Learn From Me - L.T

08

"What did you say to her?" Harry leans forward, resting his elbows onto his knees as he stares at Niall.

"I told her I would fuck her," Niall says without shame, keeping his eyes on the burning joint that's basically kissing his fingertips. "And I meant it,"

"Oh so now you have the balls to admit it? I had to spend three fucking years listening to how much you wanted to get with her," Harry complains as my jaw drops at the conversation happening. This is a great distraction.

"Like you were any better— Mr. Blossom Is So Fucking Beautiful," Niall places the joint onto the ashtray on the floor, both of them drunkenly confessing their lust for me and I am living for it.

"Uh huh, okay well at least I did something about it." Harry defends himself while I try to keep myself from bursting out in laughter while they call each other out shamelessly.

"Wha— Amy," Niall directed the conversation to me, "Did I not tell you how much I wanted you?"

"You guys are too fucked up," I cackle, covering my mouth from how wide my smile was. Despite the vulgar topic of this conversation, it still warms my chest a bit knowing these two idiots really did want me.

"Not the point. Either fucking way, I am a way better option than fucking goofy over here. Harry doesn't even know your McDonald's order," Niall slings an arm over my shoulder, getting cocky while nagging to Harry.

"I do know it and why does that matter? I got her so many snacks and drinks," Harry slaps Niall's arm, leaning closer to me and I try to reach for the bottle but Niall instantly gives it to me without steering his attention away from Harry.

"I got her books," Niall shrugs, "And I offered to recreate all those scenes she loves so much,"

"Ha! I offered and did one of them," Harry laughs in Niall's face and I choke on air, covering my face as a mixture of laughter and embarrassment explode out of me.

"Harry!" I kick his leg, "The fuck are you doing!"

"What? He's trying to act like he's better than me when I'm the one that—" Harry giggles loudly like what he was saying wasn't horrifying but luckily, Niall cuts him off quickly.

"Alright, alright." Niall adjusts himself towards Harry and I. "If given the chance, I'd make her forget all about you."

"Yeah?" Harry says, in a tone that clearly indicates that he does not believe a word coming out of Niall's mouth. "That is bullshit,"

"Don't fucking try me Harold, you know I'd win every time." Niall warns, a smile still on both of their faces as they talk about me as if I wasn't here.

"Amy, would he win?" Harry points at me, his pearly white teeth glistening from his bitten lips.

I look at them both, taking a moment to think as I lick my bottom lip. When I do, both of their eyes follow my tongue as if it was a swirling lollipop waiting to be tasted. Who would win? Niall or Harry?

I bite back a smile. "Want to find out?" I offer, both of their eyes flicking to each other then back at me. The room goes quiet for a moment as our minds turn and click towards an answer.

Niall's lips part, eyes trailing past my lips and to the dip in my corset where my breasts are the most exposed. Harry's eyes are still locked on my lips, his imagination showing itself in his face while my body begins to heat up from their eyes on me. A movement in my peripheral vision causes my eyes to dart down, watching Niall's hand ghost over my knee nervously. I hear him breathing deeply and Harry's no different, panting as if the room was slowly losing oxygen.