you and harry had a nasty falling out that ended with harsh words and many loose ends, but that doesn't stop either of you from craving one another. so as you're settling in for a nice long night of self pleasure, he comes over and shows you how much better you'd feel with someone else touching you instead.
"Fuck!" "Styles, this was never the plan" Louis yells, holding the terrified girl in his arms. "Don't you think I know that?" "So kill her already!" "I can't!" "Why not?" "I don't fucking know!" I spit ------------------------------------------------------ Harry Styles has never had a problem with violence. In fac...
It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...