"you can call me when you're lonely, when you feel like i'm your good time i'll be your temporary fix." - Temporary Fix.
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after many free drinks from harry last night i wake up with a heavy weight holding me down, i look down and see a head of curls laying on my chest. i freak the fuck out because what the fuck. i don't remember a fucking thing from last night, like not a goddamn thing. i bette don't have went home with some creep.
as i try to recover any memory from last night i feel the boy laying on my chest stir and move over an inch, as he does that i see my bare tits what the fuck did i get my self into. jesus christ, i hate myself. i see familiar tattoos. shit. i really fucked up last night.
i try and push the MASSIVE douche bag off of me, but he's like 5000000 fucking pounds. as i try my hardest to push him off of me he wakes up. i see harry furrow his brows as if he's just as confused as i am.
"what the fuck happened last night?" i asked with confusion in my voice.
"don't ask me i have as much of an idea as you." he says, i start covering myself up as much as i can. after i do that i see harry get up and put on these hot boxers that cling to his body that make him look hot as fuck. jesus.
i'm so fucked. like really 100% fucked. he's so hot, like i can't. AND i don't even remember the hot ass night with him last night so fuck. i'm actually gonna kill myself. like literally. i don't really know what to do right now.
harry stops getting dressed and looks at me. he's so goddamn hot omg. i'm really about to cry. he looks straight into my eyes and sighs, what the actual shit does that mean. he walks out of what i think is his bedroom. i go to follow his but realize i absolutely naked. shit.
i search for my dress and see it along with my underwear and bra. i put them on as fast as i can and grab my phone and shoes. i see 3 text messages from zayn and 73 from timothée. shit. as i walk out i see harry making breakfast.
"want some pancakes?" harry says making me blush.
"yeah of course, but can you tell me what the fuck happened last night?" i ask hoping for an answer to what we did last night.
"well we both got wasted and i'm pretty sure we had sex." harry says and i just nod stuffing pancakes into my mouth. as i do so i read all 73 messages from timmy mostly reminding me about fifty shades being on tv.
i gasp because holy shit, fifty shades is MY SHIT. i love that goddamn trilogy. christian could definitely get it. speaking of, my own christian grey was making me pancakes and i still had no idea of what happened last night.
"was the gasp about how good my pancakes are?" harry asked chuckling at his own joke.
"no, but fifty shades of grey was on tv last night and it made me miss home." i said back making me lokey sad and missing my best friend.
"what the fuck is homely about fifty shades of grey?" harry said making me laugh loudly.
"i used to watch it all the damn time with my best friend." i say back making him put his hand on my thigh which sent electricity through my whole body.
"do you think you could drive me home, i have my first shift at the record store." i say to him in i think a really low voice for no goddamn reason.
"yeah of course, you know your address?" he asks me, but i think he might know more than me.
"i think you would know better than me." i say knowing harry is one of zayn's best friends.
"what?" harry asks me furrowing his eyebrows.
"i'm anna, zayns little sister." as i said that he removed his hand from my thigh and looked at me with wide eyes.
"HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE KIDDING!" he suddenly screamed as he got his keys and led me to his car.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" i ask harry as i get into the open door, at least he's a gentleman.
"zayn always told us to stay away from you because apparently if you didn't know he's very protective over you." he says in more of a hushed tone.
"well i'm the ripe age of 11 if you couldn't tell." i say and can see harry crack a smile and put his hand back on my thigh and give me the reassurance i need. god he's so hot. nine eleven was bill nye the science guys fault.
"you know, he doesn't have to know about it." harry says eyeing me. I HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH.
"you are so right." i say to him seeing that we have pulled up to zayns house.
"oh anna, you know you can call me when you're lonely, you know that right?" harry says. i about fucking swooned when i heard that, omg. he's so cute.
"okay." i say with a smile. i just wanna squish his cute little cheeks. he's so cute i got around his to his door and he rolls down his window, not exactly knowing what i was about to do. i lean in for a kiss and meet his light pink ones.
i can feel his eyes burn holes into my back as i run up to my front door and push it open. i can tell my the sound of the house that gigi and zayn are still sleeping thank god.
timotoe: where are you i miss you.
christian grey's slut: went home with a hot guy.
timotoe: I KNEW THE HOT DRESS WOULD WORK GODDAMN MY LITTLE SLUT.
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