It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon, and Bill was home alone, crying over One Direction until he heard his toilet flush. "Who's there?" Bill questioned, slowly walking over to his bathroom with a pillow in hand. "Don't worry, it's just me!" said a familiar british voice, "Who's 'me'?" Bill asked getting kinda peed off. Then, his bathroom door swung open to reveal none other than "Harry Styles!?!" Bill yelled in shock, "That's right, it's me! Harry!" Harry cheered. "Harry, what are you doing in my bathroom?" questioned Bill, remembering that he was just home alone a few minutes ago. "Oh I just had to use the loo." said Harry in his deep British accent, smiling at Bill, which Bill returned kindly. "But that doesn't explain how you got in my house Harry." said Bill, with a slight bit of concern. Harry looked down and blushed, "Well I also wanted to see you Bill." Harry said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice. "Why's that?" questioned Bill, once again. "So I could do this" Harry said, kissing Bill. Bill was shocked but kissed Harry back, soon they started making out and then had rough butt secks.
The End
