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The Ex [Harry Styles]
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MatureOngoing20m
Last published Sat, May 25, 2013
"Niall? I feel so awful for lying to you so I have to tell you what happened today," Anna blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the dining room.
Niall's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, love ?"
"I..I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today."
"And?"
Anna exhaled. "And we had sex.In the elevator."
There was a long silence before Niall smiled. "We'll work through this,babe. Dont worry."
"Work through this?" she spoke in disbelief. "How?How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again ,and again,and....." she trailed off, sighing.
It pained her to see Niall's hurt expression,but then again, it pained her to know that Harry had made her climax in that elevator more times than Niall had in their whole relationship......
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Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"
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