First Love // H.S.

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January 31, 2013

'We're hooking up with a random guy tonight, Liv, I'm telling you!' Maddie exclaims excitedly.

'I'm sort of dating Max Fischer now, remember?' I ask.
'He's fuckin' hot. I understand why you used to have a crush on him.' Maddie answers.
'I'm just glad that he changed over the years. He was disgusting when I had a crush on him.' I say. Maddie chuckles.

'Have you had sex with him yet?' She asks.
'Yeah, twice.' I answer.
'Is he good?' She continues.
'I guess... Harry-'

'No! That's a forbidden word!' Maddie calls out, making me startle a little.

'He's turning nineteen in three hours...' I quietly finish what I wanted to say.

'You don't care! He's no longer your boyfriend, he's Taylor's boyfriend.' Maddie says strictly.
'Thank you for reminding me, Maddie. I totally forgot.' I answer sarcastically and kind of annoyed. After I finish saying that, the doorbell rings.

'Max would be coming over, and apparently, he's feeling like coming early.' I mutter while rushing to get the door. I feel my heart skip a beat when I see Harry standing there instead of Max.

'Um, h-hi.' I stutter.
'Hi, love. I'm meeting up with Louis here.' Harry answers as if we're still dating.

'I swear, if you call me "love" one more time, I'm ending you.' I threaten. An annoying smirk takes place on Harry's face as he shamelessly checks me out and chews his gum.

'You going somewhere, love?' He asks then.
'Yes, I am. And it's not gonna be to your shitty birthday party.' I answer snappily.
'You look hot.' He tells. I scoff and attempt to slam the door shut, but Harry stops it and gets inside my house.

'Seriously, you look hot.' He repeats, subtly making me walk until my back is against the wall.

'I don't care about what you think of me, arsehole. Get away from me.' I say.
'You're hot without makeup too, but with this makeup you're wearing- You're straight up turning me on, love.' He continues, standing really close to me. I can even smell the familiar scent of vanilla I've missed so much.

'Well, you're turning me off, so I suggest you get the fuck away from me.' I protest.
'That's a lie, love. I know how to turn you on, and I'm doing it right now.' He replies, holding a certain tone in his voice. And that look in his eyes... It turns me on.

'You're not getting me back that easy, Styles.' I say. Harry laughs as he chews his gum in the most seductive way possible.

'I'm assuring you that at the ending of tonight, I will have fucked you again.' He tells then.
'Your ego is showing, Harry, and it's ugly. And you have a girlfriend.' I comment.

'Or you could just admit that-'
The doorbell brutally interrupts Harry. I push him away from me and open the front door. It reveals Max.

'Hey.' I say to him.
'Hi.' Max answers. He gets inside the house and sees Harry.

'What is One Erection boy doing here, love?' Max asks, looking at Harry as if he's some bag full of garbage.

'Who the fuck are you?' Harry asks, a jealous undertone in his voice.

'Max.' Max answers. Harry looks at me and then back at Max.

'Please don't tell me your last name is Fischer.' He speaks. Max gives him a surprised look.

'How'd you know my last name? Are you some sort of stalker, One Erection boy?' Max asks. Harry looks at me, slightly shaking his head.

'Disappointed in you, Tomlinson. You're still attracted to pervs.' He says then.
'She's eighteen, and I'm-'