Irrevocable // Harry Styles

Irrevocable // Harry Styles

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“I'm your teacher – We can't do this” he panted; hot breath leaving in its wake, a trail across my bare skin. “Harry, if you don't want to, then all you have to do is stop” my fingers enclosed tightly, around the zip of his jeans. Brushing gently against his crotch. Taunting him, in a painful bliss, I slowly tugged the metallic object down to its end. His heavy lids fluttered, the lashes shadowing his green eyes. His tongue caressed his lower lip, glazing it with moisture, before the whites of his teeth tore down hard. He was losing every ounce of self control; beginning to unravel and revel in the moment. “I can't” he whimpered. The palm of his hand tightly gripped the lumber of my back. A simple action, that represented his return.
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We ran through the crowded, messy, but beloved streets of our city, Manhattan. He gripped my hand and pulled me further as we sprinted by stores, stands, and plenty of people. I tried to turn around to see if the cops had gained on us, but my head whipped back around to see a stroller straight ahead of me. I took a sharp left and barely dodged it. I could tell he needed a break, so we sprinted into an alley. In the middle of the deserted alleyway, he stopped and tried to quit panting. All of a sudden, I saw a bright blue uniform, two, on either end of the alley. The cops, dang. Each of them had a gun pointed straight at us. They slowly edged towards the two victims in the middle, which just happened to be me and him, but refused to lower their weapons. Harry looked furious. “Try me,” he teased at the cops. “THAT’S IT!” bellowed the one to my right. “You’d better try to shield yourself.” He got ready to pull the trigger. My heart started to race as fast as the bullet would come. I felt Harry’s hand tighten around mine. Just as I heard the gun fire, Harry threw his other arm around me and we crashed to the floor, and I blacked out.

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