what is about to happen in this chapter, i warn you, do not try at home or in your car.

niall

"You're officially the luckiest seventeen year old boy in the universe; you know that right?"

Ashley and Derek sit beside me in lunch, grins on their starstruck faces as I send another text (sext) to Harry. I cross my legs, biting my lips and rolling my eyes.

"It's no big deal."

"Yes it is!" Ashley screams, causing the entire lunchroom to look at us as she blushes brightly before continuing in a small whisper, "You're texting one of the biggest artists in music casually in school. Emphasis on casually."

"It's just casual sex," I mumble, not mentioning the fact that I had a dream about living on a private island with Harry for the rest of my life. He was playing Stereo Hearts on the guitar and singing along like the twisted fool he is, and part of me wanted that dream to be a distant reality.

"Casual kinky sex," she rolls her eyes, reaching down and pulling at the waistband of my Calvin Klein panties. I squeal, grabbing her arm and throwing it away.

"Have you no boundaries?!"

"No!"

I roll my eyes, Stereo Hearts playing faintly in my mind. I love that song more than anything in the world, and I just want someone to sing it to me other than Adam Levine. Though Adam is a prize, my fantasy of Harry is more appealing.

"How many nudes have you sent to him?"

"Literally the one you saw; and they're not nudes; we call them seductive images. Because a nude would be my dick, or my ass."

"TMI," Derek mumbles, and Ashley snorts.

"You like it."

I bite my lip, listening to her as she talks about our outing with Zayn and Harry, half engaged and half daydreaming. My mind wanders to all the private islands I could own with Harry; from the bought, to the unowned, to the undiscovered. We'd find them all, I'm sure of it.

"Niall, do you want to go shopping today?"

I look up at her as she grins back down at me, wide eyed with a wide smile. I sigh, rubbing my forehead as I nod,

"Yeah we can go."

"Great!" She squeals excitedly, "You me and Rose, after school."

"Can't wait," I smile half-heartedly as my phone buzzes and I look down at the message.

harry: what are you doing right now

me: i'm with ashley and derek, why

harry: nothing, i just miss you. i wanna come get you from that dreaded place.

me: i miss your dick.

harry: wow, don't have a face or anything...

me: no but seriously, come get me. please. i miss you too.

harry: i'm already on my way, assuming you would say yes.

I grin, locking my phone when my knee starts bouncing up and down nervously. It's been so long since I've seen him, and I just hope that the time we spend together will be enough to get me by without mentally crashing. There's only so much time between when I have to go out with Ashley and Rose and now.

"Will Niall Horan please report to the main office."

My God, that was fast. I pick up my back, Ash and Derek looking at me confused.

"Just some more casual sex," I shrug, walking away and leaving them awestruck. I open the door the cafeteria, ready to move on, until I hear a slam on the other side of the door. Oh god; who did I hit?! I'm mentally praying that it's not a teacher, or the headmaster, but instead, it's Amberlynn. Suddenly, I'm not worrying anymore.

"You asshole!" she screams, but I shrug, stepping over her.

"Sorry!" I shout back, "I've got places to be!"

HARRY'S CAR
TEN MINUTES LATER

"You always come at the best times," I grin as he rolls the window down.

"I can just sense when you need me," he grins back, "like...Batman--"

"Isn't it Spiderman?"

"I think they both have a sense," Harry raises his eyebrows and I shrug, getting into the front seat before he speeds away. I drop my back in the back before leaning over and kissing his rosy cheek.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Hey," he sighs happily, "where do you wanna go?"

"Your place? I dunno where else we could go really, without you being exposed."

"Oh that's cute," he grins, "you think I care about being exposed."

"Well don't you?"

"No," he shrugs as he turns in an intersection, "not really."

"Then why don't just fucking have sex in your car then, if you have no care in the world?"

We both start laughing, but part of me is a little serious. I wouldn't mind riding him in his car. It's a sleek sports car, and it's kind of a dream come true to do that. In a car. With him, and now I'm hard.

"Wouldn't that be great," he chuckles, but when I tug his shoulder and motion to my slowly growing erection, a wicked grin emerges on his face.

"Are we doing this?"

"My body says yes, and so does my mouth."

"Where should I park?"

"Where do you think we should park?"

"Ok ok, here's what I propose," he says as he slows at a stop light before unzipping his jeans. My eyes widen as I keep them on the light for him.

"What are you--"

"Get me hard enough before we get to my house, and I'll fuck you in this car; raw."

Oh my God.

"Deal..." I barely whisper as I reach down and touch myself. He pushes his briefs down his thick thighs along with his jeans. When his length pops up, and the light turns green, Harry drives forward and I take him in my hands, swallowing as much of him as I can.

A strangled whimper leaves his lips and he continues to drive, and I take my seatbelt off in order to get a better angle.

"This is the best idea I've ever head." He grunts and I giggle, pulling my lips away.

"Head?"

"Had, head had whatever just please don't stop."

I bob my head up and down, as to nod in response and inflict pleasure. His foot hits the gas way too quickly and I almost lose control and hit my head on the steering wheel.

"Sorry," he moans, "I'll be more careful."

I pull away, precum strung around the edges of my lips as I look at his rock hard cock.

"You know, it's whatever. You're hard enough now."

"True," he exhales, pulling into his driveway, "and now we're home--a-at my house."

He puts the car in park in front of his garage before unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing to the back of the car. I follow, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. I've never been fucked raw before, and I know that it'll be an experience I never forget, whether it's good or bad.

"Okay," he inhales slipping the skirt down along with my panties, "I hope you're ready for this."

"Do it before I change my mind."

"No problem."

WESTFIELD MALL
4:09 PM

"Do you like this...?"

Ashley is in a dressing room with the three of us, trying to find a shirt that goes with the black jeans she got. Everything matches with those black jeans, but apparently they're a difference between raven black and midnight black.

"Ash everything looks good," Rose steals the words right from my mouth, "can you just pick?"

"It's more complicated than that," she stresses, "God Rose, I thought you understood me."

"I do! Oh god, just relax; you look fine they way you look now."

I watch them quarrel and start worrying about my own problems over their petty ones. The first one being that my ass hurts like hell. Turns out, raw isn't the best way to go. I cried a little, and Harry helped me through the tough parts, but otherwise, I couldn't handle myself they way I usually can.

"Niall? You here?"

But the way he was taking care of me, it was practically amazing. Not to go into many dirty details, but just the way his hands felt on my hips was enough to make me feel right at home. It was a good feeling to have.

"Yeah...yeah I'm here."

"You sure? Because I just asked you a very important question. Did you hear me?"

I blush, shaking my head. She sighs, taking her shirt off and throwing it to the side. Rose watches her, slowly biting her lip and I shiver. There are some things that man isn't meant to see. One of those things, is seeing Rose mooching on her girlfriend.

"I'm going outside," I leave them be, shutting the dressing room door shut. Instead of waiting for them, I walk around, looking for a spot with good service so I can call Harry. It's only been a few hours, but I miss him and it would be nice to talk to him for a little.

The phone rings for only a moment though, because after five seconds it goes straight to voicemail. I try again, but after another eight, it goes straight to voicemail again.

"Why are you rejecting my calls?" I whisper, annoyed. I press the call button again, but my questions are suddenly answered when a few squealing store clerks rush to the window to watch what's going on on one of the TVs playing outside of the store.

I saunter over to where they're standing, slightly anxious of what I'm about to see. But by the time I read the headline, either way, I know that I would have lost my lunch.

The girls next to me are whispering "I so ship Hendall!" next to me, and the jealousy bubbling in my stomach almost makes me jump on top of the girl whispering the godforsaken name.

But the truth is being spelled out before me, in big fonts with loud colors. Colors that prove to be louder than Harry's beautiful voice itself. The pain of fucking with a popstar.

HARRY STYLES TO MAKE HIS APPEARANCE AT MALIK'S ALBUM RELEASE WITH KENDALL JENNER!

short again, sorry :(
the next chapter that comes out will prove to be better!