wow i had 600 pounds of butter on my popcorn but its only good that way.

food is good to me when i can taste the diabetes and feel the fat clogging my veins.

Bet ill be dead by 23

Merry Christmas Eve! (If you guys celebrate it!) and happy holidays ❤️❤️.

I think on my spam book (its called The Life of Sara Bc I'm lame) I'm gonna post all the stories I've never finished :P tbh I'm gonna change it to story graveyard smoothie :'( (mix of a bunch of stories).
Edit: damn, okay happy birthday Louis XD I forget ONE THING AND THIS HOW YOU PLAY ME!
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Harry's free hand curls around my waist and pulls me closer to him, so im flush against his body. Through his thin, silk shirt the outline of his solid abs press against me, guiltily turning me on.

Niall, stop this!

No!

Harry hums, his low groan traveling from the back of his throat to mine. His rough lips feel wonderful against my own soft ones, making me never want to stop kissing him.

I feel as if im about to faint, the sheer excitement of my first kiss mixed with the scandalous nature of our actions putting me over the top.

When i grip his strong bicep for support, my touch sends him wild. All restraints he had flew out the window, never to be used again.

His kiss deepens and grows more needy, the hand on my face beginning to grip more than cradle. I feel his lips part, making mine separate with his.

Harry's warm tongue skillfully greets my apprehensive one, caressing and reassuring mine. His breath hits my face, being the only thing im able to breath in that moment.

I could feel myself becoming aroused, making pull away from the kiss.

What just happened? What did i do?

"Oh, Niall," Harry contently sighed, "That was delightful, you send me to cloud nine." He tucked his head back into my neck and hugged me, his voice slightly muffled.

I was silent, only hugging him back. There was no way we could go back to the way we were after this, not after the way i felt.

Why did i like it? Whats wrong with me?

"Mr. Styles?" A familiar voice calls out, making me freeze.

Harry releases his hug on me, but grabbed my hand in the process of exiting my room. Im taken along with him, not putting up a fight.

How is Harry so collected after this?

"Mr. Malik," Harry greets, stopping Zayn in his tracks, "You called?"

"Ah, there you are. Indeed, i have called you," His eyes land on me, and then our intertwined hands, he pauses, "to discuss, your work payments."

Oh, god. He must know

"Certainly, shall we enter your office?" Harry questions, motioning to the cherry-wood door that concealed his office.

"Indeed," Zayn cautiously said, leaning his chin upwards, "Unless you were busy with something else."

"We were conversing, but we shall finish later," Harry squeezes my hand, "Shall we?"

"Lets." Mr. Malik eyed me down before sharply turning on his heal and walking towards his office.

While Mr. Malik's back was turned, Harry kissed my head on last time before joining Zayn in his office.

~*~

"Put your back into it, boy." Avery exclaimed, standing over me.

I was currently on the floor, mopping up some kind of substance. It was dry and crusted to the floor, making it harder to clean up.

Someone must have brought food up and spilt it, although im not sure what kind of food this is.

I was unsure of how to clean it, fortunately and unfortunately, Avery was here to help me clean it up.

"You have to scrub like you mean it, it ain't gonna clean itself." She sassed, her hands placed on her hips.

After scrubbing for a while, the mess was finally gone as well as Avery's remarks.

"Thank you for helping me, Avery." I genuinely express, smiling at her to show my gratitude.

She stares at me and lets out a 'humph'.

I tried.

"How has work been downstairs?" I ask, wanting to start a conversation. I see her too much to have this kind of relationship with her.

"Fine." She says, more focused on cleaning up. She doesn't bother to look at me, or even ask how i was doing, but i decide to not let that get to me.

I decide to cut the small talk, seeing that it's getting me nowhere.

"I knew Lisa," I began, watching as she didn't react, "She was a nice woman."

"You don't know my baby, you don't know what she's been through." Avery hissed, not liking the sensitive topic being thrown into the discussion.

"I know she was pregnant," I continue, looking at her as shes frozen, "And I know she's in the basement."

Mentioning the basement broke the dam that contained all of Avery's emotion and self control. "You don't know nothing, boy," She yelled, "Nothing!"

With her fit, she abruptly got up, and exited the upstairs, leaving me alone with the mess. I picked up the rags she hadn't yet finished cleaning and threw them in the bucket, and im left wondering about her outburst.

Whats going on in the basement?

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I just love makeup so much my dudes, do you guys go natural or cakeface?

I usually go natural bc i have no time to makeup, but when i have free time i cakeface my dudes.

Question

1) Was the smut good??? Idk man thats probably the extent to which i can write nasty. If anyone wants to write a full blown sex scene for me then ill add it in XD

2) What do you dudes think is going on in the basement/ Is lisa still alive?

Fact: Zaddy Zayn is jfkdajhkfdahalk

This book has almost as many votes as Victim (a v noticed book of mine) which is crazy Bc that's like my most pop book behind Prisoner :D meaning this book is becoming more known! I'm sooo happy!

SMASH THAT VOTE BUTTON BRO