Maybe just a few strings attached. 1D♥

chapter 4: The bed is where it's at, bro.

I sit down at my desk boredly tapping a pencil on my desk. 7:30, my boss said. Be at work by 7:30, for no good fucking reason. I hate my life.

A happy young lady comes into the store, with a paper dangling from her hands. "I have a eight oclock appointment!" She says happily giving me an invoice from here.

"Ok," I say logging onto my computer to check the appointment and to sign her in.

"My husband gave this to me for our anniversary, five years!" She cries with a huge smile. As my computer loads onto the desktop, me, Aston, Harry and the forgotton girl show up on it; my eyes focusing on how me and Aston were so happy.

After work I head to school like any normal day. Today though, was definitely different. Instead of walking through the streets with my head held high, not making eye contact at anyone, I stared at the couples holding hands, kissing, and pushing their babies together on strollers.

Why couldn't I ever have this? The cute couplish thing that I always see people doing, showing their love for eachother in every way they could, being loyal to one another, and just knowing you two are meant to be? How come I was single handedly left out of this whole process of finding the one? There probably isn't someone made for me, I bet. All my relationships, Iv'e gone out with jack ass's that really don't have a heart and don't give two cents into the relationship.

I will never have this. Ever; I'm bound to be an old, fat, cat lady who enjoys her days watching soap opera's and having book clubs; the books always being the romantic sappy kind. Or maybe I'll be some hopeless romantic who gets stuck with a bad husband that abuses me. Maybe I should stop trying? Just like be single and have fun.

I reach into my back pocket and take out my phone that buzzed afew times, indicating a text message. Harry: Can't pick you up today, rehearsals tonight. Sorryyyyy♥ Be safe walking home bitch(;

I need a simple relationship for a while. Just sex really, no feelings.

I immediately start jogging back home, slipping my heals off and holding them into my hands as I run the three blocks back to our condo. He has to say yes, right? It was his idea last night anyways. I could skip school once, doesn't matter really. Schools stupid.

I run towards the elevator and quickly press the penthouse button. Between Harry's amazing career and my, well, no where job, we can afford the nicest apartment in all of London.

I open the door up and see Harry sitting criss cross with a bowl of cereal in his hands as he watches cartoons. He looks at me confused. "May I help you, Mrs. School Skipper?"

"We need rules, first of all." I begin setting my heels down and sitting next to him on the couch. Harry sits up and places the bowl on the coffee table, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"For?" He asks me with a small smirk.

I roll my eyes. "Don't act stupid Harry." I tell him nudging his arm. "I had a bad day, and I am only twenty. I can't waste my life doing nothingpsmiles. "Ok, so go on with the rules?"

"Has to be your bed," I start, receiveing a groan. "And it can't be after ten,"

He shrugs. "I like to cuddle at the end."

I crinkle my nose. "Fine."

"K good. Anything else priss?"

"No?" I say thinking.

He takes off his white T-shirt with a grin. "We should begin now."

I laugh and he sits ontop of me on the couch, pulling my shirt off over me and undoing my bra with one of his hands. I arch my back up and let his other hand hold the v of my neck. He slams his lips into mine, sending a small shock into my body. Why wasn't this so awkward?

Grabbing onto his curls, I pull him closer to me and deepen the kiss. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, and I let him wrestle his way into my mouth, fighting him with my tongue. He wins though.

He massages my boobs with his hands as he still kisses me, and I let out a small groan. He looks up and laughs at how easily pleased I am. I roll my eyes and let his laughter die down. He's so annoying. Harry unbuckles my pants and slides them down my legs, throwing them across the room. Harry's pants had a big bulge sticking out, and my insides went a little fuzzy.

Tonight was gonna be quite different.