I Can't Stop Even If It's Wrong!!

Chapter 29

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him surprised, trying to swat his hand away.

"You seemed to like my hands on you a few moments ago" he smirked at me as he looked back to the front of the class.

What the fuck is happening!??? So it was on purpose!!!!??? Harry!????

He didn't remove his hand as he kept making circles on my thighs nor he stopped smiling. Nasty little fucker!! I felt his hand moving a little too close to my crotch and suddenly my body started feeling hot. I immediately grabbed his hand and glared at him. He just smirked and kept the eye contact. Eventually I stopped looking at him because it was getting too intense. He leaned closer to my ear when the teacher turned around and whispered,

"You look hot when you are jealous"

Oh, you think that would work? That's old school Harry... I chuckle softly as I look at him with a smirk and tell him sarcastically,

"I know. Thank you though"

For some reason his reaction didn't change. Nevertheless, he didn't get a rise out of me so I didn't pay much heed to it. He again leaned closer to my ear, as he whispered in a deep voice,

"What happened in the wet dream?"

This time it actually sent shivers down my body and I turned my head towards him. How does he know??? Was I moaning? Shit! Did he hear me???? No no no, that's so embarrassing! I have to know....

"How do you know??" I asked in a panicked state.

"I didn't. But thank you for telling me" he smirked devilishly as his hand travelled higher.

I went blank at his touch. I heard him whispering in my ears to stay quiet. He silently unzipped my pants using his thumb and I was shocked. He slowly started stroking me under the desk while writing down and acting like everything is okay. I took a sharp breath as I looked around if someone could see us. I tried to focus on class but it was getting harder to ignore the building feeling. He would increase the pace of the strokes and to control my moans I had to grip the desk. I grabbed his wrist and looked at him with pleading eyes to stop, but he just went faster. I thought he was going to help me to finish, but as I was about to cum he reverted his hand back. He zipped it back and smirked at my flushed state. I gulped as I looked around and tried to distract myself but it wasn't working and Harry's constant glances were adding to the problem. I couldn't control so I had to run to the washroom after the class. I got off in the washroom as I thought about him. I wiped myself and as I washed my hands and face, I thought, I hate him! Oh, he's so in for it! That mfking Styles!!

"Oi, Lou, why did you run off so fast?" Z asked me as he walked out with Liam and Harry and saw me closing my locker.

I looked over at Harry and that fucker was smirking in pride. I would very much like to punch him in the face for this. I made up something but the way Harry smirked at my excuse made me lit up in anger. Just you wait Styles, you are not getting away that easy. I didn't talk to Harry for the rest of the day. I was pissed at him and maybe slightly flustered. He just got into my head that's all! God, I just wish I could do something to rile him up. And then it struck me that his classmates are going to be here aren't they!? I slowly start making my plan as I smiled to myself. Oh he wouldn't know what hit him!

The ride back was silent as none of us talked. Shithead didn't even apologise. I threw my bag on the couch as I laid down thinking how the hell can I get back at him. And then, when he sat down with his headphones on, my mind clicked. I smirked inside, thinking about what I had planned for him. Finally, after sometime his classmates fill in to do the group project. They were all sitting all across the living room, around the table on different couches. Thankfully, two other people were crammed into the space with Harry. Perfect! I prepared myself a snack, and I sat down among them to watch tv with muted voice, only captions. None of them questioned or even bat an eye. Apparently Harry had told them that he is living like a tenant here, which technically was right and that we were basically housemates. That was some very thoughtful excuse on his part. Between watching the tv and eating my snack, my eyes glanced over at Harry as he focused on writing with excellent precision and craft, the header of the project. Seriously, the effort he was putting into this, made me reconsider my plan. But when his eyes glanced up and met mine, he smirked proudly. Oh no no no, I am not letting him off that easy!