Slave Auction

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Summary: Jenna Brown is entering her freshman year in high school. This high school however, has an annual tradition called the Slave Auction- where seniors bid on freshmen to make them do whatever they want for a whole week. Every year, a group of the hottest guys in school bid against each other on the hottest freshman girl, and try to get her to fall in love with them. This year the seniors are: Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson- and Jenna is the girl they are after.

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13. A Day With Harry (#TeamHarenna)


Liam’s alarm clock goes off and I open my eyes to see that I was lying on his chest. I could feel his muscular arm around me. I’m dreaming about this again?! I groan angrily.

“I’m sorry!” Liam jumps up. “I forgot to turn off my alarm last night,” he explains turning it off.

Wait a minute.

The alarm clock was playing “Smile”. In my dream it just buzzed. In real life it played “Smile”. Am I not dreaming? Were we really sleeping like that?

“I’m sorry,” Liam says again lying down on his back again.

“It’s okay,” I laugh.

“Just go back to sleep, pretend that never happened.”

And then me being the idiot I am, I put my head back on his chest.

“Uh,” he says. I quickly move away.

“Oh, shit I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.”

He smiles. “It's okay. It was actually pretty comfortable.” He pauses. “I mean its it weird or anything, right? We are friends.”

Well, he really likes dropping that friend bomb a lot lately.

“Right.” So I lie back down and take the same position I woke up in. I feel his arm wrap around me and his hand touches my back sending shivers throughout my body. “How did we end up like this last night?”

I feel his chest rise as he inhales, “Well, we must have just moved to this in the middle of the night. I’m kind of a cuddle-er. It sounds weird but it is true,” he laughs. “Sorry.”

“I’m a cuddle-er too,” I say and he laughs. I wonder if he can feel my heart pounding in my chest. “And it’s okay, it is actually pretty comfortable.”

I feel his chest fall as he laughs once more. There is a silence and then he says, “Can I ask you something?”

Do I have bad morning breath?


“Well I know I’m graduating this year and everything, but I was wondering if-,” his phone rings interrupting him. He sighs a sorry and reaches over to answer his phone. It was Harry.

“Hey, man,” I hear Harry say through the phone. “What time am I picking my date up?”

I look up at Liam surprised and he rolls his eyes. “It’s not a date. And it’s like 6:30 in the morning, why are you awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep: too excited.”

I hear a little audience in my head go “awwwe” and told them to shut up. It was just Harry.

“Yeah okay well, you can pick her up around 12,” Liam says.

“I can’t wait that long! I don’t want to be alone!” Harry complains.

“Sorry, mate. You are going to have to deal with it,” Liam says and quickly hangs up.

I giggle, “Harry’s eager, isn’t he?” Liam nods and there is silence before I ask, “What was it you were saying before he called?” I feel my heart start to pound again. How does he not feel that?

There is more silence before he mumbles, “I forgot.”

I feel my face fall from hopeful to disappointed. “You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s still really early so I’m just going to go back to sleep.”

I nod, “Yeah, same.” But I stay there until 9:30, mind racing wondering about what he was going to say and listening to his heart beat, until he wakes up.


The rest of the morning I just mope around, getting dressed and eating, until Harry shows up. He comes at exactly 12:01. I say bye to Liam and he reminds me as I leave, “Be nice to him. Like annoying Jessica nice.”

I walk slowly to his car and get in. “Hey, gorgeous,” he says.

I cringe and am about to say some snarky comment back but stop myself. “Hey, handsome.”

He looks over at me surprised, “That is the first nice thing you have ever said to me.”

“Yeah, don’t get used to it,” I say and he smiles.

“So what amazingly interesting thing do you have planned for us today?” I ask a little too fakish-ly.

“I was hoping we could just hang out at my place. Maybe mess around a little bit,” he starts to drive.

Before I can stop myself I say, “I couldn’t think of anything worse.”

He laughs, “I had a feeling you would say that. That’s why I thought we could go mini-golfing.”

“Mini-golfing? Why? In case I don’t know how to putt so you can show me by standing behind me, wrapping your arms around me, guiding me through it?”

He smiles again, “Well now that you have figured me out, no. It’s mostly just because I actually like mini-golf.”


Harry starts to blast the radio.

Okay, so being nice to Harry is harder than I thought. I just need to remember what Liam said and-

Harry starts to sing to the music and I can’t focus on what I am thinking anymore. I am not going to lie, he is a pretty good singer, but I’m not going to let him know that.

“Can you keep it down please? You are disrupting my thoughts,” and then just for fun I add, “And you’re hurting my eardrums.”

He lowers the music, “Why you gotta be so mean? You are starting to hurt my feelings.”

I jump up a little and sit straight up in my seat surprised, “Whoa whoa whoa! You have feelings?”

He smiles at me, “Yes and they are uncontrollable. Just like how I can’t control the feelings I have for you.”

I scoff, “Where did you get that from? A Nicholas Sparks movie?”

“Probably,” he shrugs. He parks the car in the mini-golf parking lot. “But it’s true,” he smirks opening his door. I sit there for a few seconds thinking as Harry makes his way around the car. He opens the door for me, “You coming, Sassy-Pants?”

I laugh, “How original.”

“You have no idea how many times I have called Louis that.”

My face drops when he says Louis, and all the memories of yesterday flood over me.

“How come you just got all depressed?” Harry asks me as I step out of the car.

I sigh, “Nothing of your concern, Harry.”

“Why not?”

“It’s personal.”

“Is it about Louis kissing you?”

I stop in my tracks, “How do you know?”

“Louis is my best friend,” he explains. “He practically bragged about it to me.”

I feel my blood begin to boil, “Wow, he didn't wait to tell you, did he?”

“Louis likes to arrivals me. It's what friends do. That’s why he did it. He knows how much I like you.”

I calm down when I hear this. Why? I don't know.

Well, I sorta do know.  Hearing that one of the hottest guys in school likes you enough to get jealous when someone else kisses you would make anyone pretty damn happy.

“So he doesn’t like me? He wasn’t technically cheating on his girlfriend by kissing me, right? Because he doesn’t like me.”

Harry shrugs. “I guess. I don't know,” he says as we stand at the back of the line to pay.

“I just wish that I could stop feeling so guilty.”

“There is nothing for you to feel guilty about. Louis kissed you and you stopped it. You tell Jessica, they break up, her and Daisy can make up, and everything will be fine… And then you and I can go out.”

He mumbles the last part and I ignore it, “Jessica and Daisy already did make up.”

“Things won’t be fully alright with them, though. I mean she’s dating her best friend’s brother. That's pretty awkward.”

He's right.

“But I can’t tell Jessica! She will be heartbroken.”

He shrugs, “It’s your call. I’m just telling you what I would do. Because, think about it; clearly he doesn't want a relationship or isn't serious about his one with Jessica, or else he wouldn't have made a move on you. And they’ve been seeing each other for like what? Four days? And he's already doing this? That says something.”

“You seem to have a lot of experience in knowing why cheaters cheat, Harry.”

His face drops a little. He shrugs and quickly looks away from me. 

There is a moment of silence as we move up in line and I think things through. I still had no idea what to do.

“Did it work at least?” I ask.

“Did what work?”

“Did the kiss work? Were you jealous?”

A small smirk appears on Harry’s lips and he licks them, “Unfortunately, yes it did.”


Our round of mini-golf ended at 2:30. Harry had beaten me. Badly. He had a score of 50 and I had a score of 72. Just terrible.

I looked at the score card as we walked to the car.

“You really suck at golf,” Harry says.

“I do not!” I defend myself. “If you hadn’t talked so much while I was putting, I would have done lots better.”

“That wasn’t your problem,” he says nudging me. “Your problem was that you don’t know how to hold a club. I told you I could help you.”

“And I told you that I didn’t need your help,” I remind him.

“How did that work out for you?” he points to the score card in my hand.

I laughed. “Not so well.”

We get in the car and pull out of the parking lot.

“So you suck at mini-golf, and you suck at video games. Is there anything you are good at?”

“Not really. I'm pretty un-extraordinary.”

He unlocks the car door and we get in. He doesn't start the engine.

“I doubt that. Come on, there must be something.”

I think for a little. “I guess I'm an alright baker.”

“Really? What is your specialty?”

“Um, I guess chocolate cake.”

“I could go for some chocolate cake right about now.”

“Are you going to force me to make you chocolate cake?” I groan.

“No, I mean,” he starts to speak in a baby voice, “unwess you want twoo.”

I look at him as a smirk creeps up on one side of his mouth. “I think I might throw up.”

“PWEASE!” he shouts.

That makes me laugh. “Alright, alright, just shut up.”

“Deal,” he nods. “But you know what that means?”


“It means you actually have to come to my house,” he smirks.

He smirks a lot. But sadly, it was kind of cute.

I sigh, “As I feared.”


We stop by the grocery store before arriving at Harry's house. He lives in a rich neighborhood. Shocker. He has a two story house that is a clean white with a black roof.

He gets out of the car. I do the same.

We walk inside and the house smells vanilla-ey. There is a huge living room when you first walk in and one whole wall is a big window which looks out into the garden. I follow him into a huge kitchen. I feel like I have walked into an old-fashioned movie. Everything was black and white. The tile, the counter, the refrigerator. It's all so big that it looks like the kind of kitchen a chef would have.

He sees me marveling and says, “It looks like we cook a lot but we never do.”

I laugh, “I would bake all the time if I had this kitchen. I love it.”

“Do you not have a kitchen in your house?” he asks.

“I do. My parents just don't like me to cook in it because they think I will make a mess.”

“Well, you can use my kitchen whenever you want.”

“You're just trying to bribe me into coming over all the time.”

“Is it working?” His smirk is back.

“For this kitchen, I would put up with you any day.”

 He laughs and a really pretty brunette woman walks in, “Harry?”

“Hey mom, this is-.”

“Is this that girl? Jenna right?” she asks pulling me into a hug.

I see Harry blush and I smile, “Nice to meet you.”

She lets go of me, “Sorry, I’m a hugger,” she laughs. “I’m Anne,” she looks over at Harry who is glaring at her now. “And now I’m leaving.”

Before she walk out of the room, her eyes land on our grocery bags. “What's all this?”

“Jenna and I were going to make a cake.”

“I will only allow it if I'm allowed to have some.” Anne says sternly.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Anne smiles. “But first, let me make myself some food. You guys go watch T.V. or something.”

As we walk out of the room and down the hallway, I cross my arms in front of my chest. I look at Harry smugly. “Care to explain how she knew my name?”

“Nah. I’m good,” he says and walks faster in front of me.

We enter now a ginormous bedroom. It was a light grey color and his bed sheets matched. He had a king-sized bed with a metal frame. His room was messier than Liam’s room.

“Thanks for cleaning up for me,” I laugh.

“You are welcome.”

He turns on the television and the Wii and I look around a little more. All his underwear drawers were open. Not meaning to, I see a flash of gold in one drawer and I grabbed it in shock.

“Why do you have gold thong?” I ask, laughing.

His eyes widen and he nearly tackles me to get it back. He shoves it back into the drawer and closes all the others as well. “The boys just got me that as a joke for Christmas.”

I keep laughing and sit at the foot of the bed, “Sure, Harry.”

“It’s true,” he sits next to me.

We play a few games, all of which Harry destroys me at. We play for about a half hour before Anne says we can use the kitchen.

“Wow, let's hope your baking is better than you gaming skills,” Harry laughs.

“You had an unfair advantage, I never played those games before.”

“Don't be a sore loser.”

We walk into the kitchen and he empties the grocery bags while I heat the oven.

He looks at me, “What do I do, boss.”


About an hour later the cake is in the oven. We enter his room again.

“I didn't know baking could be so exhausting,” Harry says as he flops down onto his bed.

“It usually isn’t, but someone just had to throw flour everywhere and make a mess.” I roll my eyes.

“I'm really angry that you wouldn't help me clean it up.”

“You're a big boy, you could clean it up yourself.”

“And I did, but I'm still upset with you.”

“Good thing I really don't care.” I sit down on the end of the bed.  

“Well, anyway,” he says, sitting up. “I think that cake we made is going to be amazing.”

“You would know since you ate almost half of the cake batter.”

He looks at me seriously, “I don't regret a thing.” There is silence as he pauses. “You know what this means?” he whispers and I shake my head. “It means we are soulmates.”

“How on Earth are we soulmates?”

“You know you have amazing baking skills and I have amazing mini-golf slash video game skills.”

I laugh again, “I don’t think that qualifies us as soul mates since there really is no connection.”

“I think so.”

“Yeah, well you are a little dumb so...”

“There you go, insulting me again,” he pouts.

“Aw, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry,” he says.

“You’re right, I’m not.”

“You have to make it up to me,” he says and I see a glint in his eye.

“How?” I ask interested.


He leans forward and kisses me softly. And oddly, I don’t pull away. 


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