1. He's a murder and I'm the victim
I was already an outsider when I started high school, and now I had everyone talking about me. And calling me names like slut and whore, I only had 2 best friends that supported me. And the guy I always had a crush on was a player and always had a different girl with him. He doesn’t remember me and I wasn’t going to remind him about the one night that he noticed me. He looks at me every day but doesn’t talk to me ever, he’s a murder and I’m one of his victims. My name is Rose and I’m pregnant with harry styles baby.
I got a pregnant a couple months ago at a small party; it was me and my best friends (Lila, Roxanne). Harry and a couple of his friends were there too. I’m not the partying type but my friends though I should get out more. I was sitting next to Lila talking about school, when harry sat next to me. We didn’t talk until he noticed me.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
I was speechless and I didn’t know what I was going to say next.
“t-thanks” I stuttered. Lila later invited me to play spin the bottle. I sat down next to Roxanne and across from harry. Before it was my turn Lila had to kiss Niall, surprisingly Lila didn’t break the kiss for a while. When it was my turn I had to kiss harry. I was extremely nervous, I didn’t kiss him. Instead he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle like he didn’t want to hurt me. Soon the kiss was over; he looked at me and a smirk took over his face.
That night after the game he kept coming up to me offering me a drink. The first couple of times I didn’t take it, after a while I gave in and I took a cup. We sat down on a couch and started talking. He liked talking about his future but I’m sure that was always the topic of his conversation with the girls he slept with. He made me laugh and he was actually great to talk to. After 30 minutes of talking he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere more private. I agreed and we walked to the backroom which is also known as the lounge. Except before we got to the backroom, he stopped me and turned so that I was facing him.
He pushed me against the wall, not very hard though. He got really close to me, now his breath was on my neck. He was telling me how beautiful I was and how we always wanted me, his breath was going up to my lips. He stared at me up and down then his lips crashed with mine. This time he wasn’t so gentle, I couldn’t help but kiss him back .He committed a crime and I was the victim. His hands were on my waist and my hands were pulling his shirt. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. Now one of his hands was on my waist and the other was on my bum. My hands were on his warm smooth body, he picked me up and we were still kissing. He laid me down on a couch and the rest of the night was a fantasy.