After carrying a drunken Eleanor to bed with her constant babbling and giggling, I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water. As I was drinking it, tonight's events started replaying in my mind. And then, all of a sudden, I felt angry.
I felt like I just wanted to pummel Harry's face in. That fucking manwhore. Touching all over me one minute, grinding all over a fake blonde the next. I have more self respect than most girls these days and he chooses to go for those walking STD's. Excuse me if I didn't wanna lose my v-card yet. Much less to a stranger, much lesser him, especially in the cellar of a club.
I want my first time to be special, and that was nowhere near special. He's nowhere near special. He admitted to me that all he wants to do is get in my pants, and I don't want that. Ok, I don't wanna think about him anymore. I put my glass in the sink and headed upstairs.
Once I got in my room, I stripped down naked and went to my bathroom and took a shower. When I was done with that, I dried myself off and walked back into my room. I pulled on a pair of panties, a pair of fuzzy pink pajama shorts with black hearts on them, and a black tank top.
Before I got in bed, I spotted my black polo that had Harry's number in it. I stared at it for a bit before walking over to it and pulling the small piece of paper out. I stared at the numbers printed on it and picked up my phone. I unlocked it and typed in the number, but my thumb ghosted over the 'Call' button, not touching it. Should I call him? He said if I don't, then he'll find me, and I don't want him to.
But then again, what if I call him while he's fucking that fake blonde? That won't be pleasant sounds to hear. Going with my second choice, I erased the numbers off my screen and locked my phone. I set the piece of paper on my nightstand, got in my bed, and closed my eyes. Soon enough, darkness took over me.
I woke up to the ear splitting sound of my alarm clock. Stupid alarm. Must you alwayswake me up on time? I pressed the 'Off' button on it and got out of bed. I slipped on my starbucks uniform, which consisted of a black polo, flared tan khakis, and black and white converse. For my makeup, I put on the usual which was foundation, bottom eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. After that, I straightened my hair, grabbed my phone, and left my room.
I was about to go downstairs, but I stopped to check on El first. Dammit. She's still sleeping. Guess I have to walk to work. Or I can just take her keys out her purse and drive myself. Yeah, I'm going with my second choice. I took her keys and wrote her a note saying that I stole her car for today. Then I headed out her shiny navy blue Chevy Spark.
I arrived at Starbucks and again, it looks like a slow day. Well, at least I'm getting paid for nothing. I walked into Starbucks and put on my apron and went back to the counter. Nobody's in here today, thank god. I picked up a magazine that looked interesting, kind of. It was Kim Kardashian on the cover and something about Kanye West possibly being gay. Poor her. SIKE!
About half an hour later, the bell on the door went off and I looked up to see who was walking in. Harry, along with the blonde guy. Oh, great. I set down the magazine and he appeared in front of me. He did not look happy. I cleared my throat.
"Welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?" I asked faking politeness.
"Cut the shit. Why didn't you call me?" He spat angrily.
"You heard me. Why the fuck didn't you call me?" He said through clenched teeth.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because I got the idea that you were fucking that fake blonde bimbo that you were grinding on at the club last night."
"Sounds like she's jealous, Haz." The blonde butted in. Clearly Irish.
"Quiet, Niall." Huh. So that's his name. "And that's no excuse. I simply told you to call me yesterday. How hard can that be?" Harry said to me, still angry.
"Why is it such a big deal?" I looked at Niall. "And by the way, I am not jealous. Nowhere near it." I looked back at Harry. "You better order something or get out of my face. I really hate seeing you."
"You weren't saying that last night. Who had you moaning? Oh yeah, it was me." Harry said.
"And who had you stop? Oh yeah, it was me." I retorted.
Niall raised his eyebrows in amusement. He was clearly enjoying this.
"Wait, so you rejected Harry? That's never happened before." Niall said.
"There's a first time for everything." I said, still looking Harry dead in his eye. I leaned a bit closer to him. "Deal with it." I whispered.
I was about to pull back, but Harry grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I was about to melt into it, but I pulled away quickly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I screamed at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled back at me.
Niall's eyes widened in even more amusement. Why is he even here?
"Me?! You're the one who kissed me!" I continued screaming at Harry.
"I also kissed you last night but you didn't seem to mind! Why is this any different?! Is it because Niall's here?! Would you like to be alone?!" Harry yelled. He turned to Niall. "Go wait in the car." He ordered him. Niall nodded and left the shop. "Is that better?!" He yelled at me again.
What the fuck?
"No! I don't want you in any kind of way! Why don't you just do what Niall did and leave! I don't wanna see you anymore!"
Just then, he hopped over the counter and pushed me against the wall. Before I could protest, he crashed his lips against mine again. I still didn't kiss back, but I couldn't push him off because he was too strong. Like last night, he spread my legs open and wrapped them around his waist. I unwrapped them and let them fall back down to the floor. I don't want him. He pulled back, clearly angry.
"Why are you being so damn difficult?!" He yelled in my face.
"How many times do I have to tell you?! I don't fucking want you!"
He forcefully wrapped my legs around his waist again and held them there while he started grinding hard on me. As good as it felt, I forced myself not to moan. If I moan, that means I'm enjoying it, and I'm not. But at the same time, I am. I'm not enjoying it, but I am. I probably sound stupid right now.
"I know you like it. I can feel your pussy getting hot." Harry said and grinded harder on me, releasing a groan of pleasure. "I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna be inside you. I wanna feel your tight, wet pussy around my hard cock. I swear I'd fuck the shit out of you. I'd fuck you until you see stars, baby." He let out another groan, followed by pants and moans.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I moaned. That one moan made me let out more and more moans. I couldn't stop, and Harry's dirty talk wasn't making it any better.
"I told you, you liked it." He smirked. "Just imagine my dick slamming into your hot pussy baby. Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to fuck you senseless? What about that hot mouth of yours. I bet you can do so many things with that mouth. I bet you'd like it if I face fucked you, wouldn't you?" He grinded harder, releasing more moans and groans. "My big, hard cock just thrusting into your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. You wanna gag on my cock baby?" He started grinding faster and his moans and groans turned into short pants. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum." He breathed out.
His eyes closed and his mouth parted slightly while he came. He was gasping for air now and he let go of my legs, letting them drop back to the floor where they belong. He looked back up and me and smirked. He kissed me, smirked again, and left the shop without another word.
What the fuck just happened?