*WARNING This story is very graphic and sexual reader discretion is advised* ''Remember when I said those feeling I had for you were gone?'' Harry whispered into my ear his lips brushing against my neck. ''Y-Yeah'' I whispered. ''I lied'' He says before turning me around and forcefully kissing me. It shocked me at first but eventually I gave in moving my lips in sync with his. ''I want you'' I whispered into his ear. ''I want you too trust me. I want you so much it hurts, but I can't, management wants me with Kendall'' He says. I push him onto my bed before climbing up and straddling him. ''Just think of me as your... Dirty little secret'' I say with a smirk dancing on my lip before reconnecting our lips.

It seems to me that just about everyone born in this century has no appreciation for words and their meanings. This bothers me a lot. The majority of popular music that I've heard on the radio is...well...meaningless. Sure, it's fun and relaxing, but once that fades away, what do you have to contemplate or relate to? I'm pretty sure that most people can't relate to partying all night, living in expensive houses, or having access to the finer things in life. I just think that words should be used in a more meaningful way. I like things that make me think. At the time we need to think the most, there is no stimulus. It's all empty.

Nothing lasts forever, especially "friends."