Motivation

Tag as sex, high school, teacher, oral

Request: Can someone do a oneshot where one of the boys (preferably Harry, Zayn, or Louis) are your sports coach (doesn’t matter what sport) and you’re doing really shitty at practice because you have a lack of motivation so he takes you to his office and gives you some….

          I was in a funk. Plain and simple. I didn’t want to do anything right now except crawl into bed and pretend I didn’t exist for the moment. But, I had responsibilities to uphold: theater, DECA, but most importantly volleyball. It was my senior year and I was captain. A lot was resting on my shoulders. Did I really want to endure that right now? No. Did I need to? Yes. I walked into the girls’ dressing room and began getting dressed.

“(Y/N), what’s up?” (Y/F/N) asked, leaning onto a locker.

“What? Nothing. Just out of it.” I replied.

“Well, better get back into it before Coach Malik yells at you.” (Y/F/N) replied, tying her shoes.

“Hope he’s not in a bad mood.” I muttered, scrunching my nose at the thought.

Luck was not on my side today. We began practice with suicides. The whistle he blew constantly began to give me a headache. By the time warm-ups ended, my forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat and my shorts were beginning to fold into my asscrack.

“Alright, this is our last game to qualify for states. We need to use all of our assets.” Coach Malik ordered, brushing a hand through his hair. He always seemed to do that when he was nervous.

“Alright, positions.” Coach Malik called out, clapping his hands in an attempt to make us hustle. I took my place in front of the net, waiting for the other half of our team to serve. When they did, it was all downhill for me. I missed multiple volleys and when it was my turn to serve, my aim was so off that I practically hit the net everytime. I couldn’t even spike the damn ball.

“(Y/N)!” Coach Malik shouted. I flinched and looked at him slowly. His jaw was clenched and he was gripping the clipboard very tightly.

“Sit out, you’re not playing in this game.” Coach Malik grunted.

“What?! Are you serious? You can’t—.” I started to say.

“I can and I will.” Coach Malik muttered, pointing to the chair. Fuck, damn it, I thought to myself. After an hour of me sitting in a folding chair resting my head in my hands, coach finally dismissed us. I sighed and headed towards the locker room along with the rest of the girls.

“Except for you, Ms. Miller.” Coach Malik said. I took a deep breath and faced Coach Malik with a smile faker than my stepmother’s new tits.

“Follow me.” He said, starting to walk to my office.

“Should I change first?” I asked, pulling the wedgie out of my butt.

“No, you’re fine.” He replied quickly. We stepped into his office and I sat in the comfortable seat while he stood in front of his desk, leaning back on it.

“(Y/N), what’s up with you today?” He asked with concern.

“My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday.” I blurted. It was true. We had been going out for a solid year. Then he just up and ended things.

“That’s no reason to be —.” Mr. Malik started to explain.

“And you know what the worst part is? The one thing I’ll miss is having sex with him. I mean, he doesn’t have a cock made by Zeus, but I loved that thing to death.” I ranted. I forgot I was in the presence of my volleyball coach and not one of my best friends. I looked up at him and noticed his hard gaze on me.

“You said his….penis….isn’t made by Zeus?” he asked. My jaw dropped.

“That is the only thing you got from my rant?” I asked.

“I want you to give me your honest opinion.” Mr. Malik said, starting to open his button up. His skin was scattered with multiple tattoos. His whole entire right arm was covered with ink. Two wings and a red painted kiss stood out as I roamed his torso. I stood up slowly and hesitantly walked over to him.

“May I?” I asked, bringing my hand up to his skin.

“Absolutely.” He replied, nodding his head. I rubbed his shoulder and trailed my hand slowly down his arm.

“Who is this?” I asked, my hand landing on a girl wearing a beanie. She was wearing a peace shirt with a jean jacket over top. Her hip bones were very prominent and the tattoo stopped at the top of her thighs.

“My ex-girlfriend.” Mr. Malik replied.

“Mr. Malik, why are you showing me this?” I asked.

“Please, call me Zayn.” He replied, his breath blowing down my neck. He reached around and rested his hand on my ass. He squeezed it before guiding me towards him. My front pressed into his hard-on and I moaned involuntary.

“Mr.—Zayn. We can’t.” I murmured, getting frightened but turned on at the same time.

“It’s legal.” Zayn said, kissing the shell of my ear. A shiver rolled through me as I turned my face to his. His brown eyes stared deep into my mine before he leaned in to kiss me. His chapped lips met mine before pulling back, biting my bottom lip and bringing it with him. He let it snap back into place before placing another hand on my bum and bringing us closer. He licked his lips before placing his lips back on mine. My hands rested on his defined pectoral muscles as he stood up. Keeping his hands on my body, he turned us around and lifted me up, placing me on his desk. He leaned me back before rolling his hips into me. I let my head roll back from his lips and I moaned loudly.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet for me, baby.” Zayn whispered in my ear before he trailed kisses from my lips to my neck.

“Well, you gotta stop doing that if you want me to.” I chuckled, my hands going into his soft black hair. I pulled him back up to my lips so he could muffle my moans.

“God, if I don’t get you out of these clothes right now, I’ll rip them off of you.” Zayn groaned, standing up to pull my spandex down. I was commando because that just helped me out better with volleyball. It was a natural thing. I didn’t think that it would be better in the long run…maybe. When Zayn saw this, he whistled.

“Damn if I had known about this.” He murmured, falling onto his knees. He carefully separated my folds with his fingers before taking a long swipe with his tongue. I covered my mouth to muffle the long awaited moan to come out of my mouth. My other hand reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. That gave an indication for him to keep going. He groaned in an animalistic manner before pulling me closer to the edge and devouring me. I yelped in surprise before clutching the edge of the desk, my nails creating crescent marks. His hands trailed up my body and reached under my sports top to grasp my breasts.

“Zayn…I-I-I can’t.” I stuttered, my core starting to quiver.

“Give it to me.” Zayn groaned. With his voice vibrating through me and his stubble tickling me, I jolted as I came, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“No, let me hear you.” Zayn muttered, not stopping.

“Oh my…” I shouted, squealing as I tried to get away.

“You aren’t going anywhere, love.” Zayn growled, standing up and pulling down his pants. He quickly sat me up, turned me around, and bent me over on the desk. He lightly slapped his cock on my ass. I sighed as he filled me up, making me arch my back.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Zayn groaned. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. They would squeeze my ass, reach around to fondle my breasts, pull me back on him by my shoulders, wrap his hands into my loose ponytail and pull my head back. He couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. I tried to keep as quiet as possible, small whimpers coming out of my mouth. I had to admit, his penis was shaped by Zeus. It made me fall apart in all sorts of ways. And I could not stop coming.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Zayn grunted, pulling out. He pulled up my shirt and I felt a milky liquid on my lower back. I sighed as I slowly started to stand back up.

“Here, I have some napkins in my drawer, let me wipe your back.” Zayn said, his voice sounding lazy. He walked around his desk, still naked and pulled a napkin out of his desk. He walked back around and made sure you get all of it off my back.

“So…” I mumbled, pulling on my spandex.

“So, the next time you need a cock made by Zeus, you know who to come to.” Zayn winked, pulling up his pants.

“Thank you, Zayn.” I smiled, resting my hand on his shoulder.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Zayn smiled, kissing my cheek. He nuzzled it and caressed my cheek before bringing my lips to his once again. Our tongues lazily intertwined together before we parted.

“Get outta here.” Zayn chuckled before swatting my bum. I yelped as I walked out the door, laughing and feeling ten times better than I did when I first walked in. Zayn was nothing like my ex-boyfriend, and if he wanted to keep doing this, I would gladly let him galvanize me.

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Threesome with Larry?

This is my first time writing anything like this, and English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Also, I’m sorry if it’s kinda long! 

Could I PLEASE remain anonymous? 

Tags: Larry, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Hotel room, game, truth or dare, threesome, eat out, rough, cheeky, sex, dirty, boy pov, kinky, anal, tease, jealous, friends, friends with benefits, drunk

|| h a r r y ||
Me, Louis and (Y/N) decided to play a little game of Truth or Dare. The other lads and (Y/B/F) went to bed earlier, so it was just the three of us and the alcohol left. We started off the game by doing a few simple warm up dares, but eventually… we started getting bolder and well… friskier.
I cleared my throat as Louis dared me to take a body shot off of (Y/N)’s breasts. After removing her shirt without putting up much of a fight, she sat on the floor between the two of us as Lou placed a shot glass brimming with sour tequila in between her breasts. Being as (Y/N) was rather busty, the little glass was nestled in her cleavage quite snuggly. She sat up on her knees so that we were the same height, and I couldn’t help but stare at the little shot glass.   
(Y/N) put the lime in her mouth and a line of salt just below her collar bone. To say I was excited was an understatement, I was busting at the seams. I hesitated for just a moment, staring down at this beautiful girl in front of me. She rose her eyebrow at me, as if taunting me to take the body shot.
I was drawn from my thoughts as I heard Louis’ voice, “Take the shot. mate… or I’ll do it for ya,” he commented bluntly, staring at (Y/N) hungrily as well.
I immediately snapped back into the moment, leaning over (Y/N) and slowly bringing my lips down to her neck, I playfully let them trail down until I was at her collar bone; without any more hesitation, I touched my tongue to her skin, sliding my tongue over the salty granules, doing a thorough job of clearing them from her body. My hands slowly grasped her hips as to steady myself and I let my fingers travel dangerously low to her backside.
Her breath hitched as I hovered over her body, meeting her piercing blue eyes for a brief moment before making my to her chest. My hands roamed her body, making their way to her beautifully toned stomach, where I gripped her tightly. I buried my face into her cleavage, nuzzling my nose against her smooth skin, I went intentionally slow as I wrapped my lips around the edge of the shot glass. The part of my lips that managed to touch her skin were scorching as I adjusted the shot glass in my mouth and tilted my head back. The harsh liquor rushed down my throat, but the burn was worth it as I continued to keep a grip on her hips, subtly caressing her skin with my thumbs.
I could feel Louis’ eyes on us, and seriously wanted to thank him for this dare. I brought my head back to an upright position as I felt her take the shot glass from my mouth and toss it carelessly to the floor. She smiled at me with the lime wedge between her teeth and I slowly brought my face closer to hers as the sour taste of the tequila polluted my tongue.
My nose traced along her jaw line before I moved to her lips. The scent of her skin made my senses tingle, mixed with the lime that was waiting at her lips.
Slowly, I brought my lips to hers, sucking on the lime as she held it in between her teeth. After teasing me for a moment, she finally released the fruit so that it was fully in my mouth, however, I was still a bit entranced by the feeling of her lips against mine.
I turned my head slightly, aiming toward Louis as I shot the lime in his direction before eagerly bringing my lips down once again to brush against hers. Her bright eyes looked at me curiously as our lips moved in sync, but they slowly slipped shut as she wound her fingers into my hair, tugging gently, pulling me down to the floor so that I was almost lying on top of her. 
I held my hand against her cheek as I explored her mouth with my demanding tongue. After a few moments, I could hear Louis clearing his throat, causing me to reluctantly remove my lips from hers and sit back with a sheepish grin on my face. 
"Hey, why’d you stop?" she pouted, I watched as her chest heaved up and down due to her quickened breathing after our kiss. 
Her eyes looked lustful as she nibbled on her bottom lip, watching me as I continued to back away. She propped herself up on her elbows, her bra strap had begun to slip off of her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice, or care enough to fix it. 
"Just being fair, love," I said with a cheeky smile, nodding my head at Louis, "Can’t leave Louis out to just watch all the fun," I winked. 
 
Her eyes darkened a shade as they met with Louis’. The alcohol that was flowing through our veins was enough to throw inhibitions to the side, at the moment, I felt like Louis and I had an agreement of sorts. We could share her… for tonight, if she’d allow it, we could both have her. Although the thought of doing such a thing would normally make me feel uncomfortable, right now, it was exactly what I wanted. 
 
I hopped up from the ground as I grabbed a cup and filled it with ice from the ice maker. I came back to the living room to see Louis and (Y/N) still staring at one another, as I entered the room, they dropped eye contact to look at me curiously. 
 
I smirked as I looked down at the ice, “Ok… you guys have to melt an ice cube, using only your mouths,” I said with a cheeky grin as I picked up a piece of ice and pressed it to (Y/N)’s lips. She slowly sat up, getting onto her hands and knees as she crawled close to Lou. 
 
Louis met her lips with no hesitation, and I saw (Y/N) smiling into the kiss as they traded the ice cube back and forth between their mouths. There was an occasional slurping that I heard as I watched on, longing resonating in my veins. Although I wish I was in Lou’s place at the moment… I was getting strangely turned on by just watching the two of them. Is this weird? Shouldn’t I be grossed out or something? How much did I drink tonight? This can’t be normal. As I heard Jet release a small moan, I decided I really didn’t give a shit.  This  was hot.  She  was hot… and I was ready to see what the rest of the night would bring. 
 || l o u i s ||  
As (Y/N) slowly crawled toward me, holding the ice cube between her teeth, she smirked playfully as her face drew closely to mine. I immediately captured her lips in mine and felt the cool, refreshing chill of the ice cube as her warm lips feverishly attacked my own. We were both sitting on our knees, but I decided I needed to be closer to her, so without warning she let out a little squeal as I swiftly picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, making her sit on my lap. 
I was on fire as I felt my hands caressing the bare skin of her back, only her bra strap interrupting the smoothness. My fingers lingered on the clasp for a moment as I waited for her to object, however, she just smiled wickedly at me. The ice cube had grown significantly smaller, but was still present, she had it in her mouth, making her cheek poke out as she turned to look at Harry, who happened to have an extremely lustful expression. 
 
After he realized that she was motioning toward him to come over, he quickly crawled up to us, sitting on his knees behind her. She leaned back, ice cube still in her mouth and looked at him seductively; after a few moments, Harry got the hint, bending his head down so that his lips tangled with hers. They swapped the ice cube back and forth, all the while, (Y/N) was still straddling my hips and my hands were still resting against her bra clasp.  
It didn’t even feel like we were playing a game anymore; I watched on, my mouth hanging open slightly as I stared in awe at (Y/N)’s beautifully exposed neck. She was leaning back so that she was almost kissing Harry upside-down and I felt myself getting more excited by the second. A moan slipped through her lips, immediately breaking me out of my trance; I leaned forward pressing my lips to her throat, sucking her skin in between my teeth, nibbling gently. 
 
I met Harry’s eye for a moment, and noticed the subtle nod he gave me, as if agreeing that this was definitely an opportunity we should take. I felt for this girl, and I could tell he did too, I’m not sure if it’s love… but I know we both want her. When it came to (Y/N), I never knew what I was going to get. She was so open to trying new things, from having sex with her in a stairwell to fingering her under a blanket in front of our friends, to a threesome. Well… that escalated quickly. I licked the top of her chest once more, tasting the remnants of the salt she’d placed along her collar bone during Harry’s dare. The taste seemed to add to my excitement for some reason and I moved my lips down her throat until my face was nuzzled in her breasts, casing her to tremble slightly in anticipation. 
 
This is breaking all of the rules that society has tried to instill in our minds, but maybe for tonight… we could forget about what’s wrong and what’s right. Maybe tonight we could both make her happy, and we’ll deal with reality in the morning. 
 
 || (Y/N) ||  
 
The amount of alcohol I had been consuming all night was giving me a feeling of invincibility. I know I was behaving more boldly than was typical of me, I could see it in Louis eyes as I stradled him, pushing my chest against him, and nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck. He stiffened slightly and I looked up to give him a questioning gaze; when I tried to catch his eye, he seemed to be focusing on someone else, someone behind me. 
 
Like I said, the alcohol was turning my reservations to zero and throwing all of my inhibitions out the window. So when I felt the presence of someone behind me, I wasted no time in leaning backward in order to connect my lips with his. I was only in my bra, I could feel Louis’ hands gripping my hips tightly as he subtly ground his crotch against mine, the gentle sensation stealing a breath from my lungs and a moan from my lips. 
 
I turned slightly, my lips still attached to Harry’s, and felt a shiver as Harry or Lou, I’m not exactly sure which, ran their finger underneath my bra strap, resting their fingertips upon the clasp. There was hesitation in their movements, and by this point I realized it was Lou because Harry was using his hands to gently grip my face as his mouth passionately explored my own. 
I pulled away for a brief moment, smirking as I saw Harry’s pout and faced Louis, “It’s okay,” I whisper reassuringly. The courage running through me because of the alcohol is the reason I was letting this happen, the strange thing was, I knew it was happening, I felt slightly weird about it… but I did NOT want it to stop. No matter how much I battled within my mind, trying to convince myself to end what was happening, I couldn’t. I wanted it too much… I wanted THEM too much… both of them… and in all honesty, I’d never had a threesome before, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. 
 
Any other time it felt like I was choosing one over the other, but tonight… tonight felt different. They seem to have come to a mutual understanding, and I felt slightly guilty that this might be weird for them, but I was too selfish to stop. If they weren’t going to stop, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to. 
 
Louis easily flicked his finger, unhooking the bra clasp and slowly slid the straps down my arms, leaving me completely exposed. Harry had taken to leaving me love bites along the back of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my shoulders and across my back. My eyes locked with Louis, his eyes were smoldering as they studied me; slowly drifting lower, I watched as his eyes studied my lips, then felt a warmth in my belly as I watched him stare blatantly at my breasts, licking his lips quickly, lust coming off of him in waves. 
 
I was still straddling him and Harry was still sucking on my neck, so Lou placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder to stop him, before standing up causing me to buckle my legs around his waist as he turned toward hallway, steadily making his room into the back bedroom. At first Harry’s eyes darkened and he looked laced with aggravation, but I reached out, grabbing his hand to pull him along behind us. My eyes never left his and I shuddered as I watched him absentmindedly suck his bottom lip in for a few seconds, nibbling it lightly before releasing it again.  
Louis laid me on the bed, as he climbed along on top of me. His hands traveled up my body, followed closely by his lips. My hand was still holding Harry’s as my back hit the mattress. I stretched my arms up over my head, feeling vulnerable to these two boys, but trusting them with my body much more readily than I was willing to trust them with my heart. 
 
I felt Harry grasp my other hand, holding them together as he pressed them down to the mattress. His green eyes were traveling my body and I looked up to meet Louis’ blue eyed stare when I felt him sitting on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips as he leaned down to my ear, “Do you want this… is this what you want?” he whispered in a thick voice, allowing his lips to brush my ear gently. 
 
My words were trapped in my throat, and all I was able to utter out was a jagged moan of approval as his hands found their way to my chest, massaging my breasts, teasing me. I looked up at both boys who were hovering over me, and watched them as they looked at one another; they seemed to be having a silent conversation and I watched on curiously as they seemed to come to a mutual agreement. In the blink of an eye, Louis’ had climbed off of me and was backing away; I was about to jump up in protest, but felt the resistance Harry was causing when he never released my arms from over my head. 
 
I watched as Louis walked toward the door, feeling anxious that he was leaving, though I may have been drunk, I was still very aware of what was happening. I struggled for a second under Harry’s grip, and immediately relaxed as I watched Louis close the door smoothly and felt a little thrill when I heard the popping sound the lock made as he pushed it into place. 
 
The atmosphere was a bit awkward at first, I mean we’re not porn stars, so we weren’t exactly sure on how to go about getting started, however things slowly began to fall into place. I was lying in the middle of the bed, half naked with Harry restraining my wrists and Louis slyly reaching his hands up my skirt. His warm fingertips crept up my thighs as he grabbed a hold of my underwear, pulling them down with ease. Harry leaned over, finally releasing my wrists as I felt him gently fondle one of my breasts as he pressed his lips to mine. 
 
We immediately deepened the kiss, and I placed one of my hands into his hair, tugging the curls gently as I felt Louis unbutton  my skirt and begin to slide it down my hips. I smiled into Harry’s kiss as I heard the woosh of the piece of clothing and the plop it made when it hit the ground as Louis hastily threw it over his shoulder. 
 
I couldn’t believe I was lying here, beneath these two beautiful men. Two guys that I had always joked about f*cking with friends, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine what was taking place right now. Seriously, what is air? I’d really like to know. 
 
"You’re so f*cking beautiful," Louis whispered as I felt his hands travel up my thighs once more, and I gasped when they made contact with my most sensitive area. He rubbed me gently for a few minutes, causing my to wriggle my hips against his fingers, and then I all but yelled out when I felt the hot breath of his mouth as if fanned against my center. 
Harry’s lips had left mine at this point to kiss along my neck once more, and he still gripped and massaged my breasts as he nipped and sucked at my skin. My eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to comprehend the four hands that were touching me, groping me… teasing me. I sighed breathily as Louis warm tongue flicked across me, delving and exploring my body in entirety as I continued to wriggle around in pleasure. I bit my lip in order to keep the sounds threatening to tear out of my throat under control. 
I had to find something to do with my hands, I just had to or I was going to start screaming at the waves of bliss flooding my body due to Louis’ expert tongue and Harry’s roaming hands.  
I took a second to focus on my surroundings, Louis was between my legs and Harry was kneeling on the ground over the edge of the bed, plastering wet, scorching kissing along the parts of my body he could reach. My eyes darted between the two of them in awe, how they attempted to stay out of one another’s way in order to work together to make this as comfortable for me as possible. 
 
I turned slightly, locking my thighs around Lou’s head so that he was pretty much my prisoner, but he didn’t seem the least bit bothered as he continued working on me down below, adjusting his position so that he was comfortable. As I turned, Harry began to stand up and I gripped his shirt tightly, trying to get him to tug it over his head. I’m not going to be the only naked one… damn boys think they can get the chick naked and then prance around fully clothed? Sorry, no. 
 
As Harry pulled his shirt over his head, my fingertips immediately reached for the buckle of his jeans; undoing the button and pulling the zipper town quickly, I looked up at him, hinting at him to pull his pants down, and he quickly obliged. 
 
Within a matter of moments, the realness of the situation grew, as Harry was now standing next to the bed, just as nude as I was, “Come here,” I demanded in a whisper as I placed my hands on either side of his hips and tugged his hesitant body toward me. 
 
Before he could object, I took his width into my hand, pumping it up and down for a few moments before opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around the hard shaft. Harry made a choking noise which almost made me laugh, as I began sliding my lips up and down him. He leaned over the side of the bed, resting one of his hands over my head and the other across my body so that he could steady himself as I moved him in and out of my mouth. I smiled as I heard him slipping little mumbled curses under his breath, obviously very turned on by the situation. 
 
Louis nestled in even more deeply between my thighs and I felt my body trembling at the sensations he was bestowing up on me. It was a sweet torture, he’d bring me to the edge by continuing one move, then as my moans grew frequent and quick, giving myself away, he’d immediately change the direction and speed of his tongue. So, although he was being a bastard, it was the most amazing foreplay I’d ever been subjected to. I continued working on Harry as I felt Louis’ hands sneak up my body, cupping my breasts tightly, leaving teasing sensations in that area as well. 
 
I could feel Harry’s body tensing as I continued to grip his hips tightly, and he continued thrusting into my mouth. “Ugh, I’m going to come, Jet,” Harry warned me as I felt his member begin to pulse as it struck the back of my throat repeatedly. He pulled out immediately, finishing on the sheets that were hanging over the edge of the bed, groaning enthusiastically as he took his hand and stoked my cheek softly. He got down on his knees so that he was level with me and rested his chin on the bed so that our noses were touching slightly. 
 
He smiled warmly at me, before tilting my chin up to meet his lips, rewarding me with a wet, needy kiss. Once his mouth released mine, I touched my finger to my bottom lip, knowing they were probably passion bruised, based on how red and swollen Harry’s looked at the moment. That had been the most intimate thing Harry and I had done thus far, and the nice thing was even though Lou was obviously there as well, it still felt very intimate with Harry. 
 
I felt Louis climbing up from between my legs, and I shivered as his hot breath closed around one of my breasts, and he began sucking gently; Harry took his hand to swipe a stray piece of hair away from my forehead, and I smiled at him as I stretched my arms downwards, fumbling with the buckle of Louis’ jeans, being as he was the only one who was still clothed. 
 
In a sexy maneuver, I watched as Louis held himself up on one hand, reached back over his head to grip the back of his tee shirt, and tugged it roughly over his head in one swift motion. His hair was sticking up and I immediately began running my hands through it, pulling gently as he stared down at me. The boys made a silent agreement to switch positions, and I was startled as I felt strong hands pick me up and spin me around. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was facing Harry. Seriously… they seemed pretty good at this threesome situation… was this something they did regularly.. or…?  
Harry was standing next to the bed holding me tightly against him as my legs wrapped around his waist. I wiggled against him; I could feel that I was really wet, and that was probably thanks to Louis. I looked over my shoulder to see Lou, kicking his pants into the corner of the room, and gulped when he tugged down his boxers, not bashful at all about the situation. 
 
"You two seem extremely comfortable with this," I commented as Harry bent his head forward, connecting his lips to the sensitive flesh of my neck and I leaned my head back as I moaned out a few expletory words. I felt two more hands snake around my torso, immediately groping my breasts. Harry’s hands were holding me up against him, and squeezing my bum, so I relaxed backward, falling into Louis’ arms. 
 
"Well, love, you only live once right? May as well get the ‘hot kinky threesome’ kicked off the bucket list," Louis quipped as he withdrew me from Harry’s arms, only to turn around and playfully toss me onto the bed. 
 
"Louis!" I pouted as the two of them quickly swarmed me. Not that I was complaining though. Louis positioned himself at the head of the bed, and after leaving me with a long open mouthed kiss. I smirked at Lou as he motioned for me to crawl up to him. I took it upon myself to crawl between his legs, and taking him into my hands. My lips slid from his lips, down his neck, and I even left soft kisses along his chest as I gently stroked him. 
 
I was positioned on my knees with my ass in the air, obviously quite an exposed position, and when I looked over my shoulder to see Harry staring at me I realized he was touching himself at the same time. I motioned for him to join us and the weight of the bed shifted as I felt him climb up behind me, as he rest his hands on my hips. He teased me a little, using his fingers to reach between my legs, preforming a gentle flicking motion. I shivered and moaned as I leaned forward to press my mouth against Louis’. His eager acceptance of my kiss distracted me as I released moans into his mouth. 
 
After a few more seconds of playing with me, Harry leaned over my body, kissing my shoulder, “Are you sure you want this, love?” he asked gently as he swept my hair to my opposite shoulder so that he could leave a love bite on my neck. I nodded adamantly and offered him a whimper, since my lips were still tangled up with Louis’, I wasn’t exactly capable of speech at the moment. Harry left a lingering kiss on my left shoulder blade as I felt him position himself at the my entrance. I think he could tell that I had tensed in anticipation, because he still managed to rub me gently, forcing me to relax. 
 
As soon as I had relaxed in his arms, he eased himself into me, the width of him immediately making me moan, “Oh God… Oh God Harry,” I mumbled as I felt his arms wrap around my body so that he was cupping my breasts. He continued to slide into me slowly until he was at the hilt, and then I shuddered as he pulled out only to trust into me once more. 
 
My breath was caught in my throat as I looked deeply into the blue eyes belonging to the boy who was sitting directly in front of me. I had my fingers wrapped around him, and although it was strange to think that I was being pleasured and moaning because of someone else, his eyes didn’t portray any disapproval. I kissed him roughly, getting more turned on by the second as Harry gripped my hips tightly, thrusting into me deeply before pulling out and doing it all over again. 
 
Harry was breathing harshly over my shoulder, still squeezing my breasts and massaging them with his fingers as I continued making out with Louis and stroking him gently. I reached behind me, interlacing my fingers with one of Harry’s that was resting on my hip, he immediately squeezed my hand back as I felt him lean over, kissing my shoulders, back and shoulder blades, all the while still keeping his thrusting at a steady pace. 
 
"Do you realize how fucking hot you look right now, Jet?" I heard Louis ask me curiously, his voice unusually low and husky. 
 
I opened my eyes, only to see him studying me intensely. I tried to keep my face expressionless, suddenly feeling self conscious, but failing as Harry delivered a hard thrust that sent me into a trembling mess as I bit my lip gently. 
 
I decided to talk in order to distract myself from the amazing sensations happening all over my body, “You don’t find this awkward, though?” I asked him, sounding out of breath and trying to hold back a smirk as Harry peppered more kisses against my neck.  
Before I could hear Louis’ answer, Harry grabbed a hold of my chin, turning my face to the side attacking my lips in a steamy, messy kiss. My response was immediate as I straightened up, we were both sitting up on our knees and Harry was kissing me as he held me tightly around the waist with one hand, and let the other grope my breasts before venturing down to rub me between my legs. 
 
My body quivered violently under his touch and I reached my hands behind both of our heads, locking them behind his neck. We were doing all of this right in front of Louis, and butterflies attacked my stomach at the exposed view he must have been getting; I peeked one eye open to look at his face, but rather than sadness or disgust, I witnessed the face of someone who looked awestruck as he stroked him self up and down, getting off to watching Harry pleasure me. 
His eyes met mine and I closed them once more as Harry’s fingers made me start shaking out of control. I moaned and squeezed my legs together around Harry’s hand as I felt like flashing lights were exploding in my brain. He could feel that I was almost there and so could I as my walls clenched around his member which was still buried deeply within my body. He delivered three additional strong thrusts and my body crumbled into a million pieces right in his arms. 
 
A mixture of screams and moans tore from my throat as I rode the orgasm out, my cheek was resting against his, and I could feel the sweat pouring off of him as he kept up the handiwork, kissing me deeply as he slowed his thrusting to a stop. 
 
I sucked in a deep breath of air as Harry released me and gently lowered me down so that I was in Louis’ arms. A smile of contentment formed along my lips and I opened my eyes to look up at Louis as he smirked down at me. 
 
I licked my lips as I stretched my neck to reach his mouth, “It seems like you’re the only one here who has yet to get off,” I whisper cheekily as I grip him tightly in my hand once more and deliver a soft kiss to his lips. Harry was leaning over, resting his head in my lap and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, which is something he obviously approved of because he kept getting little goose bumps along his arms that I could easily spot. 
 
Even though I’d just gotten off, as I stroked Louis, squeezing him gently and making him turn to putty in my hands, I was immediately ready for another go, “Take me,” I whispered to him as Harry nuzzled his face between my breasts and proceeded to trace his fingers along my abdomen, giving me chills. 
 
Louis wrapped his arms around my waist, immediately flipping me over onto my back, and wasted no time before he brought my legs up so that they were resting against his shoulders. He lowered his lips to kiss mine for a few seconds, giving no warning as he slid into me in one quick motion. I groaned out loudly, begging for more as he slammed into me, holding my legs up tightly so that he could reach deep within me. His breathing was harsh and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. He thrust into me fast and furiously for a few continuous minutes, honestly after a while I realized I was unable to keep track of time whatsoever. I was too busy basking in this endless orgasm, sorry… no time to check my watch. 
 
Louis kissed the side of my head before pulling out of me just long enough so that he could position himself beneath me. Harry watched us with hunger in his eyes at the foot of the bed, and I moaned as I sat on Louis’ length, and he immediately made me scream by thrusting up into me fast and hard. I gripped his shoulders tightly as he squeezed my hips, helping me to ride him by moving in sync with me as I bounced atop of him. 
 
I reached my hands up, stretching my body as I swiveled my hips back and forth on top of Louis. The subtle change in motion and direction caught him off guard, causing him to moan my name loudly as he looked up at me with lustful eyes. 
 
I felt Harry wrap his arms around me, cupping my breasts tightly as he leaned my head back to suck my neck. He was standing on the side of the bed, nibbling my ear gently as Louis proceeded to move with in me.  
I was breathing heavily and let out a startled yelp as Harry pulled me off of Louis; he had fire in his eyes as he wrapped my legs around his waist again, and smashed his lips against my own. 
 
"I’ll just wait here then…" Louis said dryly as he sat up on the bed, watching on as Harry pushed me forcefully against the wall. Geeze guys, I only have one vagina… is it really that hard to share? Not that I was complaining… I kind of liked the way they kept tossing me around… sure I’m all for feminism and respect, but there was just something undeniably hot about being treated like I weighed nothing as they battled for my body and stole me away from one another. 
 
I wrapped my arms around Harry’s neck and moaned loudly as he easily entered my body without even using his hands to guide himself. He spent a few minutes pushing in roughly and pulling himself all the way out before doing it again. Every time he did it, it made my body shutter and my toes curl. 
 
He finally got a new momentum going and I watched him in fascination as his face morphed into expressions of pleasure and he bit his lip to keep himself under control. I, in fact, loved it when men were vocal in bed… as long as they weren’t trying to give me dirty talk, l loved the little noises they always made as well as the moans they so desperately tried to hide. 
 
Harry picked me up from the wall, turning me when I felt a new presence to the side of us. Louis stood there with an unsure look on his beautifully sex-flushed face, “(Y/N), do you want to try… you know…” he trailed off, as he motioned toward my backside. 
 
Harry was still relentlessly f*cking me however, so it made it a little hard to understand what Louis was talking about, “W-What?” I asked in a breathy voice, holding back a moan as Harry leaned forward to kiss my neck again. He really seemed to be in the zone. 
 
Louis tapped Harry’s shoulder to get his attention and whispered something to him, immediately making Harry come to a stop; his eyes widened slightly but overall he looked a bit curious. 
 
"What-What is it?" I asked, still out of breath, but eager for him to continue as I wriggled around on his shaft. 
 
"Just relax, okay Jet?" Louis asked softly, sweeping my hair over my opposite shoulder once more, kissing the opposite side of my neck that Harry was at the moment. MY eyes slipped shut as I licked my lips, enjoying the moment.
Louis pulled away from my neck to look me in the eye, “If you want me to stop, I will,” he said hesitantly as he came to stand behind me, gripping me around the waist. At first I didn’t understand what he was doing until I felt him brushing his shaft against my bottom and I immediately tensed, straightening up in Harry’s arms as I gave them an alarmed look. 
 
Initially, I was going to blatantly object, however, as Harry kissed my lips softly and Louis caressed my breasts gently and kissed my shoulder from behind me, I knew that if I ever wanted to experience this, then now would be the time. I trusted these two… I was safe with them. 
 
I let out a shaky breath as I tried to loosen up again, “O-okay…” I whispered, “but… I’ve never done that before… please be go slow,” I almost begged him, feeling a little scared about the situation. 
 
"It’s ok babe… we’ve got you," Harry assured softly as he stroked my cheek softly before capturing my lips in a deep kiss. 
Harry continued thrusting once more as Louis searched his bags for something and came back to stand behind me, “This might be cold,” he warned before gently stroking a cold, wet substance against my backside and slowly inserting his finger into a place I’d rather not think about. 
 
I’m all for sexual experimentation, but anal sex was just something I never found very appealing. I suppose it’s because I’d heard too many failed attempts regarding the taboo act from some of my friends, but regardless, it was just something that I considered a little gross and unnecessary. However, being as I was already f*cking two guys at once, I guess it’s not time to act like a prude. 
 
I took in a deep, shaky breath as Louis continued to loosen me up using his fingers, “Holy shit this is going to be… tight,” he mumbled almost sounding unsure of himself. 
 
I couldn’t help it, the comment made me laugh… and laugh… and laugh. In fact, I think I was getting a little slap happy. 
 
 Hic.  
 
”Leave it to you you to find something hysterical enough to give yourself hiccups at a time like this,” Harry mumbled against my chin.  
 Hic.  
I giggled for a second, as I felt Harry slowly begin to thrust within me once more. It was quite strange, when he’d stop thrusting and just hold me against him, it’s like I’d forget he was even inside me… but then every time he started up again it was just like…  holy shit . 
 
 Hic.  
 
My backside was however, experiencing some pleasant sensations, so I just tried to focus on that, willing the damned hiccups out of my lungs. 
 
I watched Harry as he walked to the bed, lying down on his back, with me still sitting on his shaft. It was quite wonderfully awkward if I’m being honest… Obviously sex is amazing, but in order to attempt our current experiment, Harry’s role just consisted of… well, to put it bluntly, his role was to  fill me   while Louis tried to ease his way in…  elsewhere . Like I said… awkward… but nice. Don’t judge me. 
 
 I felt Louis’ gentle hands on my back as he pushed me down, giving himself access to my most intimate areas, while Harry wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. I tensed immediately as I felt the tip of Louis’ length pressing against my backside. Although he was going incredibly slow and had the help of lube, I still felt the uncomfortable pressure against my bottom. 
 
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered slightly as I felt him force his way into me, little by little. 
 
I buried my face into Harry’s chest and I felt him caressing my back, trying to comfort me, “Lou go slow… be careful.” Harry whispered as we continued to just sit there while Louis continued pressing into my body further. 
 
Louis’ hands were attempting to hold me completely still as he pushed further, causing my breathing to quicken. The discomfort was slowly turning to actual pain. Ugh, why did I agree to this again? Little pathetic noises left my lips as he continued pushing in a little at a time, always stopping for a moment, allowing me to adjust. 
 
"It hurts," I mumbled softly, trying to keep my emotions under control. 
 
Despite Lou’s gentleness, I could feel tears in my eyes as the pain got worse the deeper he got, “Lou she’s crying,” Harry said in a worried tone. 
 
"Distract her, mate," Louis replied in a strained voice. Harry immediately pressed his lips to mine, his open mouth absorbing all of the whimpers that were sneaking out of mine. 
 
"Shhh… shhh, baby… shhh" Harry cooed into my ear, making me smile. I’m not usually one who is into pet names, but when he said it, it sounded so sincere and… natural. 
 
I kissed him back hungrily as he sucked my bottom lip into his warm mouth, nibbling it gently. 
 
I could still feel Louis’ painful entrance as he slid deeper into me, but as Harry wrapped me in is arms with such passion, it was easy dismiss the pain. 
"Holy Fuck," Louis exclaimed loudly as he finally managed to get himself all the way into me. I was holding my breath, trying to relax myself, squeezing my eyes shut as my breath hitched. After a few seconds of no movement by anyone, the three of us sort of sat lay there in an awkward (Y/N) sandwich situation. After several seconds passed, Louis moved some of my hair of my shoulder, "Are you alright, Jet?" he asked, his voice still sounding strained. 
I nodded my head and slowly opened my eyes to see Harry’s emerald eyes staring back at me with concern. His brow was furrowed as he studied my reaction; the tension immediately left his face as he I gave him a smirk and took my hand, putting it behind me to wrap it around the side of Louis’ face, “I’m fine… how are you doing Lewis?” I asked him with a smirk, hinting toward his pained voice. 
 
He chuckled softly as he kissed my shoulder, “I told you… it’s f*cking tight. Pretty sure you’re not the only one in pain here,” he replied with a wink, making me laugh, and instantly relaxing me even more. 
 
I released a shaky breath, “Let’s do this,” I said lightly as I felt Harry prop himself up on his elbows. We took a few seconds to get the hang of it, but after a few minutes of listening to each other and adjusting our positions, we finally were able to get into a rhythm that kept us perfectly in sync with one another. 
 
The initial pain in my backside was long gone and the sensations that came with the double penetration were reaching heights only describable using stars, rainbows, and unicorns.  
As Lou and Harry alternated their thrusting pattern, a new thought came to my head, making me laugh. The guys looked at me with their eyebrows raised and I buried my face in Harry’s chest once again to compose myself. 
 
“Miss (Y/L/N), would you like to share with the rest of the class what you think is so funny?” Louis asked in a tone coated with false authority. 
 
I about snorted, but held it in. Keep in mind, that they are still thrusting within me at this point. Yeah… that’s just how we roll. 
 
I cleared my throat, “I’m sorry… I just was thinking how funny it was that right now… you are literally a pain in my ass,” I explained with a giggle, “Like I can actually say that now and it will be more than metaphorically true… ironic right? I asked, giving him a wink, as Harry laughed at my realization. 
 
Louis gave me a humorless chuckle as he shook his head, “Jet, just shut up, can you at least hold the jokes until we’re done here?” he teased as he playfully nipped at my shoulder. I turned my head, meeting his lips and kissing him hard on the mouth as I felt his hands kneading my breasts. I held his lips captive as he continued to pick up the pace, thrusting into me with force, yet still maintaining a gentle quality. 
 
I could feel the sweat dripping off of his chest and running down my back; I kept my head turned and my hand pressed against his cheek refusing to release his mouth as he continued toward his climax, by this point, I had lost track of exactly how many orgasms my body had released… I’m telling you, it was just a constant on-going thing at the moment. Louis released some moans against my lips and I felt his thrusts grow sloppy as he began to twitch within me. He immediately pulled out of me and grunted as I felt him finish onto my back. 
 
"Oh my… fuck," Louis whispered against my lips as I ran my fingers over his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes, "You’re really not afraid of anything," he mused as he placed a final kiss to the side of my head and rolled off of me to land on the bed next to Harry. 
 
Considering I was still straddling Harry, he immediately picked me up, making my squeak at the sudden position change. He thrust into me roughly, causing me to moan uncontrollably as he skimmed his nose along my jaw as I wrapped my arms tightly around him. His lips were scorching as they littered wet kisses all over my face; his hands gripping my bottom tightly. 
 
I threw my head back as he continued on at an ungodly speed, lowering me back down to the bed as I felt him hover over the top of me. Louis tilted my head back, kissing my lips sweetly as Harry continued on forcing yet another screaming spell to fall from my lips as his thrusts pushed me over the final edge, leaving me a shaking, trembling mess. 
 
I knew he’d finished a second time when I felt him pull out urgently and a new sticky absence spilled across my abdomen. After he came, he collapsed on top of me, his breathing was harsh against my cheek and I opened my eyes to see him studying me, “You’re  amazing ,” he said breathlessly, with a special emphasis on amazing. 
 
He rolled over so that he was lying on my left, while Louis was laying to my right. We lay there in a thick silence as we tried to let the gravity of the situation settle in around us. I shivered slightly, causing Louis to grab an extra sheet, wrapping it tightly around my body, “Are you okay, Jet?” he asked with concern, “You’re not hurt or anything…” he trailed off motioning downward toward my backside that was currently nestled against his thigh, since he was technically spooning me… while I spooned Harry… weird I know. 
 
I rolled my eyes and blushed slightly, “Um… yeah I’m fine,” I mumbled, “Actually I’m more worried about never having any feeling in my vagina again… if we’re being honest here,” I said with a laugh, causing the two of them to chuckle. No but seriously, I was numb between my legs. A crawdad could be down there pinching the shit out of my vagina right now, and I would never know. 
 
I stared up at the ceiling as Harry rolled over to face me, “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked me as he pulled me closer to his side. I felt a kiss on my shoulder and the jostling of the bed as Louis got up and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Harry and I to dwell on the events that just occurred together.  
"Uhm… I’m fine… I just feel rather gross. I’m seriously like covered in semen," I said dryly, looking Harry straight in the eye. I smiled as he started laughing at my statement. Shouldn’t things be awkward right now? What does everything still feel so normal with them? I didn’t have an answer, but all I knew for sure was that this had probably been the best night of my existence. 
Although I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone nudge me and help me walk into the bathroom. I opened my eyes as I stumbled in with the sheet wrapped around my body and once my eyes focused, I saw that I was standing in front of a bathtub filled with bubbles. I looked behind me to see Louis smiling kindly at me, “Harry mentioned your ‘covered in semen’ dilemma,” he said with a wink, before his face turned serious, “Plus… you did something new tonight and I don’t want you to be hurting tomorrow because of it… I just want to make you comfortable,” he said bashfully as he peeled the sheet from my skin and helped me into the tub. Is it weird that being naked in front of these two didn’t even phase me anymore? 
 || l o u i s ||  
I smiled down at (Y/N) as she rest her head back against the little pillow hanging on the edge of the tub; I was really worried that I’d hurt her tonight. She groaned loudly as she tried to adjust herself, “Oh my God… Lewis my ass hurts,” she mumbled as she draped a washcloth over her face. I couldn’t help it, I started laughing just because of the way she’d said it. 
"Jet, I’m sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have suggested that tonight… I don’t know what came over me," I began rambling as I scratched the back of my head. My hair was still wet from my shower, and I looked over my shoulder to see Harry getting into the shower stall. We nodded at one another, sure what just happened was weird, but we both knew it was amazing and wouldn’t take it back. 
 
"I can’t believe you took my ass virginity… I was saving myself for marriage," she joked as she gave me a pouty face. I could tell she wasn’t truly upset, and I was relieved that she was able to joke about this situation, because I’m 100% certain that if this would have happened with any other girl, things would have been painfully awkward by now. 
 || (Y/N) ||  
 
I settled back into the bed, not sure where Lou and Harry had gone off too, but cuddled up in a ball as I tried to keep myself warm. Since we’d dirtied the sheets and duvet, I didn’t really have anything to keep me warm at the moment. As the seconds ticked by, I realized I was too tired to care. I’m not sure how much time passed, but after a while, Louis returned, kissing my shoulder again, lowering his head back down to the pillow, and it wasn’t long before the bedroom stopped spinning and I felt myself being covered with more blankets and cuddled between two bodies. 
Personal Experience: Chapter Thirteen

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“I’m gonna go check on Liam, now…” I say. I kiss Colleen’s cheek before I lift her up then, in a way, pass her to Louis. Eleanor and Louis wrap themselves around her wiping away, what I hope to be, the last of her tears for the night.

I head towards the backyard figuring Liam went outside. It’s still drizzling, and Liam has nothing on except his shorts. As I walk out to him he’s glaring at me. When I get close enough to talk to him he punches me in the face. “What the hell, man?!” He doesn’t say anything, but just glares hatefully at me. His entire upper body is moving as he breathes deeply. “Liam! What the hell?!”

“She fucking got raped, and you didn’t tell us?!” he screams.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” I say through gritted teeth standing back up.

“I don’t care if it was her secret! She’s our sister; our little sister!”

“She’s not that little anymore, Liam.” I stare back at him.

“She will always be our little sister. Just like the rest of the girls, they will always be our sisters! Why the hell do you think we’re so protective over her?! Just like we would be with our actual sisters.” I can’t say anything; he’s right. I would do anything for my sister even though she’s older than me. Andrea and Nicole have become my sisters just as much as Eleanor and Perrie have. “That’s what I thought, Haz.”

“Liam,” I reach to touch him.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Liam!” I yell. “You can’t blame yourself either!”

“Why not?!”

“Because…” I slump to the ground, “Because I’ve been doing the same thing, and it hasn’t made of a difference…”

“Why would you do that?”

“Why would you?”

Liam sits next to me, “Jeez, man, how have you put up with this?”

“I don’t sleep.”

“No wonder you’re so stressed. Why won’t you sleep?”

“Because she usually has some kind of dream, nightmare, or night-terror. The ones where I can’t wake her up because she could hurt me or herself. To make matters worse, she doesn’t even remember what they were after she wakes up. This time, it was just a dream, and she remembered it…”

“What was the one about?”

I look away trying not to cry; I pinch the bridge of my nose before I speak, “It was about me… I tried to…”

“Don’t. Don’t say it,” he sighs as the rain continues to hit us. “What are you going to do about her cutting?”

“I’ve thrown out every razor I’ve found, and she knows if I find any more, they’re going too,” I grit my teeth, “That’s why her hand is bandage.”

“She cut her hand?”

“When Niall and I ran in after her the other day, well Niall, I found the two of them in her room, and she was holding one of the razors too hard while hiding it from Niall. I only needed to see the blood on the floor to know. She lost more blood than she thought and ended up throwing up. She’s been a little shaky, but I guess no one else noticed.”

“I’m so sorry, Haz,” he says rubbing my back.

“It’s just,” I begin to cry, “It’s just that she became my best friend and I loved her. I loved her the entire time! I should never have let us break up.” Liam doesn’t say anything. “When I first saw her this week I couldn’t breathe; I forgot how beautiful she is. Then she went and cut herself. She harmed her gorgeous body!”

“Harry! You couldn’t stop that.”

“But if she just told me,” I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

Liam wraps his arm around me, “We would have stopped everything for her.”

“She didn’t want that.”

“That doesn’t mean we wouldn’t have done it. God, if the girls just told us what was going on. Nicole had me worried sick.”

“I would have left faster than possible if she just told me. She wouldn’t have had to suffer alone. It kills me to know she even is suffering!” I yell over the rain. “My baby girl; my girl. Colleen is mine.”

“Harry, don’t go becoming an over protective boyfriend. Or she will leave you,” Liam says sternly.

“I…” I let my head fall into my hands. “How can I do this? She freaks out every time I go to touch her.”

“I saw that… And I couldn’t wrap my head around that. The way you two were so playful with each other. Will we ever see her eyes shine again?”

“I hope to God so,” I breathe, “I’m bringing her on tour with us.”

“What?”

“Yes, she’s coming with us. I couldn’t live with myself if anything else happened to her.”

“Will that be good for her?” I shrug my shoulders. “Harry, if she,” he sighs, “If she already has some psychological issues, and don’t deny that because she wouldn’t have cut herself if she didn’t, will the anxieties and publicity of being around you all the time be healthy for her?”

“We can get her help. We could get her the best help there is,” I throw my hands in the air.

“Come here,” he pulls me into him. “You know she’ll only do it if she wants to. If you force her into something she doesn’t want to do, she’ll flip. Or worse, relapse.”

“You’re right… I guess anything dealing with ‘force’ isn’t going to be healthy for her.”

“I guess all we really can do is just be there for her,” Liam shakes his head. “When did she tell you?”

“I found out the night before you guys came over. She was acting so differently. It just scared me. I’m glad I got it out of her that quickly or we all would have gotten it at the same time.”

“How did you react?”

“I yelled…” I pull away from Liam standing up. “I got angry because I felt so helpless. I cried.” He looks at me to continue. “I cried and cried. The girl I loved got hurt because I wasn’t around. I told her I would stop the world for her. I told her I loved her,” I look back at Liam stopping my pacing, “I told her how much I love her and kissed her as hard as I could,” I laugh lightly. “I told her that she’s coming everywhere with me from now on,” I sigh, “If I didn’t break up with her none of this ever would have happened.”

“You said that,” Liam interrupts me, “And I know I said it won’t be safe before, but you can’t suffocate her either. You need to let her keep her freedoms as well. You need to show her how much you love her, but not hurt her while doing so. And what would have made the difference if you were dating her or not?”

“You have no idea how much I want to show her I love her. And if she was mine then she wouldn’t have gone out with that asshole.”

“I think I do, mate. I see the way you look at her. I’ve never seen so much love in your eyes than I have when you look at her. I see your point, as well. You know we all loved her, why did you guys break up anyways?”

“Because neither of us thought it would last… We were afraid that our feelings wouldn’t last because I would be meeting tons of girls while she just had to stay at home and watch. But now, I want to show her how much I love her. I want to be alone with her more than ever, but I fear after that nightmare she just had, it’s going to take some more time until I can be that close with her again.”

“What made you ask her?”

“She recoiled from me several times that night… And we were watching her favorite crime show; the one that’s all about sexual crimes… I thought she was just crying over the episode, but when she pulled from me again as I tried to comfort her, she freaked out. So I had to say something. Especially after seeing what she did to herself. I was already thinking of ways to ask without offending her, but, in a way, I’m glad she put the show on that night, or I probably would have never found out.”

“I’m guessing you’re going to keep her from watching that from now on?”

“Of course I am. I don’t need to see her crying more than she already is. It breaks my heart every time.”

“It breaks ours too, Haz.”

The two of us look wearily into each other eyes; the same thing on both our minds. “Harry! Liam!” we hear Nicole yell. “Come on in here! You’re going to freeze to death!” she laughs. The two of us walk back into the house; Colleen walks over to me with a towel helping me dry off. Then she hands me my tea; which she warmed back up.

“Thanks, Love,” I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry,” she hugs me.

Since it’s raining we all decide to stay inside for the day; watch old movies and play board games. It looks like Louis and Colleen never cleaned up from theirs last night, so we played Candy Land first. We all play on teams; every couple for themselves. Colleen also chooses the first movie, and to my surprise it’s Love Actually. I need to start doing more for her. She sits in my lap as we play the game, and then gets angry when we lose. The next game we choose is Monopoly, and we all know how long this game is going to take. It’s finally my turn to choose a movie, so I pick ‘History of the World: Part 1.’ Her favorite Mel Brooks movie. I figure we need some laughs going around. Even though she’s seen this movie, I don’t know how many times, she still laughs at all the jokes. And I love seeing her face scrunch up as she laughs. I sneak in a few kisses here and there as we play as a way of making up for the way I treated her last night.

“Hey Li,” Colleen speaks up.

“Yes, Colleen?”

“Actually, everyone.” We all perk up. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.”

I can see the tears they are all trying to hide. “It’s alright, Love,” says Zayn. “We do understand why you tried to hide it from us,” he looks lovingly at her.

“It just hurt us that you didn’t tell us, Colleen,” speaks Perrie, “You know you can trust us.”

“I know…”

Louis slides over to her, “Hey now, don’t start crying on us again,” she says chuckling through his, “You’re going to make the rest of us start.” She laughs back.

New Beginnings (Part 1/2)

 Tag as niall horan, one direction, spring writing challenege, one shot

47. New Beginnings

(1/2)

The winter had been long. Predictably chilly but ruthlessly bitter. Miserable.  The recent half had been lonely and miserable. You remember when the spring roses used to flourish a season early upon his cheeks. Your feet were always provided with the warmth of his and the tip of your nose was never dry of kisses. You pushed down the loneliness with poems and lists and scribbles of all the things you missed and all the things you didn’t. And somehow both categories would always get confused and result in a singular category; why you love him. The way his calloused fingers tangled in your hair gently as a way of calming his own heartbeat. The drunk taste upon his tongue and adventurous hands at 3 in the morning. His goofy, infectious cackle. How stupid it is that he asks if he can kiss you every time before he kisses you and how stupid it is that every time he asks you get stupid butterflies. The fact that his 4 best friends knew everything about you and your relationship.

You had been trying everything to forget but you felt like you could never escape. Remnants of him were everywhere. Guitar picks on drawers. His voice on the radio. T-shirts and hoodies and socks tangled within your own clothes. Stupid DVD’s you never used to like but now can never get enough of. But the one thing you felt you could never rid was the burning of your skin. No matter how hard you viciously scrubbed, his touch was permanently etched on your shoulders and stomach and thighs and in every little crevice and crack of your being; he was there.

At times it’s almost as if you can still feel his skin under your touch as well. And little moments like these spark particular memories, some erotic and stimulating, some innocent and tender. Like the times where you would enter his world of kink; he would get you so turned on to the point where you’re dripping, begging — asking him to untie you and have him touch you. Him calling you “princess” and “good baby” whilst hovering over you, taunting you with wet kisses and the heat of his own skin. Or the usual Sunday routine of your bare legs across his lap, his attention engrossed in the football and yours in your latest book. His fingers mindlessly circling upon your thigh and your occasional steal of glances above the top of your book. Back before the storm.

He would usually come home to a partially warm bed. You would be curled up on your side, facing away from him and towards the window as you knew he knew that you weren’t asleep. You were merely just staring out into the moon, letting your chest fall in heavy breaths as you heard his thick Irish accent curse the stray shoe on the floor for tripping him, or the other sound of jeans slowly being unzipped and dropped to the floor.

His warmth was what made you succumb to his pleading. He was so warm — innocently and protectively so, like a vice around your chest to keep you afloat — and his arms trapped you against his front, his legs intertwined with yours as heat just radiated off of him and into you. Whether his breath was disgusting from the shots of Vodka and Gin, he was still warm, and he still loved you, as you loved him.

"One more chance," he’d always slur into your ear, "One more time, I swear. I won’t mess up next time." He kisses the back of your head, the crook of your neck. It’s a silent plea this time, but it still has the same purpose; to get you to forgive him again and again, no matter his faults. You couldn’t stop loving him and you didn’t ever want to. You’ll love him for him; for his pathetic orgasm faces and morning breath, for his messy tendencies and overprotective antics, for his flaws and the way he gets lost in the bottle of no return. He could beg so well. He could easily get down on one knee, slurring and stumbling feet and all, big blue eyes wide and shocked and silently asking for a second chance… or a third… or a fourth… or a fifth.

The night nearing the 87th second chance, his return home was belated and this time you had failed at staying up to wait. His stumbles through the door and into furniture were not what awoke you, it was the incessant cusses mixed with choked tears. Usually you would allow him to find his own way to bed and assess the damage in the morning, but this was different. He sounded different. Urgent. You switched on the lights and met him in the hallway just above the stairs.

“Niall?” His figure had slumped to the floor in a defeated manner, his flooded, bloodshot eyes gleaming back at yours.

“Don’t come near me, (Y/N).” He choked. “I don’t deserve your concern.”

“Baby let’s get you up and into the shower.” You advanced to his side and stroked his matted blonde hair from his eyes in an attempt to cool him down.

Niall swatted your hand away sluggishly, “I mean it!”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Your distress grew, afraid this time was not like the others and not something you were prepared for.

“A princess like you doesn’t deserve a frog like me.” You barely understood his incoherent mumbles. He continued before you could respond, “I did something bad, (Y/N), and I can’t undo it and I think you should pack your things and leave before I blurt it out and break that delicate little flower inside your chest because this is not what you deserve.”

“What did you do?”

Tears welled up in his eyes once more. Your hands shook upon his arm and he noticed but he never broke his stare with the wall opposite with him. You were thankful for that at least; eye contact was never a strong skill of yours. You were fidgety and he was too and out of habit you curled your fingers in his palm and he glanced up at you with features you did not recognise. His swollen, red lips, dishevelled eyebrows, flushed cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes were not where they belonged.

Niall struggled to muster up the words and you were growing fearful and impatient. You could hear my own heartbeat and you think you could hear his too.

“Where have you been, Niall? What happened?” You raised your voice urgently.

“I can’t fucking tell you, (Y/N)! I just can’t!” His pupils were swelling pools of murky darkness; a darkness that frightened you to your core. His skin seethed under your fingertips and his chest heaved as he gasped for a breath he couldn’t grab.

“Baby, please.”

Niall softened, “I went somewhere I shouldn’t have with somebody I shouldn’t have been with and we did things we shouldn’t have been doing.”

Your reaction was delayed. You expected yourself to cry. You thought you would throw your head into your hands and weep for Niall’s disloyalty and this unfortunate situation and what you did to deserve this. Instead, though, you thought you would follow on with the theme and try something surprisingly new, too.

“You fucking bastard!” You rose taller with the power that had shifted into your hands.

“What?” Niall wore a shaken expression across his unrecognizable face. The venom you spat had torn through his veins like a tsunami and washed away all the alcohol that had been soaking his blood.

You didn’t know what you were thinking. In fact, you weren’t really thinking at all. You were doing. Something that should have been done long before this happened. 

“You selfish, conceited, drunken asshole! I can’t believe you! I trusted you, I gave you everything and this is what you hand back to me in return? Discount lipstick on your collar and not even a single apology?”

Staggering to his feet, Niall shouted back, “I know I’ve done wrong, (Y/N), you don’t need to throw it in my face!”

“Yes, I do, because what you’ve done is unforgiveable! The thought of this happening never even crossed my mind no matter how intoxicated you ever became, because I thought you would never hurt me. This is not you Niall. Who have you become?”

“She came onto me, babe!”

“Oh yeah, I bet she was throwing herself on you, humping on your leg and sucking on your neck like the slut that she is! That doesn’t make a difference, because you wouldn’t have done a single thing about it because you’re too fucking drunk to remember that I’m here, in our bed, worrying about whether you’re on your way home or whether you’re going to return with both your shoes or a swollen eye.” Your voice lessened. “I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent! I see you when we go out together, in your little fucking skirts and your red lipstick. I see the way you dance, the way you try to entice all the lads around you like a magnet but you keep your eyes on mine the entire time and I fucking hate it. You’re the biggest tease I know! And I know your flirt with bartenders for free drinks and shopping assistances for discounts. I know how much of a slut you are, (Y/N)!”

“I have never touched another man with the intention of sex, Niall! I have never allowed another man to touch me when his intentions are nothing but harmless. Don’t even attempt to compare my actions to the level of what you have done!”

“I admit I fucked up. I can’t undo what’s been done. What do you want me to do?” The regret was evident in his voice as he talked to you in a low murmur, his eyes glued to the floor and the nerves obvious in everything he did. He looked up at you through long eyelashes, his eyes such a pretty blue and his lips so very pink, due to the biting of his own top teeth. “The regret I feel just won’t fucking go away. It doesn’t leave.”

You exhale and begin in a quieter tone. “It’s not supposed to. You’re supposed to feel that guilt. And I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

And when you start to cry, that’s when he feels something settle deep into his stomach, and in no way is it an inviting feeling. “No,” he breathes out, “No, no, no, no,”

“Just go on another 8-month fucking world tour, Niall! Just leave already! I give you permission to go and fuck girls of all nationalities in all kinds of bars! I’m not holding you back anymore.”

He clasps onto your shoulders, your waist. Pleading, begging, screaming, crying ‘no’. He feels the alcohol in his veins, heightening his emotions. Though the alcohol was supposed to numb him, it only made him reach out for you even more than before. “Don’t leave me,” he sobs, a crumbling and drunk mess, slobber and tears mixing into one as washing down his face, “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. I promised to protect you, to take care of you, to love you…. I can’t let you go. Don’t go.”

“I’m done.” 

Personal Experience: Chapter Twelve

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

I look at the rest of them; I know all of them care, but I have never seen so much fear on Zayn’s face in my life. He’s always so quiet and monotone that I hadn’t even realize how much he would care. He never said anything or asked question when Colleen freaked out. He steps forward first, “Baby girl,” he coos, “Why are you crying so much? It’s scaring me.” Colleen looks up at him; his eyes are filled with worry, pain and fear. “Please tell us, baby girl.”

Colleen sits up sniffling and wiping her nose. “Okay,” she whispers. Finally, I think to myself letting out a huge sigh of relief. “I…” She looks between Louis, Andrea, Niall, Nicole and me with fear in her eyes.

“Okay, let’s all go to the living room. I’ll make us tea and such,” says Louis.

We all agree. Colleen sits on the couch watching the rest of us set the room up as if we’re having a huge sleepover. Louis walks in with a tray of drinks. “Tea for everyone and hot chocolate for Colleen.” He knows her as well as I do. She’s the only girl I’ve ever met that doesn’t like hot tea or hot coffee. We all take a seat on the floor, Colleen in my lap as I lean onto the couch with Louis to her left; his hand in hers while she leans against me. El is on his right, next Niall and Andrea, Zayn and Perrie, and finally Nicole and Liam.

Zayn stares intently at her. Sitting here, in a circle, makes me realize how much they all care for her. She’s the youngest of the girls, and second youngest next to me. I still can’t figure out how a girl as strong as her could change so much. I would kill the bastard who ruined her life if he wasn’t in prison already.

“Okay…” says Colleen. “Well… Before you guys left for tour Harry and I decided that it wouldn’t work while we were apart… So we broke up, you could say.” She takes a deep breath.

***

I didn’t want this day to come, but we both knew it would. Colleen and I have been talking about this for a while, and I don’t want it to happen. I leave for tour tomorrow; we both agreed that it would be too stressful for us to hold this relationship while be separated.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way…” she says, “So much for you announcing me as your girlfriend while in Germany.”

“Don’t do this, Colleen. It hurts me as much as it hurts you.”

“Then why are we doing this?”

“Because we’re afraid of what might happen if our feelings change for one another,” I caress her cheek.

She places her hand over mine, “I don’t want to do this,” whispers Colleen.

“Me either.” Before we can say anything else I kiss her one last time; tears beginning to fall from our eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Just don’t go finding too many girls, okay?” she teases.

“A hundred thousand girls couldn’t compare with you.”

“Goodbye, Harry,” she cries.

“Goodbye, Colleen.” We depart knowing it would be too much if we said goodbye right before I left. I kiss her one last time; hugging her close to me.

***

“I didn’t think I could date anyone else after the way Harry treated me. I didn’t really try either… But one day a man came into my work, and I found him very attractive. Even though I loved Harry, whether I knew it at the time or not, I knew he wouldn’t want me to hold myself back. The man asked me out, and I said yes,” Colleen begins to tense up; and inhales deeply. She looks over at Louis.

“It’s alright, Love,” he says smiling reassuringly at her.

She takes another deep breath, “Well, I went on a few dates with him. He treated me real sweet. I thought we could work, but I was wrong…” I look around our circle; Liam and Zayn are clenching their jaws. I can read it on their faces that they know what she is going to tell them. “On the last date… He walked me back to my door like usual. But he had further intentions that night…” Gasps come from the girls mouths. “I was forced into my house, and pulled to the room right off the entrance to the house.”

“You don’t need to say the rest!” yells Zayn. “I don’t want to hear it!” Colleen jumps a little.

“It…” Perrie speaks, “It can’t be true…” she looks terrified.

“There’s more, though…”

“MORE?!” screams Liam.

Colleen begins to shake, “Do you want me to tell them what happen after that?” I whisper to her. She nods her head turning into me; her tears picking back up again. I take in a deep breath, “Guys… She… She started self-harming as well.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Zayn yells.

“Zayn! Shut up!” Perrie slaps his arm.

“How can I stay silent through this?! Our best friend got fucking raped and kept it from us!”

Colleen is trembling. “Guys,” says Louis calmer than the rest, “Just shut up. Please.” He comes closer to us starting to rub Colleen’s arm.

“So that’s why you’ve been so jumpy…” whispers Eleanor. “That’s why you yelled at Harry about treating you so gently…” Colleen nods her head. “Oh baby.” That’s it, though; she really is the ‘baby’ of our group. Liam storms out of the room, and we all just stare at him.

“Should we go after him?” I ask.

Nicole answers, “No. Let him cool off. I don’t even go after him when he’s like this, you know that.” We all nod our heads.

“This is why you freaked out at Harry last night, isn’t it?” Perrie asks.

“Yes…” whispers Colleen.

“That’s the reason for everything that has happened these couple of days,” Andrea says for the first time since we all woke up.

“There isn’t much to do now,” I answer.

“Was anything done after it happened, Colleen?” El is very concerned for her.

Colleen nods her head, “Yea, he’s in prison now. I wasn’t the only one he hurt.”

“What?”

“Yes, about five other women, but his case is still being looked over,” there is no emotion behind her words.

“She told me that it what be finalized for a while.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask. I don’t understand these things. Juries are full of a bunch of idiots.”

“It… It all makes sense now. At least…” Zayn speaks. “Why didn’t you tell us what happened?”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to bother you guys…”

“But you told the girls,” Niall says speaking for the first time of the night.

“They’re my be-”

“I thought we were best friends?!” Niall interrupts her. “You’ve told me everything since we started talking. I didn’t keep anything from you.”

“I don’t know… Maybe I just felt, and still feel, ashamed of what happened.”

“Why?”

“Because I let it happen…”

“If he was stronger than you there wasn’t much you could do.”

“It was his fault for hurting you,” Nicole adds.

“I could have protected myself… I could have hit him back, but I just let it happen.”

“You can’t blame yourself for it, Princess.”

“And neither can you, Harry,” says Andrea. I ball my fist. “You know damn well why you can’t.”

“I could have kept her mine, but I didn’t. She wouldn’t have had to worry about meeting someone else.”

“And what would you have done if the tabloids got to her?” Andrea asks. “Sometimes she freaks out just like I do.”

“But she knows I’m nothing like what the paparazzi play me out to be.”

Colleen says, “It still would have gotten to me… What would you do when in interviews they asks who single and who’s taken? Would you have been able to keep it a secret?”

I wrap my arms around her placing my chin on the top of her head looking at everyone, “No. No, you’re too special to me for you to be kept a secret. I guess I was afraid of the hate you would get.”

“You know I could have handled that,” she laughs lightly.

“Are you sure?” asks Eleanor.

She shrugs her shoulders, “I have no clue. Maybe, maybe not. I’m still surprised no one saw us during that year and a half before you guys started the last tour,” she sighs, “And when we did date then I deleted my social medias; I got rid of my Twitter first, of course. I can’t stand what I see on there, sometimes. I probably would have bitched right back at anyone who tried to hurt me.” Everyone laughs seeing our Colleen come out a bit. The band took almost three years off after the stadium tour in 2014 before we even planned our next one. We needed the break; but that year away from Colleen nearly ruined me. So coming back to this news broke me even more.

Rain

It was April; the sun was shining, flowers were blooming, and it was the perfect day. I was surprised, knowing the saying “April showers bring May flowers” and all, but I wasn’t complaining.

Of course I jinxed myself though, because before I knew it the sky was turning gray and the first drops of rain (5) began to fall. A crack of thunder, and it was pouring all over my brand new leather shoes.

People around me began pulling out umbrellas, and I was stranded in a sea of them, not one covering me. Soon enough, everyone had rushed back to his or her cars, and I was alone in the pouring rain.

The silhouette of a person could be seen through the mist of the rain, and began swiftly walking towards me. Soon enough, I saw a curly haired boy standing above me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me under the umbrella (12). I looked at him, shocked by piercing emerald eyes and beautifully plump pink lips.

“Sorry for being so close,” he said, “I just wanted to save a beautiful girl from the rain.” He smirked and I giggled. He was adorable.

“It’s alright. I wanted to be saved,” I replied.

He grinned, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. “I’m Harry,” he introduced. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N,”

“That’s an absolutely brilliant name, Y/N,”

I didn’t know what to say, and we both stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I didn’t know if I knew him well enough yet. He wrapped his arm around me, “Here, I want to show you something, and then I can drive you home,” he breathed, his eyes were full of lust.

He started walking and I walked with him, staring at my reflection in puddles forming on the sidewalk. We finally halted at a pick-up truck and he opened the passenger side door for me. “M’lady,” he said cutely and I chuckled. He then walked across the front of the car and got in the drivers side, started the truck and pulled out of his perfect parallel parking job. We drove in a peaceful silence; it was comfortable. Finally, he pulled into a grove of trees. We continued driving through this beautiful hollowing and then finally made it through to the other side. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped raining. The rain literally just stopped and I looked at him, confused. He said nothing and we drove a little further, finally reappearing in front of a beautiful pond. It was raining over the pond, though. I looked up through the sun roof and saw a canopy of trees and it was like there were stars.

It was beautiful.

We both got out of the car and he explained that the “stars” were actually glowworms hanging from the trees and that the trees were so thick that no rain could get through. I was amazed by this natural phenomena; something so beautiful had been created so simply. Harry suddenly surprised me with a suggestion.

“The water here is so amazing,” he said, “but… I only have this change of clothes. And, well, you only have those so… do you wanna , well,  do you wanna skinny-dip?”

I was shocked by the question but in my head was already ripping off my clothes and humping him, so I gave him silent assent with a quick nod.

He began stripping, and eventually removed his boxers, quickly jumping in before I got a good look.

“Come in!” he hollered. “The water’s great!”

I stripped down as well and turned around as I removed my bra and panties then hopped in. I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

This boy, this boy I hardly knew, could do so much to me.

Now, we were in rain zone again and I dove under the water, only to be grabbed around my waist soon thereafter and pulled into a kiss. At first I resisted, forgetting whom I was with, but then I finally opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. My eyes closed and I kissed him back, feeling the rain fall (8) on my skin and hearing it pitter-patter all around me. It was like a fairytale, as sweet as can be (29).

I wrapped my legs around him and basically sat on top of his already full erection. I started giggling into his mouth, making him moan.

I was actually a virgin, but I felt in love with him. This man had made me do things I never would have considered with others, have thoughts I had never had about anyone else.

I didn’t tell him this, because I didn’t want him to feel the pressure, but I did start leading him out of the water and under the canopy of trees. He hastened to his car and pulled out a towel, a blanket, and (discreetly) a condom he kept in it, drying off my body and his, and then laying the blanket on the ground.

“Only if you want to,” he murmured. “There’s no pressure if you have never done it or if you just don’t want to do it on the first date or…” he trailed off.

“Oh,” I chuckled, “so this is a date.”

“If you want it to be.”

I told him I wanted to and he asked if I was a virgin, so I told him the truth, unsure of what he would think.

“No, don’t worry,” he said, “I just want to make your first time extra special.”

I smiled and we lay down on the blanket together. He pulled me close to him and began to ease me into it. First, he used his fingers, not to tease but to help me enjoy it more. He slipped a long finger in and began to move it in and out then asked me if I was ready for another. I nodded and he slipped it in. The pleasure was amazing and he kissed me, letting my moans vibrate into his mouth. Finally, I told him I was ready, and we began to make love. This was not fucking or doing it, it was making love, really making love. He touched my breasts, giving my nipples a little squeeze, and began to slowly push in. I moaned in pain and he stopped for a moment but I told him to keep going. When he was finally in, we just sat there like that for a few minutes cuddling and kissing, just feeling each other. Then, he started to move. He went so slowly as if if he went any faster I would break, but it was nice. He understood the meaning of my first time to me. Finally, I felt a knot of pleasure in my stomach and clearly he felt me tighten since he began to speed up a little bit. Eventually, we both came at the same time. We stayed that way, him inside of me for a while and then he pulled out. I nestled my head into his chest and we lay there staring at the “stars”. He grabbed another blanket he had brought out earlier and slipped it on top of me. In time, I fell asleep to his steady breathing.

3 years later, we got married at 25. We had 3 beautiful baby girls the following year: Lydia, Leah, and Peyton. That day always stayed with us, though. I never had sex with another man for my entire life, but I grew old without him. He died in a car accident when he was 40 along with my beautiful Leah. I think about him everyday. I think about her everyday.

I think about them everyday.

They made my life so wonderful.

And I hold them dear in my heart.

I miss them more than anything in the world and every few months Lydia and Peyton come stay with me to keep me company in the house Harry and I had built. Whenever it rains, I think of him and no matter what find my way to that canopy of trees and that is the only time I ever cry over them.

I love Leah so much; she’s my daughter, but for some, they can move on from a man and find another.

Not me, though.

To this day, I love him more than anything.

Blood Chapter 6: The Green-Eyed Bull

His large palm rattles my sensitive skin again, again, and again; it’s throbbing and starting to redden beneath the slim protection of my sweats.

"Stop! You monster-Stop!” I yell, sore and tender from the repeating rhythm of pain.

"Why should I; I’ve yet to believe that you’ve realized the depth of your aggression towards me" he says with a cheeky laugh.

His hand cuts through the air and paints itself across my ass once more, in the same spot, uttering the familiar and all too horrid sting.

Another swift grunt escapes my parted lips as the aggressive clap shakes me.

I feel his hand retract; arching back for yet another swing.

"Just what do you think you’re doing, Zayn!?” A voice booms from behind us.

My, already quick, heart-rate skyrockets further from the surprise and I feel the man jump slightly in place at my right side; most likely startled as well.

My head springs up Immediately, in the direction of the foreign voice, out of reflex; to the mid-left of us.

Zayn?
Who’s Zayn?

Wait, Is that this man’s name?

I try to see as much as I can, but I am at a disadvantage, considering my compromising position bent over the tailgate.

I can see enough to notice that it’s another young man, and by the looks of him, possibly younger than the one holding me; this ‘Zayn’ character.

He is storming toward us; I, the forced over female held beneath Zayn, the dominant male.

The closer he gets, the more I can see of him.

His face is pinched into an angry scowl while taking in the horrid sight, my ‘punishment’, but he disappears behind my line of sight before I can distinguish anything or what he may do.

The man tightens his grip on me momentarily, then releases me completely.
The pressure against my lower body also simultaneously disappears.

I’m quick to push my self up from the plastic lining, steady myself, and turn around; claiming my sudden release to face the confusion

I turn fast enough to witness Zayn stumble over his own feet, in the opposite direction of the truck, but he does not topple over.

I now realize that the man must have ripped Zayn from pressing himself upon me and threw him back a few feet from the truck; thus further away from me.

The newly arrived man is currently standing about only a yard or two away from me.

I watch his figure cautiously as he balls his fists at his sides and pushes out his chest.

His breathing is rapid and hoarse.

I can’t help but compare him to a gorilla, reminding his opponent of the claim his authority holds; presenting strength and aggression in both grand size and gesture.

I shake my head vigorously in the attempt to make sense of the situation, then focus on the ground just below his feet, having not thought of any possible answers to what just occurred.

I can’t hide the bewildered look on my face, but I don’t even try to.

What in the hell is going on?
What just happened?

Who is this new one, and why did he just assault ‘Zayn’?

I shoot my angered expression towards the first man, Zayn, massaging my narrow wrists to relieve some of the gathered stress.

Zayn had quickly regained his composure and stands proud, yet bares a solemn look upon his face.

The new man’s eyes are fierce against Zayn’s.

I can practically see his pure, manifested anger; spewing out from ever pore.

The thick tension is looming above our heads, yet just out of reach, and dense enough to part with a butter-knife.

"Ok, am I missing something?” I blurt out in confusion yet with a hard expression.

My mouth is far more courageous than I could ever hope to keep up with, as it never willingly chooses to work in my favor; always attitudinal and ‘sassy’.

I’m seriously starting to consider a human-friendly muzzle at this point…

My words seem to go unnoticed, floating through the opaque air, except for the fact that I appear to have reminded them of my presence.

The new man tears his gaze from that of my reaper’s and shifts them to bury into me in exchange.

He walks over to me and stops in place just before me. 

I feel my subconscious shudder from the power in his gaze, but my body remains still with no intention to mirror the internal reaction.

I attempt to back away from him by taking a quick subtle step, but cannot as I am quickly reminded of my position; bumping softly into the tailgate.

His eyes trace over me, from head to toe, for what seems like an eternity; along every single curve of my body.

I count along in my head with how many times I watch his eyes scan my every feature; one, two.

Ok-Why is he looking at me like I’m a steak dinner?… I’m getting real’ tired of this, real’ fast.

"Why don’t you just take a damn picture!" I retaliate, waving my right hand in front of me to add to the exaggerated statement.

He stops himself, attempting at a third time, and focuses intensely on my right hand; seeming as though it had caught his attention.

His eyes follow my hand as I drop it to my side once more, and continues to stare at it for a few more seconds; the scrapes encasing my knuckles.

His eyes tighten and I can almost see a small spark ignite into a large wildfire somewhere deep in the black of his pupils.

He ignores my snide comment and, in a matter of milliseconds after gazing upon the fresh blood of my knuckles, his head snaps to look at Zayn, while remaining in his position directly before me.

"What in the hell happened?-Damn it-I told you specifically not to hurt her!” He raises his voice to a powerful roar.

Zayn’s shoulders lower somewhat and his face hardens at the man’s words.

He slips both hands into his jacket pockets and retrieves a flat-black Zippo lighter from one pocket, and a pack of cigarettes from the other.

He peels back the thick paper cover, draws a single cigarette from the selection, places it between his lips, closes the cigarette package, then slips it back into it’s original resting place.

He then flips back the top of the Zippo and brings it up to the tip of the cigarette.

With the flick, roll, and hold of a single finger, the spark ignites and produces a small orange flicker of combusted butane.

He cups his free hand loosely around the softly growing flame, guarding it from the harshness of the wind.

The dancing flame illuminates his face to a humble degree.
The tip catches fire, cherries, and begins to deteriorate within a swift second.

He drops his hands and shoves the lighter back into the nestled refuge within his jacket; though this time in the same pocket as the cigarettes.

He momentarily drops his eyes to the gravel and runs his hand over his hair, from front to back, in what I assume to be understanding; the cigarette hanging onto his bottom lip.

The new man has becomes annoyed by the delayed response; impatient.

Zayn finally drags his eyes back up to the man, “Nothing she didn’t like.” he says with a deep, satisfied smirk.

"What did you just say?!" The man takes a ragged step towards Zayn, "Need I remind you-" his breathe hitches.

"-No. You don’t." Zayn quickly cuts off the man before he can finish, and drops his eyes once again.

Zayn’s face stays firm, not allowing his pride to take the blow but does not deny, nor compete, with the force behind the new man’s words either.

He resembles a kid just having been caught for a bad deed.

The man slowly returns to his previous position and swivels around to face me; locking his eyes on mine, though they are no longer harsh.

His eyebrows furrow into a few worn out worry lines set upon his forehead, making him appear worrisome.

His features are soft, but his eyes are piercing.

They are a beautiful, yet hypnotic whirlpool of green; a mixture of emerald and jade, maybe.

His tone of voice and body language so clearly express anger but, as he stands here looking at me, his features continue to droop and appear almost lost.

Is it just me, or does he actually look upset?
What in the actual hell is going on here!?

Who is this man?

"Who- Who are you?” I manage to squeak; caught helplessly in his retinal webs, like a moth to light.

My mouth seems to be slowing down, matching the rest of my dazed body.

His eyes dim substantially at my weakened question; his mouth forming into a hard line.

"I may know my place… But do you know yours?” Zayn steadily threatens; his eyes slowly crawling up the back of the man’s figure to the back of his head.

He turns to Zayn and puts his back to me. He stands directly in front of me, resembling a guard dog.

Ok, I must be going mad! - It looks as though he is shielding me.

Is he protecting me from the other man; Zayn?

But aren’t they in cahoots with each other?

Aren’t they?
No?

Then would that make him the ‘good guy' in this, my, twisted story?

No, he can’t be.
I heard what he said, (“…I told you specifically not to hurt her!…”).

No. He is just toying with me as well.

I am too busy tangling myself up in my scattered thoughts and replaying the man’s words in my head to notice that him and Zayn have begun talking profusely.

In my momentary state of paralysis, I manage to look up to the new man.

The conversation must be elevating, by the appearance of a vein protruding from the side of the new man’s neck and his fists clenched yet again; rising slowly to gather on either sides of his ribs.

Their once calm words have transmogrified to shouts and howls, finally pulling me from my psychological slipknot.

The man does not move to strike Zayn, yet stays cemented before me.

I could at least get the jump on one man somehow, but there’s no way I can take down two full grown men all on my own.

If now was ever as good of a time, then I should probably go with my gut and get as far away from the both of these nuts as possible!

The men are so purely engrained in their argument, now slowly inching closer to the inevitable collision, that I practically jump at my slim chance.

Miraculously, without so much as a single noise, I slide my feet softly over the gravel, positioning them in the direction of my open-willed freedom.

The man is really angry, yelling at Zayn for god knows what, but I am not listening; instead, just intensely focusing on my footwork.

As soon as the best time arises I will go back on my previous word, run into the brush, hide myself until they give up their sadistic search, then escape for help; wherever it may be.

I close my eyes slowly, psychologically preparing myself, and search inside my mind for the compressed bravery.

My eyelids flutter open, having found what I’d sought after, and I take a deep breath.

I glance back over to the men, to see them even closer to each other than before; their fists matching in aggression.

It’s now or never Viddía.

I draw in another deep breath and at a break in thought, lunge in the opposite direction of my reaper and his ‘friend’.
My feet are swift and light, pushing me away from the tormented reality that had sucked me up.

They pound against the gravel, carrying me further and further away.

I don’t look back; increasing my speed with every step.

My adrenaline has joined me once again, slipping through my bloodstream like heroine.
My feet carry me with ease, slamming down onto the upturned rocks.
The feeling of the wind crashing against my face, and dragging along my hair, is invigorating.

"What the fu-She’s running!” I hear Zayn holler.
“Stay here!” the other man says firmly.

The moment I get a good twenty feet away, I hear the crunch of gravel beneath another set of feet already behind me; quickly gaining ground.

So much for a decent head start

I can sense the distance between us fading at the sound of the scattering ground beneath the feet of whichever man it may be.

"Stop! Don’t run, Viddía, please stop!” I hear one of the voices holler, close behind me; muffled in the strengthening wind.
It must be the new man, judging by the plea in his call.

I have no response other than the harsh, increasingly audible, breath escaping my mouth.

Keep going,
Don’t stop,
keep running,
Don’t stop,
Faster,
Don’t stop,
Faster!

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Personal Experience: Chapter Eleven

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

I can’t look at Louis after telling him the entire story. I see him stand up to come to me, but he stops. “Its okay, Louis. I’m tired of Harry treating me like I’m made of glass…” He comes the full way over wrapping his arms around me.

I can feel his tears fall onto my shirt, “Why didn’t you call us? We would have stopped everything for you.”

I half-heartedly laugh, “That’s what Harry and Niall said.”

"Oh, baby. Why did you keep this from us?" Louis kisses my head.

"Because I thought I could handle it by myself."

"Obviously not, Love," he sighs, "You know you’re going to have to tell the others?"

"I don’t want to. It was already bad enough telling Harry."

"We’re your family, Colleen. You shouldn’t be keeping this from us."

"I don’t want to tell, Louis!" I shout pulling away from him.

"Okay, okay. It’s not my place to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do." I fall back into him when we hear the back door open; El walking out to us.

"There you two are. Nicole, Per and I have been looking all over for you."

"We decided to come out here so we could just talk without the other two disturbing us."

“What were you talking about?”

I look up at Louis glaring at him. “Just about tour and her job,” he smiles. I’m pretty sure Eleanor doesn’t believe him.

"Alright, well the rest of us are going to bed," she says.

"I guess I should go make sure Harry’s okay." I get up walking into the house; Louis whispering to El that I’m fine.

I pass Niall, “Everything okay?”

"Yea…" I sigh, "I just told Louis everything…" Niall hugs me then lets me go to bed.

After a long shower and a temptation taking over I go to my bedroom. “Hey baby,” whispers Harry from my bed.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Absolutely wonderful," he replies still obviously drunk. This worries me. It’s been a while since I’ve been around him drunk, and if I recall correctly, he’s a horny drunk. I hesitantly walk towards the bed, and. Harry immediately holds out his hand for mine. Slowly taking his hand he pulls me on top of him. "Hey," he breathes; the smell of alcohol still lingering. He guides his hand up my back, causing me to tense up. "Why do you always have to wear a bra to bed?" he whines.

"You know why…" I turn away. He pulls my head back to him and kisses me hungrily. Harry’s hands start to travel around my body. "Harry! What do you think you’re doing?!"

"You’re just so sexy…"

I try to pull away from, but his grip is too tight, “Harry! Let go of me!” To that Niall, Andrea, Nicole and Louis run into my room.

"What the hell, man?!" Shouts Louis. "Let go of her!" Louis runs over pulling me away from Harry while tears start to flow from my eyes. Andrea walks over to him and slaps him across the face.

He looks at her shocked. “What the hell was that for?!”

"You know damn well what it was for," she says glaring at him. Everyone leaves the room except Niall.

Louis immediately stops me, “Are you alright, Colleen?” I nod my head, look Louis in the eyes then shake my head. He pulls me into him hugging me tightly.

"I’m assuming Niall is staying in there tonight to watch him, but I’m going to go check just in case."

"Okay," says Nicole.

"Come, let’s get you to bed," says Louis walking me to the fourth and last bedroom in my house. Louis goes to tell El he’s going to keep an eye on me tonight sharing the room; as does Nicole with Liam. Louis takes the futon I keep in that room while Nicole shares the bed with me. Andrea takes the couch in my room, leaving Zayn and Perrie with their own room for a change.

"You’re going to have to tell the rest of them what’s going on now, after that little scene," says Louis.

He’s right. “But I don’t want to…”

"Lou’s is right," says Nicole. "It’s honestly killing me that I can’t tell Liam; he’s so worried about you."

"So is El. And Perrie. And Zayn," adds Louis.

I sigh, “Can we talk about this later? I want to go to sleep.”

I’m walking around my house looking for everyone, but I can’t seem to find any of them. “They’re not here,” I hear a deep voice that’s very recognizable to me.

"Where are they, Harry?"

"They said I should spend some alone time with you. Set things straight," the tone of his voice is starting to scare me.

"Set what straight?"

"You know," he winks.

"No, I don’t, Harry."

"Oh, come on, Colleen. You’re telling me you don’t feel the tension between us? The sexual tension?"

"No," I reply firmly. He takes a few strides to reach me, and grabs me by my waist to pull me close to him. "Harry! Let go of me!" I yell.

"I don’t think so," he drags me upstairs to my bedroom. I try to fight him off, but it’s just too strong. Way too strong.

"Harry!" I yell waking up.

Louis immediately jumps from his sleep, “Colleen, what is it?!” I can’t breathe. I clutch my chest feeling how fast my heart is beating. “Baby girl, it’s okay, we’re here,” he says wrapping his arms around me. But it’s too much for me. I shove past him getting up and running away. I hear quick footsteps following me, but I keep running. I finally make it outside feeling the fresh air on my body; the air making me cold from the sweat sliding off it.

"Colleen?" I hear that same deep voice, but only hear concern in it. I sit down into fetal position.

"Go away," I whisper wiping the tears from my face rocking back and forth.

"Colleen," more worry escapes his lips. His fingertips gently touch my shoulder. "What happened?" He sits beside me on the steps.

"I…" I still can’t breathe that well.

"Take your time, Love."

I take deep breaths trying my hardest to calm down. “I… I had a nightmare…”

"About what?" He starts to rub my back; something I never thought I would find so soothing at a time like this.

"You…"

"What about me…?"

"You… You… Tried to…"

"Stop. I don’t want to hear it anymore!" Harry knows exactly what it was about. "And I’m so sorry about last night," he pulls me into him. I wrap my arms around him. "Niall yelled at me for a good hour while Andrea sat there glaring the entire time. I’m so sorry I even attempted that. I’m never going to drink again." I few more tears escape my eyes as he holds me; consoling me. "Now you were standing there right in front of me. I hold on; it’s getting harder to breathe. All of a sudden these lights are blinding me. I never noticed how bright they would be," he sings, "I saw in the corner there is a photograph. No doubt in my mind it’s a picture of you. It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass. This bed was never made for two." I haven’t heard this song in the longest time. Thankfully no one has come to bother us during this entire incident.

We stay outside until it begins to rain; Harry immediately trying to not let me get wet. As we walk inside everyone is staring at us. They must have been waiting there the entire time worrying and questioning what’s going on. “I think it’s time you tell them, Love,” Harry whispers to me.

"But I don’t want to," I whine again. "I don’t want to be forced into it."

"They’re worried about you, Love. Come on, I’ll be right here with you," he kisses my cheek.

“No…”

“Harry,” Eleanor steps forward, “If she doesn’t want to say anything then she doesn’t have to. But no matter what it is, we just want you to know, we love you, and we care for you.” The tears fall more, and I can’t control them anymore. I fall to the floor crying the hardest I’ve ever cried in the past year.

Personal Experience: Chapter Ten

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

“Well, what shall we do?” asks Louis.

I shrug my shoulders, “MmMmm.”

He laughs, “What about a board game?”

“Sure,” I smile.

We head to my basement looking through the shelves of old board games and puzzles. “You have a lot here.”

“My family used to do family game nights before I went to high school.”

“I keep forgetting you didn’t grow up here.” I actually grew up in the United States. “How did you and Niall become friends again?”

“Twitter,” I laugh.

“Oh yea. Now I remember; how he would sit on his phone for hours talking to you and laughing at almost everything. I’m surprised he didn’t go for you first,” he smiles pulling out an old dragon puzzle my sister and I used to put together all the time.

“We never really saw each other that way,” I laugh.

“Harry wouldn’t shut up about you…”

“What?” I ask shocked slowly placing a game back on the shelf.

He chuckles, “Yea… Harry got curious as to why Niall was always on his phone, so he stole it one day, looked through his phone, and saw you…”

I blush pushing my hair behind my ears, “So he saw all the embarrassing things I said?”

“Yea. Everything you said about him.”

“Shut it, Louis.”

“I’m only teasing,” he wraps his arms around me; and I instinctively flinch from the gesture. Louis looks at me oddly then turns his attention back towards the games. “What about this one?” he asks pulling out Candy Land. I smile widely as we head back upstairs with the game and a few others just in case we get bored of the board game. We set up the game not finding it one bit ridiculous that two people in their twenties are playing an old board game.

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

"Hey Haz, maybe this’ll do you some good," Andrea says patting my leg. Niall is driving his Rover with Liam sitting the front, and Andrea, Nicole and myself in the back. Perrie and El are in Zayn’s car. Andrea has always been a good friend to me; she’s like my sister when Gemma isn’t around. I know I can tell her anything, and she will listen without judging me. She refused to believe that I am this bad boy the tabloids tried to image me as. The best part is that she’s dating my best friend; and she makes him very happy. I adore her for that. And now that I know Colleen’s secret I can talk to her, or Nicole, about it. We pull in at the Funky Buddha nightclub using the back entrance as usual. We get out with Liam and Nicole walking hand in hand followed shortly by Zayn and Perrie. Louis said that I could be Eleanor’s date, but the Larry shippers would have a field day with that. Hell, they’ll probably make up some rumor about him not being here with her. So I didn’t walk in with her, but with Andrea and Niall. Niall takes Andrea’s hand as we make our way into the club. I am pulled from my thoughts when someone grabs my hand. As I look up from the ground I see Andrea smiling at me. She’s now in between Niall and me with both our hands in hers.

"You know this is going to look bad in the morning if the wrong person sees us," I say swinging our hands back and forth.

"So let them speculate. We know the truth, and that’s all that matter," she answers.

"True. But no one knows I have a girlfriend…"

"And no one needs to know. All anyone would do is think she’s a scared little girl that you took pity to, and you don’t need that image." I sigh knowing A is right. We find ourselves a nice little spot in the corner of the club at a table big enough for all of us; with the lights dim enough that no one will really notice us.

"Round one is on me!" shouts Nicole over the base of the music. So she orders all of a shot of tequila to start the night.

"Oh god, this is going to hurt in the morning," Liam says recovering from the after effects of the shot. He shouldn’t be saying anything the way he can drink some nights.

After a few drinks the couples take the dance floor, including El with Zayn and Perrie. I look to see Nicole grinding on Liam with his hands traveling all over her body. I can’t wait to be able to touch Colleen like that again. Then I see Andrea and Niall bickering again. I roll my eyes knowing how much they fight, but get over it very quickly too. He pulls her close kisses her, whispers something in her ear. She laughs and kisses him on the cheek before she makes her way back over to our table.

"Hey Harry, everything okay?" she asks sitting down next to me taking a large sips from her drink.

"Yea, sort of. You?"

"Everything’s peachy."

"Are you sure? Looked like you and Ni has a bit of a disagreement back there," I say sipping my beer.

"Oh yes, we did, but we’re over it now. I told him I felt bad for you sitting here alone. So I wanted to come over to keep you company. Then got the speech about how it’s your choice to sit here by yourself blah, blah, blah," she laughs.

"Then it seems like I owe you a drink for ditching your boyfriend for me. I always knew I had that effect on you. But I do have a girlfriend now, so we need to stop whatever this it," I tease her.

"Oooh, definitely. But I don’t know how I’ll handle seeing you with another girl, Harold," she teases back pretending to wipe tears from her eyes. We both laugh at how ridiculous we sound.

"So, how about we take the shooter menu… And try each one on here. See how far we can make it?" I ask.

"I’m game. Let’s do it!" she answers eagerly; always up for drinking.

*Louis’ P.O.V.*

Colleen and I are playing games, but there is an unseen tension in the air, and I feel uncomfortable. In the three years I have known Colleen, I have always had this protectiveness over her; she’s become so much of a sister too, so I would do anything for her. She knows that very well, and I can tell she’s just as uncomfortable as I am.

"Alright! I can’t take this anymore, Colleen! I can’t take it when the guys keep things from me, and I especially can’t take it when you do," I say raising my voice slamming down the game pieces I have in my hands. She looks at me shocked, and I can see tears about to fall from her eyes.  "Come on Colleen, do you think this is fair to me? I’m one of your best friends too, you know?" I’m getting more angery, "I deserve to know the truth. I deserve to know why you are all of a sudden scared of us, scared of Harry! Of all people him… What happened to my confident ray of sunshine that became my little sister?" I ask quieter than before; almost whispering. I hadn’t realized she started crying through my rant. "Colleen! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell… I just don’t like being left out." I try to comfort her when the door swings open. Andrea and Harry are shit faced; walking through the door telling us how much they love us. Harry placing a kiss on my cheek. "Oh for god sake you two! Can’t you see we’re trying to talk?!" Andrea and Harry look at me then Colleen, and then at each other bursting out laughing.

"Shit, what happened to you two?" she asks walking over to Harry; no sight that she was previously crying. I’m still determined to find out the truth.

Liam tells us that the others are still at the club. “Come on now,” says Niall while walking over to Andrea then throws her over his shoulder.

"So sorry, Lou," Liam says as he throws Harry over his shoulder.

"Sorry, mate," Niall eyes me; somehow way more sober than the others. In a way I’m happy to see that Harry finally unwound. I felt bad that Andrea had to be the one to get him this drunk to relax; adding herself to the mess.

"Stop it now, Andrea!" Niall yells very annoyed at her since she slapped him in the arse.

"Nice arse, Ni," she giggles thinking it was funny.

"Hey A, I can see Liam’s arse from this view!" Harry giggles along with her; the two of them now laughing hysterically while the other two mumble to themselves.

I turn back towards Colleen sighing, and she stares right back at me. “We’re going to finish this conversation whether you like it or not,” I say sternly.

"I don’t want to," Colleen replies crossing her arms.

"Like I said, whether you want to or not."

"Fine, but we’re going somewhere else where no one will disturb us."

"Alright, Love, let’s go outside." I take her hand in mine as we walk to the backyard. I start a fire and stare at her. "What is going on with you?" I ask calmly.

"Well, almost a year ago…" I look at her to continue. "I… I… I was raped," she whispers the last word.

"What?" I reply tears starting in my eyes. "You were…?" She nods her head as her tears return to her face. "Oh baby!" I say after she finishes her story then get up to comfort her, but freeze before I she flinches from my touch.

Vampire Direction part 8

"One of us, doll."  Louis said plainly. 

"A vampire," I whispered as I leaned toward him.   

"You know how the story goes, love.  Boy meets girl, bites her in a club, traps her in a room for a couple days as she turns." he said casually. 

"I can’t turn into a vampire." I barely spoke as I sat down next to him. 

"Its already done, you were doomed at the club.  It only takes one bite and then.."  He trailed off as he continued to watch tv. 

"How long do I have until its done?" I asked inpatiently.  

Just as Louis was going to answer me we could hear the rest of the boys coming down the stairs.  They were laughing loudly and before I could react Louis grabbed me and within a blink of an eye I was back in the room.  “I’m sorry, rules ya know?”  I shook my head slightly as I looked down.  Louis shot me a strange look and walked over placing his hands on my shoulders.  “It’s going to be alright,” he said sweetly and gave me a well needed hug. I embraced the hug for as long as I could before he released me.   

"Will I ever see my sister again?" I asked quietly. 

"I don’t know," he answered just as quiet as he turned and walked out of the room.   

I heard an uproar from the boys as the door closed.  “Louis, my man,” I heard Niall say just as the door closed completely.  I didn’t like the answer Louis gave me but it was better than no answer at all.  I looked at the bed in the middle of the room as tears began to fall to the floor.  I walked over slowly and got on my knees at the end of the bed.  “Dear God, I don’t know what’s happening to me but I ask you please let me see my sister again.  Just one more time. Amen.”        

**Bree’s P.O.V.**  

I awoke late in the morning.  The sun was bright on my face, I quickly covered my face with my cover.  I cant remember what happened at all last night.  I reached out to the nightstand and grabbed my phone.  

No missed calls. 

No new messages. 

That’s strange Aries usually calls me to wake me up.  I sat up in the bed removing the cover from my head.  I opened my contacts and Aries was the first one, I selected call and walked to the bathroom.   

"Hello." 

"Hey Aries, I was expecting a call from you to wake me this m-" 

"Just kidding I cant come the phone right now please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!"  

"Oh, hey Aries, your voicemail fooled me again.  Call me back, let’s do lunch at 1:30! Bye!"

It was already 10:45 so i decided to skip breakfast and just eat an apple.  I plopped down on the couch and flipped through channels until I came across Thor.  As the credits start rolling I looked down at the time, it was already 12:50.  I picked up my phone and call Aries again.  This time it went straight to voicemail.  “Look I don’t know if I did something I wasnt supposed to but I’m sorry for it just give me a call back.”

*******

It was now 8:57pm and I still didn’t hear from Aries. I left her like a thousand messages and even called her coworker Janet to see if she could get a hold of her. Nobody had seen or talked to her since last night. It was bothering me so I decided to drop by and see why she wasn’t answering anybody.  

I double checked all of the windows and my back door, grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. It was kinds of chilly so I went back in to grab a jacket. 

As I waited at one of the lights I looked up to admire the night sky. It was very clear and the moon was big and bright and almost full.

I lived about 15 minutes away from Aries and with no traffic I got there in about 10. All of the lights were off and the door was locked. I used my key to open the door and it was freezing inside. I walked over to the thermostat as I called out for her. “Aries! Are you here?” I turned the heat on and made my way to her room. “I’ve been calling you all day. I wanted to go to lunch.” The room was empty but had clothes on the floor. She never leaves clothes on the floor.  

I looked around some more and it didn’t look like she had even come back home. I immediately called Janet, “I don’t think Aries has come back home from last night.” 

"I’ll call more of our coworkers and see if they have heard from her" 

"Ok, thanks."  I sat on her couch and watched tv waiting for her to come home. 

The morning came and there still was no sign of Aries.  I called her again and it went straight to voicemail.  I slowly got up walked to the kitchen to get some water.  I had been crying and worried all night and this water was well needed.  As I stood by the kitchen window I could see that the door to the garage was open. That wasnt open last night.  I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 just in case I needed to call. This is like a scene out of a scary movie and I know I shouldn’t go in here.  I took light steps toward the door trying to avoid making any sound.  I stuck my hand in slowly and quickly flicked on the light.  The garage was empty, instead for her car.  I hit my forehead with my palm, I didnt even think to check to see if her car was here last night.  I stood there for a moment trying to think of where else she would go.  We don’t have any family and she doesn’t have much friends besides her coworkers.  I have to go report her missing.  I grabbed my jacket off the couch and made sure I left everything as I found it.   

I walked into the police station trying to keep my cool.  I didn’t want to go in there sobbing and causing a scene.  I walked in calmly but as soon as the lady at the front desk asked me what I needed I broke down telling her of the last time I saw Aries.  “She’s always at home or work and nobody has seen her and she’s the only family I have.  Please, you have to help me find her.” 

"Calm down, we’re going to help you find her.  Come with me and we can get you something to drink while you wait for an officer to fill out the missing persons report."  I tried to hold in the sobs as she walked me to a small room. It only took about 20 minutes to fill out the report and record my message to Aries, "Ok Ms. Miller we are going to finish all of the paper work and try to get this out on the news broadcasts tonight.  Go to home and get some rest, we’re going to find her, ok?"  The lady from the desk told me as she walked me back to the lobby.  I nodded my head slightly and walked toward the door.  

I opened the door and heard a someone yell, “Woah!” as the door barely missed his face. “I’m so sorry!  I wasn’t paying attention, are you ok?”

"It’s ok you didn’t hit me, just scared me a bit."  He chuckled. "Sorry." I repeated with a small smile as I continued to walk. "Hey, what’s wrong?"  The stranger asked as he stepped in front of me. "My sister is missing."  I barely said without breaking down again. "How long has she been missing?" He asked with a questioning look on his face.  "Almost 2 days."  It was beginning to be to much for me again and I broke down. My knees were headed for the ground below but I was suddenly stopped and brought back up to my feet.  "Let’s go get some food and we can talk about it, if you’d like."  I just looked at him for a moment, analysing the stranger in front of me.  His hair was slicked back and hidden under a gray beenie.  He was tall, very tall, and wearing gray sweat pants and a rolling stones t-shirt.  His smile was big and welcoming, I nodded and walked with him.  "The place across the street has great burgers."  I smiled weakly as he was trying to cheer me up a bit.   

We got into the small restaurant, the stranger walked ahead of me and started to talk to the hostess.  She was smiling big as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear.  I could understand why she was smiling, he is a very attractive man and if the circumstance weren’t like this I would be smiling just as big.  I looked at her intentively and saw as her smile began to fade.  When he came back to her face she nodded and looked over to me as she grabbed 2 menus and walked us to the back corner where no one could really see us. “Enjoy your meal, your waiter should be here in a moment.”  She said with a dissappointed face.  I waited until she was out ear shot. “What did you say to her?”  I asked him quietly. 

"I just told her that you were going through some things and we needed to sit in the back so you could cry if needed."  I gasped as I reach over the table and gave his shoulder a slap. 

"You shouldn’t tell people I need to sit in the back and cry."  His face lit up with a huge smile and it was contagious.  I was smiling for he first time today and it felt good.   

"Ouch!  You’re just dead set on hitting me today."  I smiled and shook my head.  "I’m Harry," he said offering his hand to shake.  "I’m Bree." I said as I shook his hand.

Blood (Part 5)
As I witness the crazed man shift his eyes, from the crippled window socket, down to me, It is almost like everything is moving slower; dangerously close to not at all.

There’s nothing but wild pleasure in his gaze.

A strange and mysterious man.


I, plastered across the ground, find myself starring at my reaper.

Except this reaper is not a memorizing set of bones held together by only dark will, and a torn robe; tattered by the groveling souls.

If it were I would see a scythe at his adumbral side, frowning down at me, delving into my soul; judging me for my every chosen path, no matter good or bad.


No, not even remotely close.

My  personal version is more realistic.

My reaper is a sported man wearing a twisted smirk, while he toys with me as though I’m a child’s doll.


I snap from my odd comparison when he pulls his knife wielding hand from the now empty socket where the window once was.

Glass works to meld into the gravel, forming a dangerous mesh.

A few haunting shards remain stuck in place, peering out from the crevice of the door, baring their fangs at him.


His jacket sleeve catches on one of them as he retracts his arm.

He notices and yanks his arm back, causing his sleeve to utter a deep tearing noise from the shard’s jagged grip.

His sleeve tugs harshly at the glass, causing the tip of the dagger to crack off into his sleeve.

He is not fazed in the slightest as he brushes off the access glass fragment from it’s nestled refuge in his sleeve.

He steps toward me, rendered momentarily paralyzed on the ground, but to my surprise he stops just at my feet.

"I said I would give you a head start, so go! - before I change my mind" he half yells, kicking the tip of his boot at the sole of my shoe, tempting me to move, like an animal.

Amongst all of this terrible mess I am so thankful for my Toms. I can’t go a second without them.

My dad once told me as a kid to always wear some type of form based shoe, so if anything were to happen I would be prepared, and Toms were the most convenient and comfortable.

I stare up at him dazed. The sun is rising in the background, slowly but steadily, against the caramel sky.

There must be a good-sized body of water nearby for the sun to perceive and mirror so effortlessly.

An odd, yet spectacular colour to be projected amongst the stretched out-cotton candy-shaped clouds.


This man is purely psychotic…

-What am I going to do?

I use my hands to push myself up off of the ground, then bring my right foot in front of me to steady myself, on bent knee, setting myself in the typical marriage proposal position. I simultaneously put my right hand on my right knee set before me and push off of my knee to lift myself to my feet.

I pat my sweats and jacket, shooing the dust from it’s rest, then turn my back to him.


I wait mere moments before facing my head to the side, lining it up with my left shoulder.

I focus on his figure in the corner of my left eye.

He stays still for a moment realizing what I am doing.

I stalk his every motion as he turns on his heel and walks away from me, in no particular direction, with the knife still in his hand. He still holds the same body language, screaming at me to run for the hills and beyond.

I hear the clicking of his pocket knife as I watch him press the smooth back of the sleek blade against his thigh, pushing it into it’s conjoined sheath.

He puts it in one of his jacket pockets.


No!

I am anything but a coward.

-To hell with this!


I turn back to face him so quickly, I could easily give whiplash to a tornado itself.

My eyes are set ablaze as I dig them into the back of his neck, mentally scooping out all of the pre-meditated words from his throat.

If looks could kill, he would’ve been the one on the ground; A single black butterfly would flitter free from his gaped mouth.


“NO!” I scream at him, causing him to turn back to me as well, taken back by my outburst.


I lower my head, targeting my eyes on his, my eyelids tightened against my pupils.

Quite a menacing look.

I hardly even recognize my rage-influenced bravery.


“Excuse me?” He questions, in a bewildered version of his voice, attempting to mask his confusion but I can see right through it.

He almost mimics me, narrowing his eyes on mine, then takes a large step toward me. I do not falter; I take an even larger step toward him. He is astonished by this, my unexpected move, I can tell.

My vision intensifies and, in an instant, goes red.


“I will not be the fool you make into some-sort of game; I will not run, nor will I even walk from this spot! I will not be your makeshift coward, pressed under forceful threats! If sick merriment is what you’ve sought-after, then I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’ll have to continue your search elsewhere!” I take another big step to him, balling my fists at my sides and subconsciously pushing out my chest.


“-I will not play pawn to your sick version of amusement. If you want to kill me, then enough of the idol threats; Do it!” I take yet another large step toward him, but this time I reach him.

I am now mere inches from my reaper.

“-Hold true to your word; lose your knife in my chest!” I pound my fist against my chest, just over my heart; ‘X Marks the Spot’.

I am completely out of breath by the time I finish my outburst, standing with my fist glued to my rampant chest; panting, feeling strong, and holding my ground. I can’t help but feel such tremendous adrenaline and so tuned into my primal instincts.


Through attempting to deceive me with a collected cover, he is forced back a few steps by my words with an appalled look in his eyes, replaying them in his head.

He is obviously shocked.

As am I.

That look soon disappears.

It is smoothed over with a cheeky smile; of all things. At the sight of his formed lips, I drop my fist from clenching my chest.

Oh my- Why did I just do-  Why is he smiling?!

He steps back towards me, with his new found ‘sense of humor’, his body language is now cool and calm.

He reaches his left hand into the same-side pocket of his jacket, while extending the other. He shifts it open, baring his palm to me.


“What ar-” I am barley able to say before he grows impatient from my hesitation and reaches further, then grasps my right hand carefully into his fingers.


“What are you doing?!” I regain my lost words, while yanking my hand away in horror and confusion.


“Don’t worry, vixen, I’m not going to hurt you… This was all a test, and you should be happy to know that you passed; more so than expected actually.” He utters in slow reassurance, dropping his rejected act of ‘kindness’.


I take a small step back and stare at him. Rage consumes me.


“A bloody test!?…” I say exasperated.


As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I step back to him with impulse burning in my fists. I swing my right, dominant, fist at his face and connect it with the bridge of his nose.

He stumbles back a few steps, nose in hand, but has no time to fully register my assault as I throw myself at his torso. I force my hands around his waist and shove my right shoulder into his abdomen. 

We both topple to the ground, landing with a hard thud.

I use him to cushion the fall against the gravel, falling on top of him messily, with my hands pressed against his chest.

I sit myself upon his lower stomach, hugging his hips with the inner sides of my bent legs. I position myself directly over him and rear my right fist back for another.

"You sick son-of-a bitch! You broke into my home, stole me away, drugged me, and almost killed me for ‘A TEST’!?” I scream frantically in his face between my blows. My knuckles rocket back to him, cracking against his right cheekbone; burying into his soft skin.


I use my left, non-dominant, hand to thread around his throat as my right hand cocks back to hit him for the third time.

With tears vengefully forming at my eyes from shock, I hold him in place. Droplets fall to his face and puddle against his squinted features.


His pulse is nonexistent under my trapping grip.


I yank myself, along with my left hand, back and stare down at him through clouded eyes in disgusted confusion.

I can see that he was greatly surprised by the strength behind my attack.

He is enraged now; livid.


I shouldn’t have let go. Crap; big mistake.


His hands shoot to my wrists, confining them beneath his long fingers.

He then launches me off of him.

I crash onto my side about a foot away from him.

He hastily sits up, positions himself to his knees and reaches over to me, pushing me onto to my back by my shoulders.

He then climbs onto me, submerging me into the gravel.

He locks me in place between his knees like I had done before, grabs my wrists again, and puts them above my head.

He puts both of my wrists in one of his hands, holding them still, and moves his free hand to his face.

 His eyes bore into mine.


“What a bad girl you can be.

*tisk*

*tisk*

*tisk*.” He mocks me as he caresses his, not so fresh, face.

“No; that just will not do.

You will have to be taught some manners.” He snickers down at me.

He yanks me up from the ground with him and pulls me close against him. He does not look at me, but scans everywhere around me. He is just tall enough to easily peer over my head.

His eyes light up when I assume he found something to his liking.

He looks down at me, gives me a wink, then looks back to his target.

I follow his eyes to the adjacent truck as he endeavors to drag me over to it.

I dig my feet into the ground, try to flail my arms to break them free of his grip, and anything else I can do to cease his suppressive hold.

He drags me to the back of the vehicle, pulls me to his left side, then ties his left hand firmly around my waist.

I thrust my elbows at him and bash my frantic fists against him, such as a kid throwing a temper tantrum.

As I just found myself getting the jump on him only seconds before, to my disadvantage, he is obviously well aware now and very strong.

I cannot even manage an inch from him.

He uses his free hand to un-latch the tailgate. It drops down with a moderate thud. He returns the hand to me while I struggle and fight him the entire time.

He shoves me against the truck and bends me over the tailgate.


“What in the hell are you doing!?” I scream, panicked.


He is going to kill me now; I know he is. This is it…


He leans down to my ear. “Your misbehavior will not go unnoticed; I’m now going to supply the appropriate punishment.” I can tell he’s smiling, I can just sense it. He takes some sort of demented pleasure in my pain and discomfort.


He leans back into his original standing position.

My eyes screw shut awaiting the unexpected.


What is he going to do; stab me, shoot me, suffocate me, snap my neck?-what!?


Nothing happens for some time. He just holds me against the truck. The anxiety is killing me before he even has the chance to.


“Stop torturing me, just do it; I can’t take this! I’m not going to give you what you want so I am of no use to you!” I wince.


“Quite the sadistic type aren’t you, my little vixen. And it’s quite the contrary-“ He trails off. He takes a step to my right side, still keeping his grip tight.


You are to ‘him’, as gold is to a greedy Pirate.” He continues.


“Which makes it all the more enticing to make you squirm under me; knowing he abhors even the very thought of my touch on your, alleged, “pure” skin.” he sucks in a tight breathe and places his hand on my lower back, just above the hem of my sweats.


“I am most certainly not yours; Who are you talking about?!” I grimace and twitch from the tips of his fingers tracing along the near-bottom of my spine.

What a stupid question.

Just as I ask of the mystery-man, the light evidence of his hand disappears from my lower back. I sign with relief under my breath.

I sighed to soon.

He strikes me across the ass. Hard. Quick. A loud ‘clack’ sounds from the collision between his palm and I.

My pupils dilate and almost tear at their seams.


“Ahh!” I yelp, jerking forward under his force, sliding against the hard plastic covering of the bed lining.


He seems to take solace in my cries.

He strikes me again, but this time allowing his hand to linger against my sheathed skin. He spreads his hand against me and squeezes tightly.


“How beautiful.” he says proudly behind me.


“Aghh, stop!” I practically squeal from the lecherous grope and the hot sting produced by his form of ‘punishment’. 

Personal Experience: Chapter Eight

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“What do you call this?” I hear someone say from behind me.

“Good morning, El,” I smile at her. I look back towards Colleen to see she fell asleep.

“Well?”

“You didn’t hear the big commotion a few hours ago.”

“What commotion?”

“Exactly,” I laugh, “Louis and Niall thought it would be funny to switch sleeping areas last night. Meaning that Louis, your boyfriend, decided to cuddle with Andrea.”

“He what?!” she nearly yells. “I’m going to kill that boy,” El shakes her head.

“You, Per and Nicole were sound asleep when Colleen and I went to check out what was going on.”

“You love her, don’t you? Like, you truly love her?”

“‘Course I do,” I push a few strands of Colleen’s hair out of the way.

“Is she ever going to tell us what’s up with her?”

“I have no clue,” I sigh. “Like I said, it’s completely up to her. Nicole and Andrea know because, well, they’re her best friends. Aside from Niall, that is.”

“I’m worried for her. We all are.”

“I know.”

“Especially Louis. Harry, you know how protective he is of her.”

“And if he were to know he’d flip shit.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

I glare at her, “Drop it, El.”

Colleen begins to stir, “Mm? What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing, Love. El just came to join us.”

“Good morning,” she yawns.

“‘Morning, love bug.” El joins us on the couch as we continue to watch TV. I’ve had the movie channels going for a while now.

“Can we watch cartoons?” Colleen asks.

“Sure, Love. Anything for you,” I poke her nose and turn on cartoon network. Even at twenty-five years old she still loves her cartoons. She lazily draws patterns on my chest as we continue to lie together on the couch. Nicole and Liam join us in the room next, and I can hear the sounds of cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen knowing perfectly well who it is.

“Is Zayn still pissed off at Louis and Niall?” I ask.

“Oh yea,” Liam replies. “He got up and went to sleep with Per.”

“That explains that question,” say Eleanor. We all laugh.

“How come you guys didn’t go back to sleep?” asks Liam.

“We couldn’t,” I reply.

“Have you gotten any sleep since you’ve been here? Either of you?”

“Yes. Usually when we’re sharing a room,” I lie.

Zayn, Perrie, Niall, Andrea and Louis pile into the living room after about an hour of the other half of us watching Batman: The Animated Series. I stare at Colleen as her face lights up in excitement to the show. “How many of these episodes have you seen, Colleen?” Liam asks.

“All of them,” she immediately replies.

“Jeez… And I thought I was a Batman freak.”

Colleen giggles, “Haven’t I shown you my comic book collection?”

“NO!”

She starts to laugh more, “If you want to check it out, it’s in my basement.”

“You won’t show me?”

“Maybe later. I’m quite comfortable here,” she squeezes me a bit. Everyone laughs. Colleen can be such a kid sometimes; and it makes me wonder what goes on in her head. The way she can go from this happy, go lucky girl to a broken girl that makes my eyes water, and causes my heart to break.

“What should we do today?” asks Louis.

“Be lazy like every other day,” answers Niall.

“Oh, come on, we should go out and have fun.”

“How about we go clubbing tonight?!” yells Nicole. I feel Colleen slightly tense up then relax right away.

“That sounds like fun!” says Perrie, “I need to have a good night out!”

“Yea, we need to have fun before we go back to work,” Liam says causing everyone to laugh.

*Later that night*

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?” I ask Colleen looking into her eyes.

“I am,” she smiles half-heartedly. “What should I wear?”

“How about that dress you wore on our first date?” I wink at her.

“I don’t know… Isn’t it too revealing?”

“Not for my taste…”

“I’ll go put it on, and then see how I feel.”

As Colleen changes I grab my outfit; black skinnies and a black t-shirt with my favorite boots. Colleen absolutely hates them. Just as I pull my shirt over my head Colleen walks back into the room. I freeze in my motions, “I forgot how sexy you look in that dress.”

She smiles shyly. “I don’t know… I don’t really feel comfortable…”

“But… But…” I stutter, “God, you look so sexy.”

“Harry, I don’t want to wear it!” she yells then storms back out of the room.

“Everything okay, Haz?” Louis asks peeking his head into her room.

“I don’t think we’re going to the club tonight.”

“Why not? It’ll do you good.”

I start to get frustrated, “No. Just leave it. She and I aren’t going.”

Colleen shyly walks back into the room, “Harry, you can go if you want. I’m fine by myself here.”

“You seem stressed lately,” says Louis, “You really should go. I’ll stay here with Colleen.”

“But.”

“Harry!” he yells, “You’re going. You can go as Eleanor’s date. You need it.”

“Fine,” I grumble.

Louis leaves the room to go talk to Eleanor. “I’m sorry,” Colleen says walking towards me.

“Please don’t apologize,” I say still angered pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s not going to be fun without you there.”

“I’m sor-” she stops mid-sentence, “I just don’t… Well, you know…”

“I know, Love, I know,” I pull her close kissing the top of her head then her lips.

We walk downstairs since everyone is waiting for me. “Are you sure you two don’t want to come?” Zayn asks Colleen and Louis.

“I’m sure,” Colleen whispers.

“I am too,” says Louis.

Colleen walks over to me giving me one last kiss before I leave, “Go have fun, Haz. You don’t always need me to have fun.”

“‘Course I do,” I wink at her leaving the house.

Graduation party. September 26th, 2014.

Nervous eyes and frantic breaths of anxiousness. She was the valedictorian.
She was always the quite one and didn’t have much to say and speaking in
front of her whole grade and teachers feared her to her bones.

She just wanted him to get there and comfort her into a warming embrace and
whisper she was going to do great and he was gonna be there through it all.
Of course her family and friends were there but no one compared to the
extent of reassurance he could provide her with. Just a simple nod from him
would calm her down more than any massage or comfort food she’d ever gotten.

She kept glancing around for him but to no avail. She fished for her phone
in her tiny clutch her dad had gotten her for her graduation. She took it
out and texted him,

*Y/N: Baby, where are you?*

*Harry: Sorry, love I just got out of an interview I’ll be there in 20
okay? Calm down for me, baby. I can’t wait to see you!! :D x*

She smiled down at her phone as her best friend nudged her and raised a
questionable brow. She just shrugged and went back to looking at her phone
to text him back.

*Y/N: Okay cheerio I’ll be waiting. I love you x*

*Harry: I love you, beautiful .x*

She got warm tingles all over her body at his text. It had been three years
and she still felt the exact way she felt the first time they texted after
meeting at one of his mate’s parties. He was a charmer, of course. She on
the other hand was the total opposite. Always quite and kept to herself.
Maybe, that’s what attracted him to her like a magnet to another. Maybe,
that’s why to this day he can’t go a day without seeing her. Maybe, that’s
why when they were together they were at their strongest peak of happiness.

It was nearing her speech as everyone sat around and watched the happily
graduated seniors sauntering off the stage with their degrees. She was
fiddling with her bracelet he got her for her 17th birthday. It was a nice
white gold chain with a heart that was rimmed with diamonds and his initial *H
*carved in the middle. She smiled at the thought. Speaking of him, where
was he? She couldn’t help but worry and sigh out loud.

Her mother glanced at her and grinned.

"Everything alright, sweetheart?" She asked her, worriedly.

She grinned and replied, “Just a teensy bit on edge. I’m okay.”

"It’ll be all turn out great lovebug. We believe in you so much" She
squeezed her hand and went back to watching the ceremony.

She took a deep breath, relieved at her mother’s words. *At least someone
believes I won’t mess up.* She thought to herself.

Just as she was nearing the steps of the stage she heard a rush of murmurs
and maybe a squeal or two. She smiled to herself and turned her head and
stared at him dead in the eyes. He grinned holding a bouquet of mixed roses
with all sorts of pastels and pinks. She blushed and proceeded to walk up
the stairs.

She got her award and degree as everyone stood and clapped. This was her
moment. This was it. She took deep breaths and walked to the podium. She
looked up and around the room and felt her heart beating fast against the
material of her dress. She gulped and started her speech.

——After speech——

She smiled big as everyone clapped for the girl who always stayed silent
and had her nose deep in books and bobbing her head to her music at the
back of the class.

He was so proud of her. Watching her walk down the steps and into his arms
made him feel like at home even amongst all the people watching them and
admiring the exchange.

He hugged her tight to his chest right up to the point her ear was pressed
against his thumping heartbeat that lulled her to sleep every night and
made her feel at home and safe and known that no matter what happened she
would go back to that silent melody of his beat at the end of the day. She
closed her eyes and smiled while he squeezed her and stroked her back
soothingly while whispering,

"I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I love you" so quietly that only she
heard it.

She looked up and grinned showing her pearly whites while he kissed her
nose lovingly. Their warming embrace got interrupted by her best friends
coming over to cheer and congratulate her. She pulled away from him
regretting it instantly.

Stacy bellowed, “(Y/N)!! Oh my gosh look at you! You look so beautiful and
Harry! Such a pretty couple” (Y/N) blushed and looked down as Harry
squeezed her waist and thanked her overly cheery friend.

They all chatted for a bit until the girls left and they were alone at last.

"So my lady what would you like to do to celebrate this wonderful
occasion?” Harry asks, grinning ear to ear, dimples on show denting his
cheeks. Dimples so deep she could pitch a fort in them. A fort with her
initials on it, claiming he was hers and always will be no matter who or
what came in their way.

She smirked in the way she only did for him and right away he knew what she
meant with that smirk of hers.

"Really wanna know baby, hmm?" She asked thumbing the single white button
on his button down paired with a pair of tight washed jeans and a causal
blazer with suede ankle boots.

She loved how coordinated he was with her simple white dress with frills
above the knees where the dress’ hemline ended.

She was only naughty when it came to him. No one knew about her dirty side
except her lover and she intended to keep it that way.

"Tell me, darling. " he whispered, the tip of his thumb tracing her cherry
red lips.

"I wanna suck your cock H. I want your cock buried in the depths of my
throat and I want you to choke me with it till I fucking weep for it inside
me. Can you do that?” She whispered, softly like when the wind hits the
curtains and makes them flow so gently but with force, making no noise
higher than a mellow swoosh and that is exactly how he felt from that
whisper. Soft spoken voice but strong force behind every syllable.

He tugged at her bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger before his pupils
dilated into slits of dark forest green. He bunched her dress around the
waist with his fist, making it ride a little higher on her thigh exposing
her milky flesh, digging his nails into her skin through the cotton of the
fabric as a sign of extreme hunger cause of the fire she ignited in his
lower belly.

"Want you, need you, now." He said, breathing faster in short spurts of hot
air.

"Just gotta say bye to everyone and then we can go okay? Try to tame
yourself till then” she smirked and trailed off, leaving him blinking hard
and coughing to shake off how turned on he was.

She walked to the cluster of her family and friends while he joined her
shortly after, kissing and hugging everyone and telling her friends they’d
see them later at the after party one of the guys at her grade planned to
throw. After they bid their adieus he guided her over to his vintage Audi
and helped her in, closing the door and hurrying to his side and sliding in.

He started the car up and almost moaned at the sound of the still
functioning engine for such an old car. The car was his baby alongside his
now impatient and horny girlfriend who was rubbing her thighs together on
the cream white bench of the car. She bit her lip and dared to look at him
who was now pulling onto the highway.

One thing she very much enjoyed about the car was how the benches where
connected together with no space between them so she could easily slide
over to him without the gears interfering in the middle. She scooted over
to him and kissed alongside his neck while he gripped the wheel and
tightened his jaw at her tongue’s antics. She sucked a crimson mark on his
pulse point as he gasped lowly.

She ran her hand down his tensed torso and stroked his strained cock and
squeezed it while still sucking on his neck.

"You like that daddy? Tell me you like it daddy. Tell me you want my pussy
riding that cock of yours. Tell me daddy please” she whispered in his ear
while he tried to keep the car straight and not make it trail off the
highway.

"Fuck (Y/n) baby stop I’m driving, please" he begged even though he was
enjoying this just as much as her.

She didn’t listen cause his voice sounded just as weak as his plea for her
to stop so she kissed down his collarbones and slowly bent over the bench
with her ass up in the air facing her side of the window. Anyone passing by
could easily get a good look of her perfectly rounded bottom but thankfully
the glasses were tinted.

He sneaked a glance at her ass and instantly groaned at the sight of it up
in the air ready to be spanked and demolished. She gave him credit for his
ability to control himself and the car so well as she licked his cock over
the denim of his jeans. She unzipped and unbuttoned it and slid it down up
to his upper thighs, him lifting his ass to further help her.

She looked up at him and smirked while she licked his hard cock over the
cotton of his boxers teasingly.

"Take it out already." He moaned impatiently as she giggled like the vixen
she was.

She took his cock out slowly stroking it and licking her lips as she licked
up the side of it and sucked the tip into her warm, wanting mouth. She
loved sucking cock, not any cock, just his. She never understood the
concept of finding something so sexy and intimate gross. It was beautiful,
almost like art to her. She loved doing it and he loved being the one being
on the receiving end of it. It was almost like her mouth was made to suck
his cock.

She sucked him inch by inch, gulped him down with every momentary suck. She
took him more than halfway in as he released a throaty groan. She felt the
car wobble to the side a bit and giggled around the girth of his cock
realizing she was the cause of that. Her tiny giggle fit sent vibrations
all around his cock as he thrust his hips into her mouth without knowing.
That action made his cock go all the way to the back of her throat as she
groaned and closed her eyes, saliva dripping down the side of her lips. He
looked down and widened his eyes as he realized he’d went too hard and deep.

"Oh my god, baby are you okay? Im so sorry, baby." He kept apologizing as
she shook her head and smiled, sucking deep and bobbing her head without a
trouble.

He forgot all he was saying as she hummed around his length and smirked up
at him. He pushed down on the accelerator and sped up along the highway
trying to dodge cars left and right just to get home sooner and fuck the
living daylights out of her all the while she kept sucking and moving her
head up and down to please him.

While he tried to drive faster than he already was, she took his balls out
of his boxers and massaged them with the pads of her fingers, putting
pressure on them and making him squirm with all the teasing. She took his
cock out of her mouth and spit on it and his balls as she silently licked
it all up like a kitten learning to sip milk. He was so close but he held
on just for the sake of her. She nuzzled her nose under his cock as she
stroked his long and painfully hard and pink length, dripping with
delicious drops of his arousal from the slit at the tip. She stroked him
faster and lightly scraped her teeth against the skin of his balls as he
hissed and attempted to not throw his head back. He finally took a sharp
turn into his driveway just as she was about to suck his cock into her
mouth again.

He pulled her up by her hair gently as she moaned and licked her lips and
ran the back of her hand against her lips to wipe off her spit and his
pre-cum. The look on his face as she faced him was ferocious. His eyes were
dark and his irises were rimmed with black while his pupils proceeded to
dilate and his hair was a sweaty hot mess like he’d just come out of a
sauna. His cheeks were flushed pink along with his parted lips. He grabbed
her around the hips and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he got out
with her and slammed the door shut with his boot clad foot with her
clinging on to him so as to not fall.

He carried her to the house without so much as locking his car as he
fiddled with the lock and finally getting it open. He slammed the front
door shut too while pushing her up against it. Her dress riding up her
thighs, her graduation robe and hat long lost at the ceremony during all
the cheers and hurrying to get home .He held her against the door and bit
into her neck frantically trying to get his mouth anywhere he could on her
body.

"Teased me enough baby, now it’s your turn don’t you think?" He panted
against her heaving chest.

She just nodded, too scared to talk in fear of losing the little breath she
had left.

He ran his hot hand up her torso to her chest, moving up and down with the
fast breaths she inhaled every second. He placed his hand right against her
beating heart, fluttering inside her like a new butterfly trying to use its
wings.

"Who does this belong to? Who made your heart rate race baby?" He whispered
into her ear as he sucked it into his mouth then left kisses under her lobe.

"It belongs to you Harry, its all yours. It only beats for you I promise."
She pants, not able to speak clearly.

He smiled against her neck, moving his hand to her throat to press her head
further against the wooden door. She moaned and closed her eyes, loving his
domineering side.

"I love you baby, you know that right?" He kissed up her jaw to the corner
of her lips, sucking on the side of her bottom lip.

"I love you so much Harry, I love you I love you I love you. Please take
me, I’m yours.” She pants, desperate.

With that, he carried her upstairs to his bedroom, not wasting any more
precious time before they had to leave for the party. He placed her on the
edge of the bed as he leant down to take her heels off, kissing up the side
of her ankles to her knees and up the inside of her thighs while she sat up
on her elbows to watch him, smiling at how lucky she was.

He smiled at her as he sucked a tiny mark on her right thigh, close to her
pussy. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He whispered sucking on her sex over her soft
cotton panties.

"It’s too much, I can’t, fuck I can’t" She gasped gripping the sheets.

"Haven’t even started yet baby." He laughed slowly, almost mocking her.

She slumped, back against the bed while he hiked her legs up to his
shoulders and took her panties off. He looked at her as she sucked on her
lips, waiting for his hot mouth. He kissed her hood and slowly parted her
pussy lips and licked his lips at the sight of her beautiful, pink, swollen
clit. A tiny, throbbing vein vibrating inside it. He almost came right
there but once again held back for the sake of her. He spit on her clit and
sucked it into his mouth as she arched her back and moaned out. He looked
up at her while he kept sucking her throbbing bud. He massaged her thighs
in an attempt to calm her down and moved his hands down under her ass,
bunching her dress around her lower stomach as he gave her ass cheeks a few
squeezes and lifted her pussy up into his mouth even more to taste her
better.

"Oh my g-Harry fuck fuck yes." She screams as he hums onto her clit.

She reached down to grab one of his hands that was on her abdomen to apply
pressure and increase the height of her ecstasy. She gripped on to it tight
as a reminder she was still on earth and not floating above with the stars
and dust and birds.

He squeezed her hand and slipped a finger inside her with ease as she
gasped from the back of her throat. He pushed in deep but not as deep as
his cock would go. His rings rubbed against her lips as he moved the finger
in her, rotating it to pleasure her. She was breathless and squirming. He
added another finger and this time his rings followed into her walls and
the metal cool of the rings created an earth shattering sensation against
her hot walls.

She arched her hips as he moved his fingers in and out trying to coax an
orgasm out of her. He bit her clit and moved his fingers fast and hard. She
was so close she could feel the warmth spread through her bones like
wildfire as she chanted his name and gripped onto his sweaty hand. She
finally felt it reach her toes as she shook and came all over his fingers
and mouth, hissing and screaming and panting.

"That’s it baby, that’s my good girl. You’re so good for me" He cooed,
kissing up her thighs to her chest and nuzzling his nose into the hollow of
her collarbones

She kept panting as he stroked her sides and calmed her down enough to rile
her up again. He grinds his cock against her thigh as she moans and
unbuttons his shirt and takes his blazer off along with his shirt and
throws it on the floor. Next come his jeans and boxers along with his
boots. He decides to keep his socks on which makes her double over with
laughter, bubbling out of her like hot lava out of a volcano. He makes a
pouty face at her for making fun of him. She shakes her head and wonders
how this very man had had her writhing under his touch mere seconds ago.

He got on top of her again, glaring at her with his hands holding her wrist
on either side of her head to stop her from shaking with laughter.

"Making fun of me huh? Are you gonna laugh while my cock rams into you,
honey hmm?” He bites her shoulder, the strap of her dress falling off the
sides.

She shakes her head and moans at his choice of words and the gyration of
his hips against hers.

"We’re gonna keep this on, okay?" He motions to her dress, bunched up
around her belly, exposing her dripping pussy.

She nods biting her lip. He pumps his cock and rubs it against her clit and
slit. He kisses her nose and between her brows.

"Ready beautiful?" He questions, looking into her eyes.

"Mm hmm, take me daddy. My pussy belongs to you."

And at that he slams deep into her warm walls as she lets out a scream and
rolls her head back against the pillows. He kept thrusting his hips forward
eventhough he was fully in her, with her walls pulsing and encased around
him like he was hers and no one else’s and she’d never let him go.

She gripped his bicep and dug her nails into the vanilla flesh as he kept
thrusting and kissing her neck and all around her chest till he bent down
to suck a pink, perky nipple into his mouth hungrily. He held onto her
waist as he thrust with all his might over and over. His cock was hitting
all her walls and her g-spot perfectly pleasuring both of them as she moved
her head side to side on his pillow, too much pleasure for her to handle
and contain. She mewled as he gripped her cheek with his free hand to keep
her steady and make her look into his eyes, filled with so much lust it
overcame him.

"Baby baby, hey look at me (y/n)" He cooed.

She stopped shaking and looked at him, her eyes lulled and tired but ablaze
with lust just like his. He keeps his pace up as he kisses her and she’s
home again, just like at the graduation in front of hundreds of people and
right here as they make love, alone in the safe confines of his room, it’s
the same feeling. She was so safe and at home as he held her and rocked his
cock deep into her pussy, no barriers. Just them. Their endless love and
want towards each other and them. S he gasped as he thrust forward with
a strong force.

He grabbed her thigh and brought her leg over his shoulder as he sat up on
his knees to fuck into her better. He held her foot as he kissed her ankle
and thrashed his hips into hers as his curls bounced wildly and the bed
squeaked and hit the walls. He reached over and slapped her clit as she
arched her whole upper body into his touch, submitting to him and his palm.
He slapped her pussy again as she let out a high pitched whelp and gripped
the headboard behind her.

"You like that baby? Tell daddy you like him spanking your little cunt." He
pants as he thrusts into her again and again.

"Oh God daddy yes fuck yes I love it!" She cries out.

While he keeps thrusting he sucks two fingers into his mouth as she
watches, blinking rapidly, so high with the heat of his cock inside her she
forgot her own name and identity. He leans down and rubs her clit with his
wet fingers and she screams, screams so loud she could’ve broken the glass
on his bay windows in his bedroom. He groans and grips her hips and flips
her over, pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air. He gives it two
quick, hard slaps before resuming to slam into her.

"Again daddy!" She pants desperately.

He spanks her five times on each cheek and almost cums at the sensation of
her clenching around him cause of the harshness of his palm on her ass.

"Gonna come for me baby?" He groans.

"Yeah yeah fuck I’m gonna cum Harry fuckkk." She drawls out, hissing.

"Cum then sweetheart, I’m right here I’ve got you." And with that she came
all over his cock, gripping the headboard and swiveling her hips to get him
right there with her, to make him feel the extent of pleasure he drives her
to, have his warmth inside her till she can feel it trickling out of her
pussy mixed with her own juices.

He howls and throws his head back as he gives three hard thrusts and cums
inside her clenching pussy, hot white strings of creamy cum that warm her
insides and fills her up more than anything ever and she wishes she could
feel like this, this full and his all the time.

He pants after he’s finished as she tries to calm her breathing with her
cheek against the pillow, watching him and smiling lazily as he slowly
collapses on top of her back with himself still tucked inside her pulsing,
now filled with his cum pussy. He kisses her cheek that’s not on the pillow
and whispers an “I love you” as she returns it and kisses his lips.

"So how about that party?" He laughs, exhausted and drained.

"Maybe after a nap?"

"Sounds amazing." He yawns and wraps his arms around her, his cock still in
her and his weight still against her back, holding her waist and rubbing
patterns onto her slightly damp skin.

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No Angel

Basically, I have a ton of one shots based on Beyonce’s new album (for all the boys), and I just wanted to share this first one with you to see if you want to read the others.

*Harry’s texts are in bold

*The girls’ texts are in italics.

    I turned around, my backside facing our vanity, and stared at the large red mark. I smiled, but then quickly thought over the action I’d just done.

     I just smiled over a mark that was most certainly going to become a bruise. The actions of what caused the mark came flooding back into my mind. The way his lips would curve into a smile when his hand would strike my backside. The way he would give a small moan when the skin started to blossom red. The way he’d groan when I’d clench around him with each strike. 

     I could feel my knickers start to dampen at thought of how we had fucked each other the night before, it was completely different than the usual way we had sex, it was more open, free, dirty, trusting.

     I looked over at the digital clock on our nightstand to see it was only 2:30, he wouldn’t be home until seven, and I groaned angrily at the thought. I had to be stuck in a house where his smell, our memories, and evidence of last night remained for five hours when all I could think about the moment was fucking him senseless.

     I tried to think of his schedule, the way he’d explained it to me yesterday, and where he might be right now.

     10-11 was vocal warmup.

     11-12 was choreography.

     12-2 was a training session with Mark.

     2-3 was a break.

     I got jiddy when I figured out he was on break, but even more turned on at the thought he was shirtless, sweaty, and toned right now.

     I slipped on one of my robes and layed back down into our bed, the sheets immediatel bringing me warmth. I grabbed my phone off the night stand and unlocked my phone and opened up the text field with the name “Styles”. That was another one of the weird thing about us, we rarely ever called each other by our first names, I would always call him Styles and he would always call me by my last name.

     I smiled as I began to type.

     Heyyyy, what’cha up to?

I didn’t want to start off too strong, I wanted to ease us into that point of a conversation. Within seconds he responded.

     Just took a shower, drying of, you?

    Just laying in bed, thinking about last night.

'So much for easing into it' I thought to myself.

     Really? Which part.

All of them babe. More so the part when you put me on all fours and started spanking me.

I began to squirm around in the sheets, hoping this was getting to him as much as it was to me.

     Hmmm, I quite enjoyed that as well.

Mmm, I bet, you love making my skin red.

I love you babe, but I really can’t do this right now. I have to be down for a dress rehearsal in less than 20 minutes and I can’t go through the whole thing thinking about how much I want to fuck you. 

My mouth went dry at his words. I started smiling, happy that I affecting him as much as he was to me. I sat up quickly and slipped my robe off and threw it to the floor.

     You’re really gonna leave me here to squirm in our bed? I have on that bra and pantie set you really like, the pink ones with the black lace. * 

Fuck, please stop.

But babe, I’m so wet right now. I can’t think about anything else other than you slipping into me right now, starting out slow, but losing your damn when you start to pound into me. You’d like that wouldn’t you?

God, yes I would, but I can’t think about that right now, I really have to go.

Fuck baby, I’m throbbing right now.

You’re the god damned devil.

I smirked at his message.

     You’re no angel either babe.

God, how wet are you right now?

I gave a sigh of relief as he finally gave in. I reached my hand down towards my sex as my eyes fluttered closed.

     My knickers are soaked, I’m so fucking sensitive right now.

A few seconds after I sent the message I felt my phone vibrate, he was calling. I immediately picked up.

     ”Couldn’t handle just texting babe?” I smirked.

     ”I had to hear you when you come.”

     ”You really think you’re gonna make me come?”

     ”You know I can babe, I’ve done it hundreds of times before, why is now any different.”  I let silence come over us for a few seconds so I could absorb his words. “Take you underwear off.”

     I did as I was told, a little to quickly before setting the phone to speaker. “Now your bra.” I did that almost faster than before, leaving me completely naked in our bed. “Is the print still there.”

     ”Mmm, yes, but it’s fading a little.” I lied.

     ”We’ll just have to fix that tonight, won’t we?” I took a deep breathe, trying to calm myself down, I didn’t want to come fast, I wanted to drag it out. I laid down and waited for further instructions.

     ”Rub your clit for me babe, hard and fast.” I did as told and immediately started moaning. My hips started to buck against my hand  before he told me to stop.

     ”Fuck, no.” I groaned.

     ”Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna take care of you, just be patient. Now, take two fingers and push i slowly, I know you like the stretch.” He was right, I liked it even more when it was his cock though. I let out a little gasp and I pushed my fingers in and from the muffled noises on the other line, I could tell he was squirming too.

     ”God, Harry, it’s so tight.

     ”I know babe, fuck I know.” I could only imagine how hard he was right now. “Take your other hand and rub your clit again, and clench around your fingers until you come.” I did as told, my orgasm already creeping up on me.

     ”Fuck, it feels so good.”

     ”God, I’m so hard right now, go faster, harder.” I did just as he instructed as my orgasm was now begging to be released.

     ”Shit, Harry, I’m gonna come.”

     ”Go ahead love, come, but don’t stop moving your fingers until you’re spent.” Without a second thought I came, my vision went white and I swore I could see God. My fingers went even harder and faster as my hips moved violently under the sheets before I was finally spent.

     ”Fuck.” I heard him exhale.

     ”God, you a fucking the fucking devil.”

     ”You’re no angel either babe.” He said mocking me before he hung up the phone

Blood (Part 4)

I am gradually dragged into consciousness at the sound of lose gravel crunching beneath a pair of feet, adjacent to me.


“Come now vixen, get up, don’t take the fun out of this so soon.” I hear the sting of a familiar voice say.


All too familiar now.

Vile builds in my stomach at the very sound of his voice.

I grumble a few generously slurred words in fragmented sentences; barley recognizable, even to myself.

Still groggy from my forced slumber, I struggle with moving my, surprisingly no longer restricted, arms.

I drag them in front of me, placing them before my face.

It feels as though my body is greatly fatigued, but my mind is still sharp and curious.

I lift my seemingly heavy head from the sharp gravel.

A few rocks are stuck in the left side of my face.

Imprints from the ground litter my cheek, and the parts of my body played ragged against it, I’m sure.

I swipe away the mixture of dirt and rocks from my soft skin.

My eyelids drag open over my sensitive eyes; red and irritated from the obnoxious chemical.

I rub the inner sides of my fingers against my eyes, just as a child would after crying.

It is dark outside, yet slivers of maroon and fuchsia are crawling on the ground, ever-so-slowly, creeping closer to me.

I conclude its almost morning now by the calm breeze dancing along my long black hair.

It’s chilling, yet strangely comforting in a situation such as this.

There must be mountains in the distance blocking the full effects of the blooming sunrise. At least I assume so, because I don’t know what else the momentous dark figures from afar could be.

My vision is hazy and tired.

I find myself continuously trying to focus my eyes, blinking hard and squinting in the direction of the sunrise.


“Oh stop, Drama-Queen. Now move, or I’ll give you a reason to.” The man says with a menacing growl.


His tone of voice is far more intimidating than it was in the vehicle before, and I start feeling more and more distraught just being near him.

The closer he is the worse I fear for myself and simultaneously struggle to regain full mobility.

His voice sounds mature, but I’m unable to distinguish approximately how old the man could be. He can’t be too much older, just by a few years. Maybe.

I pull my right arm closer to my face, setting it just under my chin.

I push my left hand out further in front of me and grab a handful of rocks, dirt, leaves, and anything else available to be clenched up into my small left handed grasp.

I retract my hand slightly, bringing it closer to me with small accumulation.

I knead the macadam amongst my fingers, truly feeling it, as if I may be able to recognize it.

Though saddened by my failed process of recognition, I let the collection slowly slip through my fingers, resembling water, as I accept the sounds of the small mass returning to it’s resting place.

I hear rustling in the loose ground, quickly approaching me, then feel a sudden sharp pressure on my left hand.

I can feel the man stepping down on the exposed fingers of my left hand, still partially extended.


“Ow, get off my hand, you dick!” I bellow. I look up in his direction but my vision is still slightly blurry.


“You don’t know how this sort of thing works, do you?…” He pauses, increasing the pressure on my hand and slightly rotates his foot, viciously grinding my fingers into the ground.

I am your kidnapper, and you are the weak little girl who will do anything I demand, begging at my feet to not murder you in cold blood.” He breathes.

The man is silhouetted against the candy-orange sun as I look up at him with a harsh scowl and gritted teeth.

I am unable to see anything of him besides his blackened statuesque figure hovering above me.


“-To let you go back to you’re loved ones, promising to never tell anyone. You have had no say in what happens, ever since my friend so easily overcame you in your own house. How pitiful.” He continues, his voice changing from sheer confidence to what appears to be disappointment.


HA! No chance that will ever happen, you self-absorbed lunatic. I will never grovel at anyone’s feet, none-the-less the feet of an obviously deranged man, who thinks he will be getting anything from me!” I sneer up at him from my prone position on the gravel.


He removes his foot from my freshly throbbing hand, as If anticipating my words.

He promptly leans down into a squatting position, balancing on his knees.


“You can Go… ” I begin with a heightened voice, but I am taken back as he grabs my chin in just three of his fingers.

Fuck Yourse-” I try to retaliate, but he tightens his grip on my face, causing my lips to purse between his fingers; silencing me before I can finish my profane remark.


He simply stares at me.

He lifts his free hand to his face, hidden behind an ironic black ski mask, that I am now able to see he is wearing.

He pushes his lips out, muzzled behind the mask, brings up one finger, then aligns it vertically against his puckered lips.

He makes no sound, only the silent gesture, to ‘shush’ me.

The mask has two conveniently placed holes where his eyes are, but no others. My eyesight is finally beginning to normalize.

I see a small glimmer, of what appears to be red, in his barren eyes.

I jerk my head away from his grasp, but he has no trouble yanking my head right back into place, set yet again between his fingers.

My arms seem to be regaining strength but are still too heavy and tired, in comparison to what they would be if under regular circumstances.

I try to reach for him now that I have the chance, but the opportunity is wasted as my hands only make it up half the distance between us, in the dazed attempt to claw at his face.


Damn, my fragile condition!
I realize using nails isn’t the best strategy, but I’m too drained to punch him… yet… so they are all I have to work with as of now. 
I hate the very thought of ever having to “fight like a girl”, but I’d rather do that than die, battling myself over pride. My arms might as well be oversized noodles; useless!


I feel so robbed, so weak, and so pathetic.

My arms are of little use to me in the time I need them most.


Just perfect.


My legs, surprisingly, aren’t as weak. My legs have regained a larger portion of the rebuilt energy that had previously been stolen from me.

He notices my attempt at him, then shoots his free arm to my right side, snaking it around my ribs.

His eyes narrow into a hard glare.

He lifts me off of the ground, dragging me up to my feet by his duel grip on me.

He stands me up directly before him and instantaneously pulls me close to him, slamming my chest into his.

He sweeps his hand further, across my back, and leaves it there.

There are only a few inches left spaced between our faces.

I can feel his sinful breath against my face.

It is warm, yet slightly muffled by the material of the mask.

It smells of cinnamon gum.

I’ve never hated cinnamon more than I do right now.

He shifts his rough grasp on my face to a soft touch.

His fingers now almost fondling my chin, out of what seems to be sensuality.


You make my skin crawl. 
Stop touching me. 
Let go of me. 
I swear, as soon as I have my strength, I’m going to punch you in the throat as hard as I can, and run as fast as I can. 
I don’t know where I’ll go… 
Anywhere. 
Anywhere, but here.


“I’ll give you a head start…” He hisses to me as if he read my mind like a book passage.


What? - can he hear my thoughts? 
Can he hear me now?… 
Can you hear me?… Screw you! 
If you can hear me, I hope you fall in a deep hole and rot for the rest of your twisted life.


His breath pushes harder against my face, warming my nose and cheeks.

He is now close enough to my face to transfer the same air.


Gross. Gross. Gross.


“What?” I say over his strange touch.


“-To run. Try not to fall, don’t become tired too soon, And get as far as you can; I won’t wait long to come after you..

-Now that, who you referred to as, so-called ‘Mommy’ isn’t here to ‘protect’ you, I finally get to have my fun with you…” He pauses, taking a long drawn out breath. He moves his right hand from my chin down to the base of my neck, where it links with my collar bones. He clasps the skin of my throat firmly, yet strangely doesn’t hurt me.


He leans in close, stopping next to my right ear; His breath is hot against my exposed skin.


“I’ve been waiting sooo loong for this…” He whispers slowly into my ear, really drawing out a few select words.


“Make it worth my while for as long as you can, vixen, I bore easily” he purrs, attempting to camouflage the harsh nickname he has now apparently given me.


My sight clears fully and I notice just how close he really is. He is practically nuzzled into my neck.

He is also quite tall.

He doesn’t pull away for a few more seconds. He lingers in my personal space, hovering just over my neck with his hand painted around the base of my neck.

As he finally withdrawals, it feels as though he is a snake slithering over my shoulder. His hand is the last to be removed.

Chills are involuntarily sent down my arms and I can’t help but shiver.

He must notice, because he backs quite a few feet away from me. He steps back, far enough in front of me, that I can see him full view-head to toe, through finally focused, and unbound eyes.

He reaches his hand up to the back of his head and balls the material of the mask into his loosely gathered fist.

He drags the mask over his head then drops it to his feet where he stands.

My eyes want to fly out of my head at the surprise; Stalking the mask all the way to the ground. It rests itself on the tip of his left foot.

I figured all kidnappers would never take it off on account of intending to keep their identity concealed.


How stupid are you - to let me see you? You’re sooo going to jail when I get far enough away from you to get help… 
If there is any, at least… 
Shit… 
I’ll figure it out… 
Now is not the time to panic. 
Stay cool Viddía. 
This guy must be stupid, so you could have a real chance! 
… 
Right?


Once my eyes spring back up from the ground to behold his face, I seize the opportunity to firmly focus on him for the first time.

To my absolute and utter shock, he is so innocent looking, so familiar looking… and so… attractive.

It feels like poison to even think such a thing.


Who?- How? -The hell is this? 
… 
Aren’t psychos supposed to look like decrepit older men? Yet here this one is looking like he’s in his 20’s. He seems so familiar though… Why can’t I shake the feeling?


He has a thin layer of beard spread evenly from one side of his jaw to the other; perfectly trimmed, edged, shaped, and kept.

He also has a small mustache coating his upper lip, meeting down to link with his thin beard.

His eyes, dark chocolate brown, are similar to his hair.

Though his hair appears almost black in this very dim light.

It is perfectly gelled upward, despite the mask, with a few pieces and strands struggling to break free from the unwanted form.

Beautifully structured cheek bones and slim cheeks shape down to his lips.

His lips are slim, yet oddly still full.

He is wearing a dark leather jacket over a blood red t-shirt clinging to his chest.

It’s not very big in comparisson to other large men, but still big enough to easily notice. He has a lean body and matching muscle definition, such as a sported swimmer.

Tight black jeans wrap firmly around his legs, followed by large, ankle-high boots. The boots, being laced all the way to the top, match with the colour of his jacket.


He appears to be a normal young man, but something is off about him; Extremely off. And its making me even more nervous. But I can’t figure out what it is.


As I am feeling more and more anxious with each passing moment, I begin to uncontrollably fidget on my feet.

I feel his thick brown eyes burn into me as I quickly look back to his face, noticing his sight is already focused dead on mine.

I can’t force myself to look away.


This is all just so strange. 
What is he thinking? 
What does he want? 
Is it me he wants? 
-Doubt It- 
But if I was his ‘objective’ then why would he be dressed so nicely to supposedly murder me?


His eyes harden, a sinister smirk plays on his face, and he slowly begins to take small steps toward me. It feels like he is taunting me.

With each moment that passes, his eyes become darker and enraged.

He resembles an angry bull rearing his horns at me, as he approaches closer.

As he attempts to close the now smaller gap between us, he pulls a moderately sized pocket-knife from behind his back.

He moves to hold it in front of him as he flips it open. I mentally find my feet and start to back away.

My feet mimic his, as he builds speed, walking in my direction

With each step he takes towards me, I take one of equal, or less value backwards.

He lowers his head but keeps his eyes locked on me, causing shadows to overcome his face, leaving only his eyes illuminated in the weak rays of sunlight..

Rocks and sand grind together, slowly giving away in unison, beneath our feet.

I seize my spontaneous uproar of adrenaline.

I turn to run but I’m cut short by a truck parked conveniently behind me.

Unable to stop myself, I ram into the back-right door of the truck’s cab. My hands, feeling the full effects of my adrenaline surge, fly in front of me instinctively to block my face from hitting the vehicle, and are victorious.

He jumps at my sudden rush of movement and lunges at me.

Gravel violently kicks back, flying through the air, from his force against the ground.

I turn around against the truck just in time to see him now only a foot away from me. He is fast.

He has the metal gripped tightly in his right hand, as he is thrusting it in my direction.

Without thinking, I dive to the ground, landing on my hands, chest, and stomach; as he reaches me, just barley missing his attempted assault.

Rocks dig into my hands, and tear numerous small holes in my jacket.

I hear a tremendous shattering noice.

I look back over my shoulder in shock, through the hair freshly draped over my face and see the once solid window is now littering the ground beneath him in millions of fragmented pieces.

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