Slavery

Chapter 4

Dear friend, 

I walked through the door, a smile on my face as I made my way to the basement, setting my backpack down on the bed.

I pulled out my phone setting it on the nighstand, I didnt use my phone unless it was to text my aunt or call my moms voice mail when I felt alone because I enjoyed hearing her voice. 

I heard a knock at the door as I glanced into the mirror, standing up, running a finger through my hair as I let out a sigh, scurrying up the stairs, and opening the door to see a cheeky, tall, Harry Styles. 

He walked in as he engulfed me in a friendly hug, his hands resting on the small of my back for a moment.

We ended up in my bedroom as I sat criss cross on the bed and he did not hesitate to get compfortable, laying back, pulling a pillow to his chest as he watched me and we discussed the questions.

This happened for an awfully long time untill now. 

We finished the paper as I set it in my binder, moving it to the dresser, I laid on my stomach as I pulled out this journal. 

I began scribbling random pictures on the back page, A soft shiver coming from my lips as Harry's hands rubbed over my back slowly, making there way under my sweater, his finger tips against my bare skin as I closed my eyes.

I heard a soft chuckle come from him as he brushed his touch up and down my spine, closing his eyes once again, humming to the music that played before he opened his eyes once again.

"Tell me about yourself, Lou" 

I shrugged, mentioning the first things that came to my mind. Which I currently cant mention due to how intoxicated I am by Harry's touch.

Harry nodded slowly as he checked the time on his phone shifting up as he crawled off of the bed pressing a soft kiss to my back, before I pulled my sweater down, my back still warm from the heat that radiated off of Styles' palms onto my spine. 

He grabbed his bag, giving me one last glimpse as he spoke

"I'll see you this weekend, love" 

"Be ready"