Two producers comes to Brown University to start a reality tv date show after the school won the raffle for the #SaveTheChildren Project in the start of the school year.
Zayn Malik has a crush on Harry Styles.
Harry has a crush on his best friend, N...
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Chapter 39: He Snapped. (Part 2)
*Later that night*
"Harry, stop." I mumbled as he dragged me upstairs to his room.
He closed his room door, locking it and turned to me.
He bit his lip. "Lay down." He commanded.
My eyes widen. "What? Are you forgetting we are in a crowded house?"
Harry smirked. "I told you to stop teasing me. You caused this. Now be a good boy and lay down for me." He said walking in front of me. He gentle pushed me down on the bed with his finger. He walked back and fourth as he rubbed his thumb and pointer finger on his light stubble.
"What should I do with you? This punishment has been held off for too long. It has to happen."
I bit my lip. "Right now though?"
He nodded and walked over to his speaker. "I need to play music. I don't want anyone hearing us. Actually, maybe they do hmm? You want people to hear you moan for me baby?"
I gulped and shook my head. "I'm sure I won't be that loud."
Harry chuckled darkly. "Alright." He moves away from his speaker and walked in front of me. I sucked in a breath when he kneeled in front of me. He chuckled. "I'm just grabbing my suitcase from under my bed, relax."
I glared at him. "Shut up."
He put the suitcase on top of his dresser. "What's in that?" I asked.
"Helpful tools." He replied, not looking up at me.
"Helpful tools? What-"
"Shut up, Zayn." Harry said, looking up at me.
I glared at him. "Excuse me? Don't tell me to-" Before I could finish my sentence, he walked over to me.
"I just did. What are you going to do about it? There's no handcuffs on me this time Zayn, you have no leverage here." He said, smirking at my reaction.
"Whatever." I mumbled.
He opened his suitcase and began rummaging through it. "Ah, there it is." He said. He looked at his bed then back at me. "Yeah, nevermind. No time for that." He searched though his suitcase again and smiled. "Fuck yes." He pulled out a mini bag and placed it beside his suitcase.
He closed the suitcase and walked over to me, kneeled down and put it under his bed again.
I swallowed my spit and chew on my bottom lip, feeling anxious. "W-What are you doing?"
Harry got up and dusted his hands. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
I knitted my brows. "What? You're going to leave me alone in here?"
