-Max-
It was one hectic night.
Apparently Harry wasn't use to being on the bottom, and either was I. It took a lot on convincing to get him to bottom, and even when I got him on bottom, I was still the one with a di*k up my ass. He was too tempting and he made me horny. He was one sexy mother fucker as well.
Very good in bed.
"So, who was your friend?" He asked me, out of breath.
"What?" Who has sex with someone and then asks about their friend? Oh hell no. The bitch in me came out and I told the mother fucker off.
"You took me to your place- fucked me- and now you're asking about my friend? Who does that? You're an asshole!" I griped. He just chuckled beside me, not fazed at all- and that really irritated me.
"I just asked. Jesus Christ I don't even know who you are- calm down." He was still laughing. I glared at the sexy boy in front of me before I sat up and began to get dressed.
"Just tell me his name."
"I knew you were starring at him that entire time." I grumbled.
"Matt, listen-"
"It's Max!" I was beyond furious now.
"Max, terribly sorry. Again, I am sorry, can you please just tell me the guy's name? Does he go to London University, UNI?" He asked me. I glared at the boy. Doesn't he knew any other colleges besides London University and UNI? By God.
"He does go to London University." I answered for him. Although he was correct I was still pissed at him for getting it right. Niall didn't want to go to UNI, or at least that's what he told me. Although I'm pretty sure he just didn't get accepted, they have a much better creative writing program, and Niall is a writer after all.
"What's his name?" He asked me again. I rolled my eyes- I was annoyed now. I just slept with him and it turns out he only wanted me to get to my friend.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Is he straight?" He asked me.
"No. He's the gayest guy I know."
"That's not possible." Harry scoffed. I scowled at him, my hands on my hips.
"What?" I asked him.
"You are by far the most girly man I know. You are the exact stereotype of a hormonal woman." He chuckled. I groaned and shook my head, slipping my shoes back on.
"Niall is much more girly than I- have you seen the way he sips his beer?"
"So his name is Niall?" Harry asked.
"What? I didn't say- shit."
Shit.
I've had a few.
What can I say?
-Niall-
I was walking to the parking lot when I saw a group of people surrounding my car. What was going on? I rushed over and pushed through the large group of people. A couple guys I didn't know were spray painting on my car.
Fag.
Queer.
Kill yourself faggot.
You're a sinner.
Go to hell.
God hates gay boys!
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