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Why he lowkey standing like Shane Dawson - I make myself cry sometimes

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Why he lowkey standing like Shane Dawson - I make myself cry sometimes. Also I had a dream where he died and I couldn't believe it, but it's fine. He posted EHEHEH. Got my dance assessment tomorrow and I'm deffo failing ahaha I love LIFE! 😐

Harry Kirton x reader

You absolutely Harry, it was quite obvious. He didn't take sarcasm well and would snake about you to the teacher, causing you to get in trouble.

He sat next to you in a couple of lessons, and it annoyed you like hell. You didn't deserve to sit next to a kiss-ass nerd.

You wanted to sit with your own mates and listen to Blur or The Arctic Monkeys but no, you were stuck next to a goodie two-shoes.

He made it his mission to make your highschool life a living hell and you were determined to get revenge. So you became more annoying and you ended up getting in more trouble.

"Hey Harry, you got the Biology answers?" You asked him, patting him on the arm many times, just to get him to answer your pesting.

"Harry. Harry. Harry." You repeated, pulling on his arm tightly.

"Will you get off my arm?" He snapped, yanking it away from you.

"Calm down, I only need help with Science." You grimaced. He turned towards you and sighed.

"Do wanna come around mine tonight, I can help you then." He mumbled, finally listening to you for once.

You stared in shock and nodded, you didnt talk to him throughout the rest of the tutor, you were too dumbfounded to speak.

He finally gave into you and agreed to help. Tutor had finished and you didn't even catch his address.

You knew your friend would know it though, she was a bit of a stalker of everyone she knew in the school. She just seemed to be surrounded by gossip and you were thankful for it.

You turned up at his house and knocked on his door.

It opened slowly and a head peered out, you tilted your head with a warm smile plastered across your face.

"Hi." You greeted as Harry's face peered out. He groaned seeing your face and opened the door wider. You continued your bright smile as he let you inside his house.

"Your parents home?" You ask, looking around his home. It was beautiful, light shining clearly through the windows and everything was clean.

"No, they're at work." He muttered, guiding you through his house to his darker but clean room.

It was a very stereotypical room and wasn't surrounded by aliens as you imagined but it was covered in magazines, like skater magazines and model aesthetics. It was utterly priceless.

"Your room is so nice!" You shrieked, gazing around the room before being yanked onto the bed. "Woah, take me out first." You teased as he dropped your arm from his hand in disgust.

"Right, what do you need help with?" He asked, getting on with the work.

But you just couldn't help but stare at his lips the whole time. He looked ravishing and you couldn't help but drool a little.

"Y/n, stop drooling over me and listen." He ordered, gripping your chin between his fingers. You gulped slowly as he smirked.

You just kept getting hotter in your cheeks and were becoming more flustered. Your mouth dropped open as you gazed at him blankly.

He stopped talking and shoved the books to the side and they all dropped off the bed with a loud bang.

He eyed you for a second before leaning into you. His lips catching yours in a blissful kiss.

Your breathing stopped and you leaned in further into his kiss. You grinned slightly and pulled yourself up onto your knees.

Harry placed his hands on your waist pulling you closer so your legs were straddling his legs. You placed your heads at the base of his neck and angled his head up so his lips would stay connected to yours.

Harry, pulled you impossibly closer and decided to switch positions so you were now laid against the bed. His hands were wandering up your shirt and were now rested on your bare waist.

The two of you continued to do the unimaginable and ended the night with a peaceful dream. You were glad it had happened, or you wouldn't have found the love of your life.

Would you guys like a smutty extension to this, my friends are writing that type for stuff and want me to try it out, so let me know!!!!

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