20 Days *1 Day Left*

"You want me. Every inch of your body wants me," he hissed, "You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you". "You have twenty days left, Styles," I whispered looking at his delicious lips. "But you don't", he smirked and pushed me to his bed.


15. Day 13: Mistaken Identity

Niall and I are kind of like dating. But we haven’t told anyone about it. It’s like this some strange agreement that we have. And Harry has been acting weird these past two days. The withdrawal symptoms from not having sex, I guess. Just a week is left for everything to get over. Even though that fact makes Niall relieved, it tenses me up. I haven’t told Niall about the ‘slave thing’. And I know his reaction won’t be good. If I told him about it then I would have to tell him about the rest of the things that happened with Harry. Niall would definitely not like that.

Even though I’m kind of with Niall, Harry keeps on coming inside my head. I have dreams about him. Very Harry-like dreams, if you know what I mean. In those dreams, I’m giving it up to him. I’m giving up everything to Harry. And even in my dreams, Harry smirks the way he does in real life. Of course, I haven’t told Niall about Harry-dreams as well. There are a lot of things that I’ve been hiding. And I guess, Niall respects that. Harry makes me feel bare. Literally.

I sighed. I haven’t been sleeping well these days. Despite Niall’s protest over changing my room, I haven’t. I was out over in the balcony taking in the cool night air, thinking that this maybe the best part about living here apart from being with Niall when I heard the opening of the door, then the shutting and locking of the door.

Must be Niall.

He came behind me and brushed his palm over my arms, stopping and clutching my wrists. I shivered by his touch. He twirled me around and before I could see his blue eyes, he placed his mouth into mine, his tongue sliding inside my mouth. Instantly, my entire body became hot. I needed him. His kiss was so hungry. Like he really wanted me. He pulled down my skirt and panties and placed his palm over to where the panties were. I moaned against his mouth. He rubbed it hard and fast.

“Harry…” I moaned. Did I just say that? No. I couldn't have. What was Niall goin-

“At least you know that,” Harry smirked against my lips and picked me up, taking me inside the room, shutting the door in the process.

Before I could become shocked by him and protest against his sexual advances, I was lying on the bed with him on top of me. His mouth right over where his palm was a while ago.

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Just got a little time to post this chapter. Thanks for being patient. Will try and post the next one as soon as possible. And thanks Niksy,  Becdalexx, Judytommo, harry.styles.I<3u, karen and Sarah2750 for your wishes. I will definitely pass it on to her. Thank you. And yes, she is getting better. 

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