Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free. But, I guess it was just wishful thinking. -(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


23. CH. 23

As we made our way to the mall, Dylan blared his music through the car. I honestly didn't mind the music, but Layla seemed to be annoyed. "Ugh, turn off that trash!" She groaned. I gave her a look, though she didn't see, as if to say 'what the hell?'

I mumbled to Dylan, "keep playing it." He smirked and continued with the music. Layla ran her hand through her hair in frustration, which caused me to smirk.

Harry pulled into the mall's parking lot. "We're here everyone." He said, stepping out of the car. We all got out and made our way to the doors. When I stepped in I saw two floors, people on escalators, and an area full of restaurants. I liked the mall, though I never bought much.

"Lets get some lunch." Dylan suggested.

We waited in a line, but as we waited, I saw Layla flirting with Harry. Harry was completely ignoring her, which I found humorous.

I ordered, then paid, just like everyone else. I found us a table and sat down. Harry took the seat next me.

Layla and Dylan came and sat shortly after. "So, what are we doing after this?" I asked. "We could walk around, in and out of stores. Maybe see a movie they have showing here." Harry said, then taking a bite of his food. I nodded, that sounded like a good plan.

People chattered all around us, though none of us spoke. Layla fiddled on her phone, as usual, and Dylan checked out every girl the walked by us. On the other hand, I just looked around. That was until I felt something warm on my thigh. I looked down and saw Harry's hand laying there. I looked over to him and mumbled, "what are you doing?"

"Shh, babe." He whispered. He then moved his hand up higher. I stopped him by putting my hand on his, then moving to his own thigh.

He raised an eyebrow, though he had a smirk across his lips.

"So, how about them stores?" I asked standing up. Harry then stood, followed by Dylan. Supposedly Layla didn't get the memo that it was time to leave.

"Layla, you coming?" I asked. "I'll leave when I want to." She snapped. "Ok...." I said to myself. I began to walk off, but noticed I was walking alone. I stopped and looked back. I flung my arms up a bit as to say, 'what are you doing?'

Harry held up a hand and mouthed 'hold on.' He said something to Dylan, and he began to walk over to me. Dylan had sat back down at the table with Layla, who seemed to have no clue she and her brother where the only ones at the table. "So... are they not coming?" I asked. "Nah, we're gonna see a movie and meet up with them later." He said. "Oh."

"But first," He started, then pulled me to the nearest empty bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He brought us into one of the male's stalls. "There is just something I need to get out of the way that I've been dying to do since this morning." He said quickly.

He then pinned me against the stall wall.

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