3. Chapter 3
~~We started walking towards our apartment. "Why are you acting so...awkward?" Stacey asked, fixing her skirt as her heels went click clack on the floor. "Awkward?" I asked, trying to sound normal. "Yes, awkward" she said. "I'm not acting awkward" I said as I entered room 456 (our room.) I walked in and slipped off my sneakers. "Whatever" she said, walking upstairs. She can sometimes be a total......well you know, but she's always sweet and adorable around Niall and around me she shows her "true colors" if you understand that. I relaxed on the couch and flipped through the TV channels. I was too lazy to get in my bed. About 30 minutes later, I got off the couch. I remembered that Stacey always takes her naps at 6pm. I looked at my wristwatch, 6:32pm, she's passed out. I went into the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring. I groaned and walked towards the front door. I opened it to reveal a smirking Harry. "Harry, what are you doing here?" I asked. He smirked and forced himself in my apartment. "Thanks for coming in" I said, sarcastically. I shut the door. "Just be quiet, Stacey's passed out" I said, "She'll become a beast if you wake her" I said, quietly. He nodded and sat on the couch. "Um.. do you want anything?" I asked. "Yes" he said. "What?" I asked. "You" he said, gesturing me to come sit. I obeyed and sat next to him. "Nope" he said and pointed to his lap. "You sit here" he said. I moved to his lap. He moved my brown hair off one side my neck and moved it to the other. He started kissing and licking my neck. I felt uncomfortable every second. He started trailing his hands up and down my thighs, and released from my neck. "Baby, I want you here and now" he moans in my ear. I wanted to say, "Don't call me baby, you f**king creep" but nothing came out. He moved his hands off my thighs and onto my chest. He moaned in pleasure. "H-Harry, N-No" I stuttered. "Yes, baby, yes" he whispered in my ear. "No, Harry, I told you" I said, trying to get up but the more I pulled, the harder he squeezed. "Do you really think I care?" he asked. I shook my head. "I didn't think so" he said, moving me on his lap so I was facing him. "Harry, I'm not ready" I said, nervously. "I'll make you ready" he said, slowly slipping his hands up my shirt to get a better feeling of my breasts.