Just a Hook Up

* ~ Kiss, Kiss, B*tch~ *

"Sorry about that, Li," he said, giving me a nickname. I blushed at that and looked down at my feet. I couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening. It was just a dream. Some perv knocked me out and this is my dream or hallucination. Maybe this is my way of coping with fear, making up scenarios in my head.

But when Harry's hand gently grabbed mine, I knew I wasn't dreaming. I felt the warmth of his hand against mine. I felt his thumb trace over my delicate wrist. He seemed to be worried since his touch was light and when I glanced up at his gorgeous face, his eyebrows were furrowed a bit and his eyes filled with worry.

"Do you need something?" I found myself asking after a second or two. My voice wasn't harsh—as if it ever were, I mentally roll my eyes. My voice was always quiet and shy, it was something I wasn't the happiest about, but I've put up with it for years now. Nicola and Ruth used to make fun of it for about a year but stopped when they saw I hadn't talked for a while. I had always been bullied for it and they must have realized that.

Harry leaned closer to me, his mouth close to my ear, "You." He whispered it and I swore it was just me hearing things. He didn't say it seductively, just calmly. His tone hinted he didn't want me sexually but just me in general but then not. My mind refused to believe he wanted me.

"Wow. You're quick," I remarked, trying not to show how fucking flustered I was from his cool breath. Harry pulled his eyebrows together, showing confusion rather than worry. I mean, how could this guy be confused. How?

"What do you mean?" He asked, letting go of my hand and sticking it into his front pocket. My eyes glanced down at where he put his hand but ended up staring because... Just... Wow...

Skinny jeans are his thing, I realized for the tenth time this week. I've seen him in them for a while but... Up close is better. It was odd how he had a bulge, yet he just had sex. Like I said, he probably just has a big dick...

"Well," I cleared my throat and forced myself to look up at Harry's eyes, noticing how he had a smug smirk, "you just got fucked by Zayn Malik in the bathroom and now you already want more." I shrugged as if it was no big deal, but I was really freaking out. I've never been so confident talking like this to someone. Or just talking in general. But Harry gives me confidence. Kind of.

I'm nervous around him but feel confident at the same time, if that makes any sense. It's an odd feeling. He stepped closer to me, and I immediately felt my confidence level become buried deep inside of me. Harry was taller than I and he practically had to look down at me.

He didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He seemed to be questioning what he was going to say or do.

And then he kissed me.

O_O (Meet James)

Harry's Point of View

I have no fucking clue what took over but I'm kissing Liam. I had no idea what came over me admitting I wanted him, either. I knew it was a wrong time, but it was true. I knew I would have had to say it sooner or later. I did not prefer the latter because the nerves would build up and right now was a good time... Well, I thought it was. I didn't know for sure if he had heard Louis earlier but... Ugh.

The kiss is gentle, and my hands are cradling his soft cheeks. He whimpered and relaxed the second or lips connected; his legs even almost gave out so I wrapped an arm around his small waist, his body close to mine as his hands grab at my shirt. I had waited for this since September last year. So, a whole... Three months.

I've waited three months to kiss this beautiful, sweet, obeying boy. This boy that would do what I'd say as long as he was comfortable with it.

A boy that could possibly be my submissive partner, too...