When everything is released, I wipe my mouth and get up.
I'm glad I have the first period off from school, so I can recover from last night. I take a sip of water to let it clean my now sore throat. I take a quick shower and get dressed. While hurrying downstairs, I throw on a coat. I put on my shoes and grab my bag from the floor. Once outside, I close the door behind me and lock it.
**
When I arrive at school, the school bell has already rung. I hurry into the building and quickly get to Biology. I do not bother going to my locker first, because that will only cost me more time.
The door of the classroom is already closed. I open in and go inside.
"(Y/N)." Har-, Mr. Styles says, "What makes you come late to my class?"
"I'm very sorry, Sir. I forgot to set my alarm clock." I lie.
"Alright, I would like for you to stay here after class. Now take a seat, please."
I smirk slightly as I walk past him. He notices that and coughs, to hide his. I take a seat in front of his desk and grab my books from my bag.
"Well, class, as you know. We have an important test coming up next week. I hope that you all have prepared yourself and I hope you have been studying a lot," he looks and me, "so you can pass the test."
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