Only You

Brooke Cullen is your average 18 year old girl in her senior year of highschool wanting to make her last year the best. She's the popular nice girl that everyone loves till Harry Styles joins her class. She started being tormented by him and her perfect year goes down the drain.

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6. Surprises

“H-Harry," I stuttered, using your hands to try and weakly push him away. “I d-don’t want people thinking I’m some slut, and it’s not fair for you to say these things without asking me what I-" 
His lips pressed against my neck, causing your voice to automatically cut off. My  eyes fluttered shut against your will. “Mmm, you’re my slut, now aren’t you?" He whispered in your ear, sending chills down my back. 
“H-Harry," I  tried. 
“You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you baby?" He pressed himself tighter against you, so that I could barely breathe. I whimpered in response to his question. His fingers dipped inside your black leggings, pulling them down slowly. His lips closed around my  earlobe, and his teeth gently bit down, causing me to gasp in surprise and arch. 
“I-I’m still mad at you," I attempted to sound threatening, and even I thought it was a pathetic attempt. He chuckled darkly. 
“That I can live with," he replied. He easily picked me  up, wrapping your legs around his waist. My  leggings hung around your ankles, and you impatiently kicked them off, while connecting mine  and Harry’s lips. I loved his kiss, the way it was both rough and sweet, protecting and damaging. His tongue shoved it’s way into your mouth, while I tugged at his jeans. He used his free hand to slip inside my  panties, and grinned hugely at what he caused.
 “Who’s making you this wet?" He asked, a sexy smirk on his face. “Hmm? Who’s making you so fucking horny?" I groaned as one finger slid easily inside you.
 “Tell me." 
“You are," you said breathlessly, unable to open my  eyes. “It’s always you." 
He added another, even longer finger, and your moan caught in your throat. My  fingers dug into his biceps, so hard that I KNEW I'd  leave marks. I didn’t care. Harry groaned at my  reaction, as he carefully added a third. He mercilessly played with you, bringing you to the edge and drawing back, refusing to let me  go over. 
“Fuck!" I cried out the third time he did that. He leaned forward to breathe into your ear.
“Come for me," he said softly, and you saw stars. Harry wasted no time in throwing me onto the ground.  He was hovering over me the next instant, positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready?" 
“Are you fucking kidding me?" I replied, causing a grin-the kind that always manages to take your breath away- to cross his face. He pushed, hard, inside of me . My hands immediately gripped him , as i moaned loudly. 
“That’s right," Harry breathed as he slammed into me. “Scream my name," 
“Harry!" I  groaned, all my anger at him vanishing. My  eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that it hurt. I  didn’t care.
“Look at me," Harry demanded, “Watch me fuck you." 
I groaned again, forcing my  eyes open so that I could see the sweat in his hair, and watch his muscles, and the tension in his face as he pushed inside of Me. My nails raked down his back, causing him to hiss. That's the last thing I remember from that night. That morning I woke up like I just had a bad dream in my bed at Kalel's, naked. 
"What happened?" I mumbled to myself. 
I woke up feeling sick. I went to the bathroom and threw up. 
Wait! I didn't even eat last night. Oh My God no!! I called Harry in a panic. 
H- Hello?
B-Harry! I think I'm pregnant?
H-What? Why?
B- I just threw up this morning and I didn't even eat! 
H- Oh fuck. Can we just bring you do the doctors today?
B-Can we go now? 
H-Okay I'll pick you up in 5 minutes.
I hung up and just threw on sweatpants and a shirt and left. 
In the car I was tapping my foot like crazy. I was so nervous. Harry tried to start a conversation but I ignored him. 
The doctor he brought we to was kinda sketchy. By sketchy i mean like the neighborhood and the doctors kinda scarred me and stuff like that. When we got to the doctors I took the test they gave me and the doctor brought to the room.
"Hello miss Cullen. Is this your husband?" The doctor asked happily. 
"Um no,"
"Fiancé?" 
"Nope,"
"Boyfriend?" 
"Uh no," 
"Oh dear god," she mumbled to herself. 
"Well the results are, you are not pregnant," 
I looked at Harry and he looked at me and we both cheered. 
"Oh my God Yay!!" We both cheered. 
"I'm glad you guys are happy, but I also have some bad news," she continued.
"I'm sorry so say but it's not just that you're not pregnant it's that you can't have kids," 
Kids were totally apart of my future plan. 
"I can't have kids? Like never?"
"Yes you can't have kids ever," 
I suddenly became very depressed. 
"Is there anyone you can talk to about this?" She asked.
"Um can I just go home right now?" 
"Of course," 
I stood up and walked out Of the room. 
"Brooke? Are you okay?"
"Harry just take me home,"
"But-" 
"Now!"! Shouted at him.
Tears started going down my face. 
"Take......me ........home now," I said chocking on tears. 
"Okay okay," 
He took me home in silence. When he dropped me off at Kalel's a surprise was there in the kitchen. My mom. 
"Hi Brooke," she said walking towards me.
"I can't take this right now," I whispered to myself.
"Can we talk?" She asked me. 
"Get out now,"
"But-"
"NOW!" 
She left my house and I locked myself in our room and cried

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