we were relaxed sitting on the couch of liam. the concert was great and everybody was happy. we chatted a little and Zayn left to go to bed. now i realy needed to go on toilet. so i excused myself and left for toilet.
as i left the rest room everything was dark. suddenly a hands grabbed my wrists, lifted me up over a shoulder and carryed somewher.
"that's not funny! who's that?" no answer. my hands travelled up to the head of the person. i felt hair. Curly hair.
"Harry?" i whispered.
"where are we going?"
"shh. you will see." he sounded relaxed and normal. the first feeling of shock left and i relaxed a little. he opened a door went in and shut it close. i freezed as i realized a sound. he looked it.
"Harry why are you looking that door? and why did you carried me? i could have walked normaly if you just have asked me to." he let my feet down to the ground.
"Harr-" he pushed his lips into mine roughly grabbing my wrist, pulling me closer to his body.
"i love you" he mumbled as he breathed hardly.
i shook my head. "harry, i d-"
"you will love me. please let me pleasure you. i will make you feel so much better then niall have." he pushed me onto a bed and pulled of his shirt.
"harry no. please stop" i begged while he kissed me and finaly managed his tounge to mine. his hands travelled down my body. i felt them everywhere. i couldn't help but moan. it felt so good. his hands left goosebumps all over my body.
"you like it and i will make you want it, beautiful." i tried to push him off but he was to strong.