Stalker

Paris Anna Smith is a normal Middle school age girl. When she meets two guys with her best friend jasmine, they get invited to a college party. Little did she know that they weren't their age, they were actually college guys. When she and Harry, one of the college boys, start dating she ends up getting pregnant by him and her parents do not approve of her dating a guy who is 5 years older than her. What will happen then? Read to find out!

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6. Chapter 6

Paris's Pov: 

I leaned in and pressed my lips softly on his.

His kissed back instantly. 

He pulled me over on him so that I straddled him.

"Hey Paris are you re-" Jasmine said coming in. 

I looked up at her face that showed horror. 

"Uh yea." I got up off of him and put my shoes on. 

"Wait, you don't have to go." Harry said standing up. 

"Yea we do, we have a curfew." Jasmine stated. 

Harry chuckled. 

I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye Harry." I said. 

I grabbed my phone off the bed. 

"Bye Paris, Oh and couldn't help but notice we have the same phone." He said nodding toward my phone. 

"Yea, okay, that was not random." I nodded and laughed. 

"Bye, love." He said waving. 

"Bye." I said. I walked slowly out of his room and down stairs. 

"Damn girl." I heard a guy come up behind me. 

I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Jasmine opened the front door and walked out I followed behind. 

"So what did you and Harry talk about?" She asked. 

"Nothing really, mainly about his family and things like that." I replied. 

"Is he a good kisser?" She said smirking.

"Jas!" I yelled slapping her arm.

"What, I'm just wondering." She replied. 

There was a long pause as we continued walking. 

"Yes." I said blushing. 

"Aww, that's cute." She said. 

"What is?" I asked.

"Nothing, there's my house, ill see you tomorrow. Bye." She said running away. 

We'll then. I thought about Harry the whole way home. 

I finally reached my house and walked through the door. 

I took off my shoes so I wouldn't wake the house. 

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. 

I walked upstairs, just being a shadow in the dark and quiet house. 

I opened my door and closed it behind me. I say my phone and shoes on my dresser. 

I signed. I pulled my dress off and climbed into bed. 

I grabbed my phone and decided I would text jasmine. 

I clicked the top button and saw a blonde kid on a purple scooter eating a sandwich. I knew this kid.

Niall. Niall the kid from the party, Harry's friend. 

I slid unlock and apps popped up on the home screen. I scrolled side to side. 

Twitter. Instagram. Vine. Kik. Skype. And many more. 

I don't have a twitter, or Instagram. 

241 messages. I wasn't that popular. 

3,456 emails. Nor that important. 

I clicked on pictures. 889 pictures. 

Most of them of the blonde kid and some of 3 other boys I didn't know. 

I existed the pictures and clicked on contacts. 932 contacts. 

I clicked on my info. 

Name: Harry Edward styles.
Age: 18
Birthdate: 2/1/94

I exited it quickly. I had Harry's phone. Then that means he has mine. 

Harry has my phone!

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