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)-

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"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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He began to kiss my neck while I tried to push him off. "Harry. We cant do this here." I mumbled. "Says who?" He replied. He slipped a hand up my shirt and the other to my bum. "Jump." He mumbled. I did so and he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist. He moved his lips to mine. Harry tugged at my shirt, taking it off of me. He took off his as well. I ran my hands down his torso.

He placed me down and had put down the toilet seat cover. He then sat down as he pulled me on top of him.

The stall had became filled with soft moans and groans.

Harry unclasped my bra and cupped my breast. I ran my hand down to his pants and fiddled with his erected member, causing him to moan slightly into the kiss. He stood us up, and kept me against the stall wall once again.

The restroom door had opened and we heard feet shuffling. We remained as silent as possible. We were breathing heavier than usual but we tried not to.

I looked at Harry worried, not sure what they would do if they found out we were in here. Harry remained emotionless for a moment, but a smirk soon appeared.

He took both of my wrists in one hand and held them above my head. I shook my head at him with wide eyes, signaling that whatever he was doing, he better stop. He ignored my gesture and brushed his lips against mine.

His hand slipped down to my pants, unbuttoning them, then quietly unzipping it. I struggled to get my wrists out of his grip. He made an effort to stop making me move by pressing himself against me. Harry slipped his hand into my underwear and fiddled with me. I held in any moans that were going to slip. I knew what he was trying to do now. He was trying to make me get us caught.

Harry began to tease my entrance. "Come, baby. Moan for me." He whispered low enough so the person wouldn't hear. I shook my head, knowing that if I were to speak, it would only be either moans or swear words. He smirked and kissed my neck, leaving quite a few love bites. We heard feet shuffling then the sink turn on.

Eventually the person left and it was just Harry and I in the room. "Dammit Harry!" I finally moaned. He chuckled and removed his hand from my pants. He released my wrists and picked up his shirt, slipping it on. I zipped up and buttoned my pants, picking up my other clothing afterwards.

We dressed once again, and left the restroom. "That was so not fair." I said as we walked to the movie theater located on the second floor. "Was it?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Ah, don't worry. Its not like were finished anyways. We still have the rest of the day to have some more fun." Harry smirked and pinched my bum. I jumped a little. "You're so immature." I mumbled.

We made it to the movie theater. "What do you want to see?" He asked looking at the boards along the wall showing the available movies. "Um...." I thought. "How about that one?" I pointed to one of the movies. "Sure."

"Two tickets please." He asked the man in the box. "Here you go." The man gave Harry the tickets and we went inside. "Oh." Harry said as his phone began to ring. "Hello?" He asked.

"Hey man you still at the movies?" Dylan asked. "Uh, yeah. Where are you?" - "We're making our way to you." - "Alright, see you when your here." Harry said and hung up.

"Dylan and Layla are on their way." He told me. I nodded slowly. I didn't really care.

Eventually they showed up and we saw the movie together.

"That movie was wicked." Dylan exclaimed. "Dude I know right! Especially when that guy got his head smashed," - "And all his brains scattered everywhere!" Dylan finished my sentence. "Yeah!" We laughed. Layla gave us a dirty look. "I cant believe you two losers actually liked that. It was by far the worst movie I've seen. It was totally gross." She complained. "Well of course you wouldn't like it, all you care about is your phone that you cant seem to look away from." I said. She rolled her eyes.

We drove back to the apartments and made our way up the stairs. "Well this has been a long day, I'm going to head home." I told them. "Finally." I heard Layla mumble. "I'll walk you." Harry offered.

After Dylan and Layla were in Harry's apartment, Harry and I made our way to mine. There wasn't much talking involved until we reached my door. "Well, thanks for walking me." I said and walked in. I tried to shut my door but he stopped me. "Uh, not so fast." Harry said. "What now?" I groaned.

He came inside and closed the door. "I told you, babe, were not finished with what we started earlier."

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