I was hardly able to sleep, suffering from the sheer embarrassment of thinking Harry actually wanted to kiss me.
God I'm stupid.
When I did eventually slip into a sleep, it was quickly disturbed by the sound of my name being called along with a few other...disturbing sounds.
I got out of my bed, curious yet terrified of what the fuck was going on.
As I walked along the hall, I learnt the sounds were coming from the guest bedroom. Harry's room.
The door was left slightly open, and from what I could see, there were pictures from my friend Alexa's Instagram, it was a picture she posted. Of me. On Harry's iPad.
Ew.
Then the noises started up again, my name and whiny, desperate grunts.
I looked further into the room, and seen Harry's erratic movements. The erratic movements of his hand. On his dick.
He was wanking to pictures of me.
Ew.
I made a squeaking sound. And Harry's eyes met mine.