Barbie Doll |h.s.|

Be my Barbie

Brooke:

I walk up to him, just standing there in the club.

"Baby, you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, Mr.Styles, here's good."

He leans in and leaves a rough kiss on my lips, causing my to massage them afterwards.

"You liked that Doll? You like how my tongue felt? Well, my Barbie, just wait because soon it won't just be in your mouth."

He suddenly picks me up, and carries me to the car.

"We better get you home before your parents find out where I took you. We don't want any problems."

Mr.Styles drives down the highway, and I take my shades of my face, and place them on top of my head.

"Mr.Styles, this experience has been quite nice. Maybe a repeat someday, hmm?"

He smirks and gives me a peck on the lips.

"Of course, anything for my Barbie Doll."

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Harry:

I glance at her as she bites her lip. God, I've been waiting for this moment. Since the first time she stepped into my office, since the first time I chose out her clothes and makeup for her photo shoot.

"Mr.Styles, I really think that we could share an affair like this again. Like, right here. Now."

She leans over and practically eats my lips, while I try to drive.

"Mr.Styles, I want to hear you moan. While I grind on you tonight."

I look at Brooke in the eye, and she winks at me.

I glance at the road, and we come to a stop in front of her mansion.

"I won't tell Mommy. I promise, Mr.Styles. See you later, love."

She winks at me, and steps out of the car, her hips swaying as she walks.

I wish Brooke wouldn't have agreed to be my Barbie Doll.

Because she doesn't know what she's got herself into.