Harry walked into the bedroom to see Connor laying on the bed. She was on her stomach, and had her head propped up with her right hand under her chin. Her left hand was on the keyboard of her laptop, which sat open in front of her, an empty word document on the screen.
Harry crept up behind her, and dug his fingers into her sides. She squealed and squirmed under him, her beautiful laugh echoing throughout the flat.
"Whatcha working on?" Harry asked when he finally let her free.
"Something for work," Connor mumbled.
"Oh, yeah, you gotta go do that thing where you get paid," he smiled.
"Yeah, that thing where I get paid," Connor mocked him.
"Those were the good ol' days, touring the world, singing, being told how to walk, fun times," he smiled and nodded.
"Oh, don't complain, all you had to do was use that pretty little voice of yours," she laughed and poked his neck.
"Um, ow," he said. She laughed.
"Well, why don't you have anything written down?" Harry asked, pointing to the blinking line.
"Because I can't think of anything. I have to have the review of this book in tomorrow, and I can't think of what to write about it! It was an awful book!" She complained.
"Well, then write that," he shrugged.
"But, oh, it was so much more than an awful book. It tore my heart out and then shoved it back in with great force," she laughed.
"Then write that," he said again.
"Yeah, 'cos people will pick up the book if I tell them I got my heart ripped out," she scowled at him.
"Okay, you need to loosen up," he said, and shut the laptop. He grabbed her hands and pulled her off the bed. He sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, the volume all the way up.
"Harry, I don't want to listen to your music," she laughed while he pulled her around the room.
"You hate me," he pouted, yet still changing the station. "Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon started playing.
"You know, I never would've thought this song would still be playing," she said, holding Harry's hands, and swaying to the oh's.
"Why not?" He stopped his lip syncing, and then resumed when he finished his question.
"I thought it was like one of those songs they play for five years and then it just dies," she shrugged.
"We did a cover to this," Harry whispered.
"One Direction?" She asked.
"No, Niall and the Potatoes," he snapped sarcastically.
The music became upbeat, and he took her hand above his head, and spun her around. She spread her arms out, and twirled around the room. He caught her in his arms again, and swayed with her.
"Can I hear it?" She hummed.
"Well, sure, if I can find it," he shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'd probably have to contact someone to lemme have a copy of it, I don't have a physical copy of it," he said.
"Oh," she whispered, and laid her head on his chest as they swayed to the music.
He kissed the top of her head, and whispered something she couldn't quite hear.
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Fanfiction"next time don't wear those damn shorts." I'm trying to make this as real as I possibly can. this will involve what actually goes on in a rape environment and the circumstances of the events--leading up to and following-- so that this community can...
