...

After observing my own appearance in the huge ass mirror in Harry's dorm, I knew there was no way I could possibly make it through the rest of the day without people noticing I had been fucked. My hair had been messed up completely, my tummy was still tingling (not that anyone would know about that), and I could barely walk down the corridor without limping and wincing in pain.

Therefore I left to my dorm and skipped the remaining classes. As I was not the kind of student to usually do that, it did bug me, but considering what had happened during lunch with Harry, my satisfaction was compensated. However, what was making me slightly worried, was the thought of Niall coming back to the dorm. I knew he was going to realise exactly what had happened as soon as he saw me.

After having tried to concentrate on my homework for five minutes, my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up and clicked the message app.

HARRY: I miss you.

My stomach churned.

ME: I'm sure you do.

HARRY: You loved it. Didn't you?

You were absolutely amazing.

ME: You were good.

HARRY: How good?

So fucking good that I can't even think about anything else than your cock in my arse.

ME: Good.

HARRY: We should do it again.

I was quite surprised. It was a known fact that Harry Styles usually never gave people a "round two"—as they called it—because he was particularly fond with the idea of shagging one person and then moving on to the next (and because he was a dickhead, of course). Therefore, him telling me he wants to do it again must have meant that I had been really good, right?

It took me a while to think of how to reply, hence all I could really think about was how I was slightly flattered by the fact that he was so eager to repeat our hookup—even though I found it completely disgusting in the back of my head.

Did I want to do it again? Of-fucking-course. Did I want him to know how much I craved feeling him bury himself inside of me one more time? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

ME: You think so?

HARRY: Yes. And so do you.

I sighed.

ME: I'm only doing it for myself. I hope you know that.

HARRY: If you were you wouldn't have touched me the way you did.

ME: ...

ME: You know what? Believe what you want. At least I know I'm not doing it for you.

HARRY: I'm doing it for the both of us.

ME: I don't care.

HARRY: Can you come over tonight?

Ugh. I really wanted to.

ME: I can't. I have promised Niall to join him watching this footie thing on the telly.

HARRY: I could join. I'd just sit next to you with my hand down your pants.

ME: Ha. Ha.

HARRY: When can you then? I'm ready to clear my entire schedule for this.

I blinked. Wow. Really?

ME: I'm that good?

HARRY: Are you kidding?

HARRY: You're incredible.

I smiled to myself, proud.

ME: I don't know when I'm free next. We'll make it work.

HARRY: Fuck. I'm not gonna be able to see your cute arse around campus without wanting to throw you into a closet and jump your bones.

ME: Well, you're gonna have to get used to it.

HARRY: I can't believe you aren't as desperate as I am about this.

Oh, but I definitely was.

ME: We'll do it soon. Okay?

HARRY: Thank. God.

...

Lunch the next day was completely different from any other day the past semester. Liam was at our table and Elise was sitting in his lap. Not only that, they were feeding each other. More specifically, she picked up pieces of cucumber from her plate, told him to open wide and stuck the utensil between his lips. And then they both giggled.

As if it couldn't get any worse, Adeline and her new boyfriend—that wasn't Zayn as she had originally planned—had decided to only talk to each other, leaving Caleb, Niall and I to ourselves—Oh, and speaking of Niall, he didn't even touch his food anymore.

I pulled my phone out as I got another text.

HARRY: This time yesterday you were moaning in my ear.

My gaze travelled around the room to find him. When I did, he was staring me down just like he had done the day before. He smiled when I looked at him and I bit my lip, looking down at my phone again.

ME: Thank you for the reminder.

HARRY: You're welcome.

HARRY: Liam and Elise could be you and I, you know.

ME: Ha. Good joke.

HARRY: Come on. Half the room are staring at them in envy. Wouldn't you want that?

ME: Nobody would envy me if I was on your lap.

I winced after pressing send.

HARRY: Ouch.

HARRY: Are you sure about that?

ME: Eat your food.

HARRY: I would rather eat you.

That was when I locked my phone, by body slightly shivering as I slid it back into my pocket. Throughout the rest of the lunch break, my gaze shifted between Adeline and (Adam?) snogging each other's faces, Liam and Elise hugging and laughing at each other's jokes, Niall getting paler and paler with every minute, Caleb staring into nothingness, and Harry shooting me down with intense glares—supposedly imagining pinning me down against that very table.

...

That afternoon I was "studying" in Elise's and Adeline's dorm—which meant, me trying desperately to come up with a good introduction to my English essay while the two girls blabbered over their precious boys. I however, did not even get close to mentioning mine—until this happened.

"I went to Liam's dorm yesterday in the evening and there was a used condom on the floor." Elise laughed. "I'm guessing it was Styles' because his bed and sheets were completely messed up and there was a bottle of lubricant on his nightstand."

I had never felt so tense in my entire life.

"That guy goes all in." Adeline chuckled while flicking through her notes. "Let's hope Liam isn't a person to sleep around because you deserve a man who takes care of you, and you only."

"I know." She was chewing on a cookie as she continued, "Although, I'm getting a little bored of him."

I finally shone up.

"What? You haven't even been a thing for a week yet?" Adeline laughed.

"Can you really blame me?"

The blonder one rolled her eyes. "Ha-Ha. I'm just saying. You've been obsessing over him for weeks, and now when you finally have his attention you're bored?"

Elise sighed. "I don't know. It's just a little too much. It feels weird."

"Oh well," Adeline huffed, closing her notebook. "I have to go. I need to take a shower and then I need to practice for the play." (She was majoring drama) "Good luck with Liam, anyway." She looked at me. "And good luck with your essay, Lou."

As she opened the door to the dorm, Liam was revealed on the other side, having just come back from the gym, it seemed. His hair was wet and slicked to the side with a towel hanging over his shoulder and a genuine smile plastered on his lips.

"Hi," he said to Adeline before she smiled and disappeared down the corridor. Liam bobbed his head inside, letting his eyes fall down to the floor where Elise was sat. "Hey, you." She looked up, a little flustered. "Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Uhh–" She looked over at me on her bed. "L-Lou–"

Liam finally noticed me, "Oh! Sorry. I didn't know."

I wondered if Harry had told him about our interaction. At least I knew he hadn't cleared up the mess we made before Liam was there to see it all. Hopefully, Harry was not the person to brag about who he shoved his dick inside.

"I can leave," I said, even though leaving them alone to 'watch a movie' was the last thing I wanted to do.

"I was thinking she could come over to mine. There are some others there as well," he explained. He looked at Elise. "We planned to watch Narnia so I thought I could invite you. You like that movie, don't you?"

Some others. I wonder who.

"I love Narnia! Louis, you should come with!" She turned to me. "Or do you have to finish English?"

I froze. "Uh—um—I—No—I'll come with."

Liam smiled. "Great!"

...