Harry's POV **warning*
As we got in the flat, past the gates, security, and few paparazzis, Jess literally jumped on me. God knows what the hell was in that wine, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if I was to complain, to refrain, or to stop everything that was happening. I know I was rude, I know I was mean, but she pushed it. This isn't healthy; us fighting and getting pissed at eachother then making up in the weirdest ways possible, whether through sex, dinner or a fake happiness. She had me cornered between the door and her tall body. She ground her hips into me, not once or twice, about 7 to 9 times, where she felt another hard on...where I felt another hard on. Jessica's POV I went down on him for the second time tonight; god knows what's wrong with me. I hate his guts not less than 3 hours ago and here I am sucking him off. But right when I finished, I got up, I ran towards our-his-my- bedroom. I completely lost the feeling of ecstasy, and lost whatever sex-drive I just had. This was so weird, but oddly enough, it happens a lot, now that I think about it. I walked away from the door, towards the closet to get out my pajamas; okay not walked...stumbled. I looked at my plaid pants and oversized Oxford t-shirt and changed there. I heard the bedroom door open, once I finished dressing, and saw Harry standing in the room. "Wanna tell me what that was just about, Jess?" "Noooooooooooo?" Okay I was still tipsy, if not drunk. "What the fuck was that? You give me a blowjob in the car, then don't say another word and give me head again inside, then just walk away?" "Yeeeeeeeees?" "What do you want? Do you want to have sex? Or you want to sleep?" "Okaaaay Harry! You're so cute when you're thinking. Heheh" "Okay what...?" I stayed silent, not fully comprehending what he was trying to get at, clearly, cause of my incoherent state. He sighed then asked me, "How many fingers am I holding up Jessica?" "17" "Yep. Time for bed."
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