Being American When You're Asian

Being American When You're Asian

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"What are you?" Harry asked with his face full of disgust. Whats up with this dude? Havent he ever saw anyone like me before? Or should I say, an Asian? "I'm an organism, sir. Havent you seen anyone like yourself?" with a shocked face, I raised a brow at him. Gosh this dude has some serious issues. How could he ask me "that" kind of question? Its very rude for me. And whats up with being Asian? I'm still human, theres no difference. "Dont play with me, ugly. You're from a different place huh?" HOW DARE HE CALLED ME UGLY. WHO IS THIS LITTLE BRAT THAT THEY CALL "MR POPULAR", HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE MANNERS! HOW COULD HE BE POPULAR. Talk about major turn off. "Isnt it obvious?" I heaved a sigh, having pity with this little boy who doesnt even know anything. Maybe he was locked up in a huge castle when he was younger. Aww, what a pity. Poor brat, isnt he? "I'am just Asian, thats why I kind off differ from you Americans." I explained to him really slow, nodding my head so that his puny brain may be filled with little knowledge. "I hate Asians. Especially you." without another word, this dumb ass walked away from the schools hall. "RACIST MUCH!?" I yelled at him, not caring of other people around me, maybe thinking that I'm a physco or something. ----- Note: The Harry in here is not Harry Styles. But since sometimes I do imagine this Harry to be Harry Styles, so maybe you could do the same :D enjoy!
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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

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