You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)

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23. Twenty Three ღ

        "Oh my gosh, this is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth," I say, biting off another mouthful of cheesy pizza. Everyone is mimicking my enjoyment.

        "Are you sure it's the best thing you've ever put in your mouth?" Harry raises an eyebrow at me, then swiftly glances at Zayn. I feel my cheeks tingle with color as everyone at the table starts to laugh. Zayn laughs too, exceptionally loud.

        "Hahaha, Harry is so funny, isn't he babe?" He play punches my shoulder then puts his arm around me. "Forreal though, Harry. That is SICK. We'd never do anything naughty like that." He looks down at me and kisses my forehead. I smile back up at him, impressed by his subtle sweetness. But that sweetness flies away as his other hand falls ever so lightly on my leg, making me struggle against an excited yelp.

        "We all know Zayn isn't a sex god like you, Harry." Louis smirks, sending the whole table into a new round of laughter. Zayn is chuckling too, allowing his fingers to dance along the inside of my thigh. Breathing is the last thing on my mind as he breaks away from the laughter long enough to breathe "so they think" in my ear. My blood ignites.

        "He's always been one to focus on tattoos and drawing more than girls," Niall chimes in, still munching on his pizza. I nod and smile, trying desperately to hide the rendezvous that's going on under the table. His fingers just keep circling my thigh, higher and higher, slow and tantalizing, until I clear my throat and shift in my chair. He glances over at me only to smirk, continuing his unfair tease. I raise and eyebrow at him and he gets the message, excusing himself from the table. I wait a few minutes and excuse myself as well, looking for this mysterious man.

        "Looking for me?" An all too familiar voice says beside me. I turn and cross my arms at him.

        "What did you think you were doing back there?"

He grins a devilish grin and pulls me to him, out of the eyesight of others.

        "The same thing I'm going to do right now." And with that his lips are on mine, claiming them as his own. His hands trickle down my sides, down my hips, resting on my butt. He pushes me harder into him, my hands having no choice but to fall into his perfectly placed hair. They tangle in his dark brown waves, as his hand slips down, under my skirt, grabbing a handful of what he thinks is his. But it is his, oh gosh it is.

        "Ever made out in the back of a pizza place?" He says between breaths. I let my hands slide down to his jeans, toying with the zipper. I pull it down slowly, achingly, until he moans against my mouth. I smile with satisfaction and zip it back up quickly. He pauses and stares at me in disbelief.

        "You know, I never have. I've never had sex in the back of a pizza place either, so I guess I shouldn't start now. If you'll excuse me, I have dinner to finish." I put on some more lip gloss, fluff my skirt, and run my fingers through my hot and very bothered curls. But gosh, I could have done him right here, I unwillingly think. I smile sweetly at him before kissing him again and grabbing his hand.

        "Let's go!"

He follows me out, playfully swatting my behind before anyone can see. And then he adds under his breath, "you wore that tight skirt on purpose."

I giggle and lead him back to the table, not answering him. He already knew what I was up to.

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