1977 ~ Years & Years

*Harry's pov*

Things have never been sweeter than this.

The last time I was this happy was when I found out that I couldn't catch hepatitis twice.

Everything just felt like an overwhelming joy, even when it wasn't supposed to be. Mrs Valentine left Harley and me alone, the drug lord Clyde worked for never contacted me again, and school was... Great.

I was in the middle of relentlessly making out with Harley in the deserted school hall while the Baardsen remix of From Nowhere played through the one earphone. She let me put my hands on her ass. It was like an imperial heaven.

She was so sexually frustrated these past few days, specifically after that one incident after our date at Lobster & Burger. Long story short: She just wouldn't leave my cock alone, and I didn't want her to.

"Hey! Cut it out! This is a school!" A male voice barked and snapped us back to reality in a matter of seconds. We both pulled back in an instant, our eyes boggled with fear and embarrassment as Harley gave me a disgusted scowl.

As the teacher stared us down intently with a harsh glare, I couldn't keep a straight face. I let a small laugh slip from my raspberry lip balm soaked lips that Harley had so kindly extracted from her mouth.

"What? You think this is funny?" He snarled and desperately readjusted his red green bowtie.

"No, sir." Harley sweetly spoke.

I intensified my eyes on his. "No."

"No, what?"

My dark red lips pursed along with my head rolling back in frustration. "No, sir."

"That's what I thought." He dismissed us as he sharply took off down the hall.

I put my hands back on her ass and she started kissing me again.

I grabbed two handfuls and squeezed tight, but then she pulled back with a seductive smirk. Her fingertips teasingly traced my jaw as our lips were millimetres apart. "The library is always empty after two."

"What are you implying?" I moaned against her mouth.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, we can read some good Charles Dickens' novels- what the fuck do you think I'm implying?"

I smiled somehow.

"The library, hm?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, to which she willingly nodded. "Alright."

"I need to get some books for studying, anyway." She mumbled and bluntly looked down to the floor.

"I need to pee-"

"Do you have to pee?" She subtly shot me a glare in disgust.

"I really have to pee." I whispered.

"Be quick," she warned, placing her small hands on my chest and giving me a gentle push. "I'll be waiting in the library."

She strolled rather innocently towards the staircase leading to the English block and library, which left me to take a short piss and hurry up behind her.

The school bell rang.

"Ugh." I groaned, now having to push my way past the twelve year olds who thought they ran the school now that they were a grade higher.

Luckily, the bathroom was empty.

I sharply stood in front of the hollow urinal and swiftly unzipped my pants, whistling as I quickly did my business. I awkwardly cleared my throat as I heard the bathroom door open, and none other than my shitty, emotionally unstable best friend, Clyde entered. He looked tired, and the dark circles under his eyes told me so. His tie was hanging so loose it was anchoring to the floor, and I knew that something wasn't right.

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