P H O E B E
w e d n e s d a y
7 p m
"What did you do today?" Jack asked.
"Just worked from home." I looked away to hide the blush forming on my cheeks.
"Lucky for some." He sighs and I give him a tight smile, picking up his plate and taking it to the kitchen. I put the plates in the dishwasher, getting myself my glass of wine and making my way back to the living room, in which Jack had moved to the sofa.
Jack had moved to the sofa, and on that exact sofa was a condom wrapper.
My jaw drops and stood, not knowing what to do. Jack hadn't noticed, since he was sat on his phone. At this moment in time, I was glad he always had his eyes glued to his phone.
He yawns, throwing his phone to the side and stretching his arms in the air.
I put my glass of wine down and rush to the couch, sitting on his lap.
"Stressful day?" I pout at him, pinching his cheeks between my fingers.
"Mmhm. So tired." He rolls his head back and I kiss down his neck.
"You need a treat then?" I kiss his neck and he hums.
"I do. Phoebe I'm so sorry for last night, I was moody and an arsehole. You want me to make it up to you?" He grabs my backside and I flinch, my cheeks sore from Harry earlier on the day.
"No, no." I answer quickly, not wanting him to see my red raw arse. "All about you." I kiss him, and whilst I kiss him I think about how I'm going to grab this condom wrapper.
"Not on the sofa." He mumbles, and my mind flashes back to Harry fucking me from behind, over the pristine white sofa.
"How about I meet you upstairs?" I kiss him again and he nods. "I'll quickly clear up the kitchen and I'll meet you in bed." I kiss his cheek and move off his lap to the side of him, shuffling back so I was sitting on top of the wrapper.
I had all day to tidy, yet I didn't see the most important thing.
"Okay, baby. You're too good for me." He leans over and kisses me and I grab his shoulder.
Moving away from his lips, I nervously laugh, "okay, I'll meet you upstairs."
Jack nods and stands, making his way towards the staircase. Once he had disappeared upstairs, I grab the condom wrapper from underneath me and run to the kitchen.
Raiding through the bin, I hide it inside another wrapper, tucking it as far down as I could and breathing. I'll make sure to take that out later.
After tidying up the kitchen, I sigh.
Now I have to go suck my own boyfriends dick, because of that.
Who am I turning into?
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t h u r s d a y
1 1 : 3 0 p m
Like every week, Harry's house has a party. And like every week, it was unnecessarily loud.
To: Harry
Pls turn your music down. Just a tad. For me :)
I left him a text, fully aware that he is probably busy and won't answer me.
Jack was sound asleep next to me and I lie looking at home.
I'm so not in love with him.
I'm the arsehole I've always hated, I've always hated cheaters and I now am one.
I also drop Lola a text.
To: Lola
Hey, haven't seen you in a while! You free tomorrow night? Last minute - I need to speak to you. And I need advice
Almost instantly, I receive a reply.
From: Lola
Always, sugar! Go to our usual bar?
Our usual bar was called 'Neon Martini', which says it in the name. We loved it because it was so aesthetically pleasing, had happy hours and was just genuine fun.
To: Lola
8pm sharp;) love u
From: Lola
Love u more xxx
Rolling over, I sigh and stare at the ceiling. Harry was something else... he was not only hot, fucking sexy actually and great in bed - he was also loving, friendly, funny. Annoying, but I loved that.
But then I realise, he's probably just in it for the sex. I rub my hand over my face. I was so dumb, Harry would never like me that way.
I myself don't even like him that way! Actually, this was something I was unsure of. I've only known him a couple weeks, and I can't say I know an awful lot about him.
Apart from the fact his dick treats me so well.
Deciding to discuss this with Lola tomorrow, I put in my earbuds and attempt to block out the music with the thoughts running through my mind.
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3 : 4 0 a m
I wake up when my phone buzzes, squinting as I read the message from Harry.
From: Harry
pretty I'm sorry
I can't see staigh
Forgive me? Meet me?
The music was quiet now, only a few voices across the street but it sounded as if they were packing the night up.
To: Harry
Drink water and go to bed
From: Harry
omg she's mad at me
Please don me mad at me
I like to be with or with around you. Don't leave me
Even if my cocks not inside you I wanna be with you
I blush and turn to see if Jack was still sleeping, which of course he was.
To: Harry
No, I have work tomorrow. Get to bed now, naughty boy
From: Harry
I love it when you call me a naughty boy. It makes me feel good
Call me? We can discuss more.
;)
I bite my lip, but decide against it.
To: Harry
No Harry. I'll speak to you tomorrow morning
From: Harry
Sorry :( miss you already
To: Harry
I think I miss you too.
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PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)
Fanfiction'party up the street and you know what happens after dark' Phoebe meets Harry, the boy from the party up the street. That's where the sexual tension starts.
