Friends With Benefits

This is a story about a girl, who is deeply in love with the member of One Direction Harry Styles, and they are friends because of their familiys. It's a long time ago since they saw each other because of Harry is busy, but when he is in England something happens... They become fuck buddies, so everytime Harry is around England, he pays for her ticket to come visit him for a "little chat". Is this going to be more? Are her feelings for him to strong to go on? Will he get feelings for her?


11. Fuck

I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. My hand ran through my hair as I tried to think of a plan to get Harry back. I couldn’t imagine myself being with anyone but him. I closed my eyes imagining a cup of tea, a kiss, a good move etc., of things to do, and the first one to pop into my mind to do it with was Harry. His cheeky smile, gorgeous eyes, pink lips, curly hair and so on. It was in my dreams, on everyone I saw his faces, and every time I thought of the word perfection he popped up. I began to remember his touches. My touches, my touches down his breast, from his beautiful hair, to his incredibly sexy six-pack. My thoughts ran after me, and they didn’t let me slip, from crying in anger of what I lost, and what I might not get back. I would love to watch a movie with Harry. Maybe even just running into him on the subway would safe my whole day. And oh my God, his dimples. God bless his dimples. Wait, God bless the girls who looked, and was able to touch his dimples. I lost all that. Or maybe you can’t say I lost it. Actually, I never really had it.. It had always belonged to Nicolette. I could imagine him and Nicolette laying on California beach right now, with a good glass of champagne and strawberries. My mind was going crazy, and I just started screaming into my pillow. Suddenly, after about half an hour of crying, my phone started ringing. Ryan. I took the phone answering with a raspy stuttering voice. “Hi Bianca, I really enjoyed your company and would love to go out with you again sometime? Ryan said and I could hear his friends sit in the background hoping for the fact that I would say yes. I looked at my calendar, hoping not to find any date. But I couldn’t lie to Ryan. I was free every day. “Uhhm, what about this Saturday?” I asked nicely. “Sure! Wicked!” He said, as I could hear his voice shaking. “Well I have to go Ryan, bye” “Bye Bianca. I’ll pick you up at eight.” That was the last thing he said before I fast hung up. Ryan was a lovely guy, but not my type, or who I really wanted, and maybe in the end of the day he might only be after my 5 seconds of fame (summer, lol) I took my phone texting Alissa. Oh God, what was the plan with my life? 

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