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Later the same day Caleb, Elise and I were back in the library, this time actually studying. Well, at least I did. Elise was reading some book—which she had been wrenching her way through for days—and Caleb was texting with bathtub-girl. I knew it was her because of the way he giggled every time his phone went off. It was getting annoying.

Caleb finally locked his phone after giggling for what felt like the fortieth time. He said, "Lou," and I looked up, as if he didn't already have my attention. "I'm about to fail calculus because Niall hasn't been absent for three classes and I'm so far behind 'cause he hasn't been helping me." He grinned awkwardly. "Is he feeling any better?"

I looked over at Elise who was still deep down into her book. I sighed. "Uhh—He's alright. He's sleeping a lot but I think—since yesterday—I think he's slowly getting better."

"What happened yesterday?" Caleb asked, flicking through this maths book.

What happened yesterday? Let's see. I fed Niall after three days of starvation, Harry Styles texted me to offer a blowjob, Niall and I speculated over Liam Payne's sexuality and the blonde one finally decided to grow balls and told me to help him get his way around with Elise.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "I don't know." I clenched my jaw while looking at the sandy blonde girl across to me again, desperate to attract her attention. I sighed again before excessively articulating my words to make her notice, "He's been really sad lately, and I've been trying to cheer him up, but it's really hard."

"Do you know why?" said Caleb.

"Nah," I lied, clearing my throat. "He did say something about unanswered love but I don't know what that was about..."

Caleb blinked, finally getting it—and to my advantage, Elise finally looked up from her book. We both watched her reach for her coffee mug to then sip from it. She looked up at us when she notices that all four eyes were on her.

"What?" she asked, dumbfoundedly.

Caleb cleared his throat and pursed his lips before stuttering, "Niall's...s-sad."

She placed her book down. "In what way?"

"He's..." I gulped while rubbing my jaw. Jeez! How was I gonna do this? The idea sounded much more simple in my head when I suggested it to Niall. "Well, there is this girl he likes–"

"Oh my God—Who?!" Her mouth fell agape as she cupped her own cheeks. "Do we know her? Holy hell! We could help him! I could talk to her!" She clapped her hands happily. "How exciting!"

I blinked twice while sinking down in my chair. I dragged my words out, "Yeah...no. That's...not a good idea."

Her face scrunched up. "Why not? I'd love to help him if he's sad."

Well, there's another way of doing that.

"I don't think he'd appreciate me telling you..." I mumbled.

"How am I not prioritised? I'm you guys' best friend!" she whined before looking over at Caleb. "Do you know as well?"

"N-No," Caleb lied, awkwardly scratching his neck. "No idea."

Elise sighed, "Can I come over to your dorm tonight? Maybe he'd tell me if I straight up asked him."

I coughed. "Um. No."

The girl tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Are you serious? What's so secretive about this?"

"Well, it's sensitive. He hasn't been eating, he has skipped classes, he slept all day–"

Caleb frowned. "Wait, he was never sick?"

"He stopped eating?" Elise spoke, a shocked/worried expression present on her face. "Okay. Now I think I have to come over. If he's that sad, mother Elise needs to comfort him."

I cringed. Mother? Really? That is not what I wanted to hear. Wife, more like.

I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm not gonna be there, so..."

"What are you gonna do?"

Other than get my arse fucked?

"Uhh—Just...I'm gonna study. With Emma."

What the fuck? Why was that the first thing that came into mind?

Elise snorted. "Who the fuck is Emma?"

"Uhh... This cheerleader. She's in my history class. We have this... assignment... and she's—she's really good. So she's gonna help me out."

"Guess I'll be popping over to Niall's on my own then," I felt a spark inside. "Or else, Caleb?"

There I was, desperately trying to send Caleb signals through my eyes, begging for him to decline. He nodded slowly while looking me in the eye.

"Sorry. I can't," he muttered, and I wanted to squeal in glee. "I promised to meet up with my girl."

Can I get a halleluja?

"Alright," Elise sighed and packed all her things into a pile before picking them up into her arms. "I guess I'm heading over to Niall's then."

...

Because I did not want to ruin whatever Niall and Elise had going on in our dorm, I decided to stay in the library until it was starting to get dark outside. Once the time was around half past seven I scrolled through my contacts and let my thumb rest over Harry's name. It was not night yet. Was I going to sound needy if I requested an earlier meeting? Fuck it, I thought, and wrote him a message.

ME: Still up for tonight?

The fact that it took him a few minutes to reply made me feel foolish.

HARRY: Greedy ;) I like it.

HARRY: Of course I'm up for it.

ME: Good. Are you busy right now? Because I have time to kill and I don't really feel like waiting around until it's late.

HARRY: You're making it sound like a business meeting.

HARRY: Loosen up love.

HARRY: We're close now. Yeah? You don't have to be embarrassed about liking it.

HARRY: And yes. We can make it earlier. Come over whenever you want.

HARRY: Bring the same attitude you had today in that closet. That on its own could make me climax.

I snorted, subtly smiling to myself.

ME: So I can come over now? Isn't Liam with you?

HARRY: He's with Zayn. They're studying in his dorm.

ME: Great. I'll be there in five.

I chose to say five minutes simply because I did not want to admit that I had already been walking up to his dorm while we were texting. In fact, I was standing with my back leant against the wall right next to his door. For that reason, I waited until five minutes had passed before I knocked on the door.

To my surprise, Harry was wearing nothing but his boxers when the front door flew open. For that reason, my eyes scanned him for a little longer before I dropped my bag down on the floor—and shit, he was just as beautiful as ever. What made me smirk was how his nipples seemed to have hardened at the sight of me.

"Hey, sexy." He swiftly pressed his fingers to my collar and pulled lightly, making me take a step closer to him before closing the door behind me.

"Hi." I swept my tongue over my lips. "I see you're already prepared."

"I'm always prepared," he mused before letting his big hands creep in under my shirt, making me shiver from the cold. "Especially when I've got you tugging at my sleeve." Ironically, he started tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head. He smiled, dropped my shirt on the floor and moved closer to grab my shoulders and press his lips against my left pec. "Lucky...lucky...lucky...me."

I tilted my head sideways to get a better look at his face while unbuttoning my jeans and slowly tugging them down. As he acknowledged my actions he helped me get them down to my ankles where I stepped out of them. He then began scratching his fingers over my waist and tummy while whispering sensual things into my ear. It was all in a mumble and I could barely make out a word he said, but I was completely aroused anyway.

The rest went by rather quickly. First, he was on top of me on the bed, undressing the very last pieces of clothing we had covering up our goods. He then put on a condom and lubed himself up, fingered me for the second time in one day and rapidly pushed his cock inside of me with no further hesitation. This round went on for even longer than the one in the closet, only because he had told me he wanted to prolong it—perhaps because he did not want me to leave.

Fifty minutes, he fucked me for.

Wow.

Once we had both emptied out on each other's tummies we were absolutely exhausted, which led to him almost falling asleep on my chest. It took me ten minutes to realise that we had almost been cuddling—and that was when I finally sat up and wiped the mess off of our skin with a towel in order to then get dressed.

While I was buttoning my jeans, Harry sloped his head back into his pillow, his eyes still fixated on me. He said, "Would you kill me if I told Liam about this?"

"Yes," I replied, quite rapidly. I frowned. "Are you contemplating it?" Harry shrugged. "You can't do that." I picked my shirt up from the floor. "If you tell anyone about this, I won't hesitate to drop you."

He frowned back. "What does that mean?"

"I'm never having sex with you again if you tell anyone about it. This is our secret and it needs to remain hidden."

Harry pursed his lips. "Oh."

I was just about to exit his dorm when he chanted my name. I turned around.

"You never told me how it was."

I sniffled, smiled at the curious expression on his face and prepared a reasonable reply inside my head. "Great." I bit my lip. "Really great."

And so I left Harry with a proud smile on his face.

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