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Fuck You Good - Frat Boy's

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He looked at me from the corner of the frat house, a beer to his hand as his eyes never left my body not even when I looked back at him, he would just answer back by arching one of his eyebrows and taking a sip from his beer, which in mine opinion, was on his hand for way too long. I swayed my hips to the beat, a mess of hot bodies around me, but none were dancing with me, not even my friends I had come with, who probably were lucky enough to find a good night stand way faster than I did. My arms went to my head, pushing my sweaty hair away from my face as I continued to dance to a EDM song I didn’t even know the name, my feet ached for me to stop, but the beat was contagious and my promise of a good night was right there and I continued to dance waiting for a move of his

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Frat Boy Pt. 8

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HELLO FRIENDS HE HAS RETURNED TO YOU. It’s shorter than most updates, but necessary things are happening to push the story along and one mystery is revealed! It’s always lovely to hear your thoughts or guesses about what’s happening. Your frat boy has missed you xx

It’d been an utter disaster.  You hadn’t eaten much at all last night and the dull throbbing in your head was a reminder that alcohol on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea.  Especially when it’d been expensive enough to be smooth and light and what you think alcohol should taste like.  It had hit you even harder on the ride back to your dorm, the numbness in your hands not entirely due to the pricks of cool air against your skin, something you realized after you stumbled out of the passenger seat and Renny had to pick you up . Your whole body was completely numb at that point.  The reason for your numbness was the same reason you’d slept without a nightmare last night, and it was the reason you (almost) slept through your morning class and only had time to throw on a sweatshirt, jeans, and sunglasses before, quite literally, running to English.

You were late, making sure to close the door quietly behind you this time, but the pair of eyes you expected to see whipping around to follow you to your seat with a seductive glimmer weren’t there.

He’d ditched.

Only Niall was there to mutter a quick “Hey Y/N” as you passed him to reach your seat.  The teacher started talking about something having to do with how everyone’s analysis was sub-par on the last essay, but if you were being honest you didn’t care, you couldn’t even concentrate.  Though you were facing the front, your mind kept drifting behind you, to the image of the empty seat where you’d gotten used to seeing his long body confidently sprawled out and leant back, one elbow propped up on the arm chair and head cocked as if he were pretending to listen.  It was annoying how even though he wasn’t here he could still somehow take control of your thoughts.  It’d be easier to ignore him if he wasn’t so damn infuriating, just the thought of last night made your blood boil, but the words you’d said came back to you, slowly, bit by bit.

Go back to your fake girlfriend who clearly understands you so much better.

People have planes and go to Europe on a three day weekend…

Creepily small wrists!

Had you really ran your mouth that much? To him?!  You groaned a bit and the person beside you turned with a loaded look -Weirdo- before returning their attention back to the board.  No matter how true your words were, you wouldn’t have told him all that completely sober.  At all.  You had a mind that was quick to get indignant and when the alcohol came in, the filter went out and there was only the Lord to help the poor person caught in the crossfire.  A rush of embarrassment flooded you and you’d regretted saying one word to him.  You should’ve played it cool, acted like you didn’t care that he was with someone else, not made a fool out of yourself.  He probably thought you were someone easily charmed by money when he’d paid for your meal or some bitter charity case and your sad speech last night just proved it. 

You realized you were kicking yourself and tried to stop your mind from spiraling any further.  If there’s one thing you hated most about boys it was that they could make you feel absolutely stupid.

Yet here you were.

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College!Harry AU - Part One

You sank back in to your chair as you tried to keep up with the pace which your professor was speaking down at the front. He was mumbling something about the US Judicial System while you sat wishing you hadn’t taken part in that one last round of shots at Liquor last night. You barely remembered waking up at this point, never mind how you got home just a few hours ago, probably stumbling across the campus, your heels digging in to the grass as you walked before finally dragging yourself up the two flights of stairs to find your room mate, Liv, just seconds ahead of you, it would seem, in the drunken walk home stakes.

Yawns appeared one after the other, half from the hangover and half from how boring this class felt this morning. Usually, you’d be so eager to be here, Political Science was what you wanted to do, even with all the added Liberal Arts classes (you were still struggling to understand the American university system) but you suddenly realised why they have Friday and Saturday nights - so you don’t go out on Thursdays…and every other night for that matter. Your eyes were slowly closing every few moments, your brain only awoken by the animated sounds the professor was using for his slideshow and every so often you’d hear the sighs of fellow students as they too were brought out of their relaxed states. He’d done it on purpose, hadn’t he? Every professor on campus knew that almost every first year, sorry, freshman, went to Liquor every Thursday night so they planned their Friday classes to annoy as many students as possible. Thankfully, this professor wasn’t one to save the most important parts of the course for 9am on a Friday nor set a paper to be on his desk by Monday morning.

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Losing Myself.

“I think when it’s all over it just comes back and flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidescope of memories. It just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second when I saw him this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was the feeling that came along with it. And the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved to fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks like an angel when they smile at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him. It was losing myself…”

***

They say when you meet the love of your life, you know. But I never did.

They say you’ll get butterflies and your palms will sweat and you’ll smile slightly as your eyes meet there’s, but that’s not what happened.

I hated him.

There was nothing I wanted more than to not want him.

Falling in love with some ass face frat boy quarterback at Princeton was not on my “to do” list when I received my acceptance letter.

He was scum. He’d drink his weight in vodka, fuck any female that batted their lashes at him, and picked on anyone he thought was beneath him. I hated him. Since the day I laid eyes on him I swore I hated him.

But I was also infatuated with him. And the way his green eyes went bloodshot when he was intoxicated. The way he’d watch how I walk and study my pattern of doing things. And the way his obnoxious laugh traveled down the halls of the frat house I’d spent so many regrettable nights at.

I didn’t know it was possible to hate someone and love them so much. I guess I really didn’t really know what I was capable of; until I met Harry.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

 Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Frat Boy Pt. 4

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He hadn’t held the door open for you.  Granted, you never really expected him to, but when it slammed shut in your face it nevertheless left a chill.

A nosy pedestrian gave you an apologetic glance, and you really wanted to tell them you were definitely not with him, not the guy that walked just as fast as he drove, mumbling a “come on” or huffing every few seconds when you’d fallen behind, not the guy who seemed to be rushing to get away from you, to the cover of the indoors.  But then the sky opened its mouth a little more and you started to feel a drizzle, the stranger was forgotten as you ducked under the awning.  And when you walked through the doors and saw Harry still clad in his practice uniform brushing off the stares that seemed to gravitate towards him, you thought, perhaps you wouldn’t completely mind if you were with him.  You waited a little awkwardly by the door along with the other normal people waiting their turn in the long line Harry had assumedly skipped.  He stood confidently, like he was standing in his living room and not like he’d just jumped to the front on one of Kean’s busiest nights, and you watched curiously as he spoke to the hostess who had the whole Urban Outfitter wardrobe and Tumblr girl pout going on.

The look you clearly weren’t going for.

When he gestured behind him with a little look your way, and the hostess followed his gaze, you offered a small smile and saw her brows knit together a bit in what you could only guess was distaste.  It stung, but you were more focused on the way he leaned towards her just the slightest to say something a little lower, and the way her pout suddenly turned up with a giggle from his huskily-spoken words.

And the way his smile broke into a smug grin as he took in her change of mood.

He broke his focus with the hostess to look back at you, still looking as smug as ever, and you cursed yourself for following him when he tossed his head to come closer.  Truly, it killed you a bit to follow this arrogant panty-dropper, and you mumbled little apologizes to the people you (not so elegantly) brushed past to get there.  You hated the stupid pangs of jealousy at his intimate actions with the hostess when in reality his words were completely meaningless, a means to an end.  Actually, you should be trying to warn the girl before it was too late and she was spread on his bed like a sloppy PB&J and thrown in the trash the next morning by a kid who decided he didn’t like the way the jelly and the peanut butter ran off the edges.

The hostess was quickly leading you through the filled tables to the only open space and when you saw it you wanted to roll your eyes.  The largest booth at the back of the room, and somehow it had Harry written all over it.  That hostess must’ve been a yoga instructor or an acrobat because you were downright struggling to maneuver through everything that quick and Harry, surprisingly, was gracious enough to wait for you.

“Why’d yeh wait by the door?” he asked.  And if you weren’t smarter, you would’ve thought you heard the smallest sliver of concern.

“It was too ridiculously crowded.  But it looks like that wasn’t a problem for you,” you observed.

“We’re friends.”  His tone was dismissive, but you couldn’t trust it.

His hand found its way to your waist to help you forward and you couldn’t quite swivel out of it in the narrow spaces between chairs and tables.

“This isn’t a date Styles.”                                                   

“Never said it was,” he countered.  “M’not cheap enough to take a girl here fo’ a date.  Plus you’re m’tutor now aren’t yeh? ‘M not that kinky.”

“Right, forgot you were rich.  Would you fly her to Spain for dinner then?” you scoffed, but you were cringing at how you couldn’t mask your sudden sour mood.

“Why, d’yeh like Spain?”

You almost seriously questioned if he would and mumbled a never mind.  You never really thought about how rich Harry was, you knew his family was well-known for something, and you were pretty sure it was a big something.  But you’d just never been sure what.  For all you knew, he could own half the oil rigs in Texas and own two private planes.  The rich weren’t exactly scarce in your town, actually it was normal for you to see Ferraris and Rolls-Royces at the grocery store on the daily, and Harry’s family was definitely situated at the top of the rich hierarchy.  You reckoned his family had a collection of exotic cars.

The hostess quickly called a waiter over to clear the table and her persistent glances towards Harry when you slid into the booth set you in a petulant mood.  He’d probably fly the hostess to Spain.  He’d probably be kinky with the hostess in Spain.

He slid in beside you and his hands brushed against yours as he did so, a tingle running up your sides from the gentle touch.

“I know m’not into role play, but you’d still look sexy in a pencil skirt,” he murmured lowly.

You practically choked on air, and before you could mumble an incoherent what? his eyes were already back on the hostess.  Bright with laughter.  And anything but innocent.

“You’re all set.  Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she said.  And the way she looked directly at Harry with a coy smile and nonchalantly leant down to accentuate her ample cleavage made you think that yes, she really did mean anything.

“Thanks Em. ‘M glad you’re workin’ tonight,” he said warmly, with that crooked smile that could charm the knickers off your gran.  Em.  The intimacy in which he spoke those words was twisting the knife lodged deep in your stomach.

Was everything that came out of his mouth this seductive-sounding?  You weren’t making this up were you?  You couldn’t possibly.

“The usual?” she asked, in that familiar way that made you grit your teeth with annoyance.

“‘M not sure yet, we’ll get back to yeh soon,” he sent her a little wink and you swore she actually swooned.  A small flustered smile befell her and Harry was watching it all, his charming persona never faltering.  “Well when you figure it out you know where to find me,” she said, turning her head and wiggling her hips a little too much when she walked away.   Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and you were envious of how it seemed to fall so naturally, swish each way when she walked.  For a moment, you regretted throwing your hair in a bun.

Harry suddenly ran his hands up and down his face once and leant back with a sigh, your body tensing just the slightest when you sensed his arm fall just above your shoulders.

“Do you treat all your friends like that?” you asked.  You couldn’t help it, the seed had been planted and it was going to nag at you all night if you didn’t just ask him.  Besides, there was no harm in it - nothing was ever going to happen between him and you so there was no need to be bashful.

You saw the tug at his cheeks.  “Yeah, friends. I stop in every now and then.” He stopped to think a moment. “She got sloppy drunk once but that night was just a mistake all ‘round I reckon.”

“I imagine you have a lot of those,” you mused.

“I’ll never be with a woman too fucked up to enjoy it,” he said shortly. “She came onto me and she was proper embarrassed about it all the next day when I told her what ‘appened, apologized and everythin’.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged before looking at you with an amused glimmer lighting his eyes.  “You’re the one who wanted to know.”

“I never-” your denial faltered.  Had you asked him?  “You don’t need to tell me about your sex life,” you said quickly, covering up your previous hesitation.

“The glares yeh were givin’ her said otherwise, but don’t go on and blush about it, m’flattered s’all.”  The cocky grin broke across his face and the knife you’d felt in your stomach quickly melted by a fire you weren’t quite sure you wanted to acknowledge at the moment.

“Glad we’re inside though, startin’ t’rain now innit?” His eyes never left you, and you felt forced to look outside the windows now wet from their natural shower.

“Yeah,” you sighed.  It hit you for a moment where this conversation was going and suddenly you laughed loudly.  “I refuse, absolutely refuse, to talk about the weather with you Harry.  Let’s…” You reached for your bag that wasn’t there.

“Study,” he finished for you.

“Right, but-”

Your bag.

It wasn’t there.

“Frick,” you muttered.  Harry quirked an eyebrow. “I forgot the books,” you whispered as the realization sunk in.  You could’ve sworn you’d brought them to the field, but you’d been in such a rush to get over there and then you’d ran back to put on a light coat of makeup… they were in your bag on your bed.  Along with your wallet.

You were an idiot.

Harry hadn’t said anything, but as he took in your crushed face, he barked a laugh and shook his head a bit.  “That’s classic, absolutely classic.”   Your hand shot out to shove him, but he dodged it and it only made your scowl deepen.  “Harry!  You’re laughing at your own failed English grade right now,” you whined.

His laughter subsided but only after mumbling an unbelievable under his breath.  “S’alright, we can still talk about it yeah?  ‘M sure yeh got loads of stuff in that pretty head o’ yours.”  The word pretty slipped out before he could stop it, and unnoticed by you, everything about him froze. 

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Frat Boy Harry (Chapter Three)

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Originally posted by jetblackdirection

The rest of the day wasn’t spent touring the campus and it’s many buildings, but it was passed through in a frenzy of red hair and brown eyes as Natalie tears through your luggage for a suitable dress.

“Do I have this whole room to myself?” You ask her, as you slowly spin on your feet–taking in the soft velvet flooring and the beige walls. The mahogany desks and tables and the cozy lighting. The sunset was streaming through your clear glass balcony doors, a thick curtain threatening to cut it off.

“Yup!” Natalie still doesn’t look up at you, and you realise that she has all your clothes sprawled out on your already-made bed. Damn, this school was nice. “Unless someone requests for a room change or you apply for a roommate. But nobody does, especially since 70% of the girls here are in Tri Delta or Alpha X.”

“Wait, there are two separate sororities here?” You slump onto your bed and stroke at the smooth white sheets. “I thought there was only one?”

Natalie shakes her head, finally looking at you. Her eyes light up with the kind of fire that only blazes when it’s lit with gossip or drama. “There used to be only one, Tri Delta, but then only for the last ten years, some chick decided to form Alpha X.”

“Why though?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You only heard about sororities and fraternities through Zac Efron in Neighbours. “Why did they need to make a new one? It’s not like they’re competing or anything.”

Natalie raises her eyebrows, “Oh, but they are. It’s more of a silent feud, though. You’re either in one or the other. Since there was only one, Tri Delta used to be formally invited to all of Alpha Psi’s–if you forgot, this is the fraternity that Harry’s the leader of (:–parties. It was sorta a tradition for those two houses to date one another, you know? But then Alpha X formed, and since then, it has been both the Alpha’s, and Tri Delta left out to rot in the attic.”

“Well, that’s just stupid,” you throw your head back and sigh. “Why can’t everyone just party together and have fun? Why does it have to be so drama-centered? I don’t understand!”

“Oh honey, how much you’re going to change this year,” Natalie laughs. “Anyways, nowadays Alpha Psi prefers Alpha X to Tri Delta anyways. Well, at least Harry does.” Then she leans down to whisper, like what she says next is forbidden. “Alpha X is known to do some…pretty promiscuous things. It’s said that last year, one of the girls got pregnant and couldn’t identify who the father was because she slept with all of them–without a condom too.”

“That’s revolting!” You scrunch up your nose. “And she couldn’t have slept with anyone!” You try to shake the image of her crawling down on Harry out of your head. “Ew, that means everyone in this school has aids.”

“Not me,” Natalie shakes her head. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m one of the reserved ones.”

You roll your eyes, “And yet you’re urging me to go to this party because…?”

“Because Harry likes you!” Natalie exclaims, throwing a pillow at your head. “And if you start dating Harry then maybe I might have a chance with Thomas.”

You fake gag, “He sounds like a fuckboy.”

Natalie rolls her eyes, “Harry sounds like a fuckboy. A british fuckboy.”

“Which brings me back to the point that I don’t want to date him!” You fling the pillow right back at her. “I don’t want to be involved with people that have sex with random strangers.”

The redhead looks at me in disbelief. “Are you abstinent?” ( a/n you are waiting until marriage for sex ((: )

“Maybe,” you confess. Seeing her face fall, you quickly add, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do all the steps that lead up to sex.”

Natalie brightens up and you can almost see a lightbulb click over her head. “Oh my God, you’re going to be such a natural tease!” Then she throws a sleeveless black dress at you.

“That’s the dress I wore for high school graduation,” you say, voice coated with nostalgia. “I remember–”

You are interrupted by a loud ripping sound. You look down to see that Natalie has ripped a line down the middle of the chest area on the dress.

“What the hell!” You scream, quickly lifting up the dress to examine the wound. “I can never wear that now!”

“Of course you can,” Natalie beams. “Tonight.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!”

The Frat Boy (Harry Styles)

Harry Styles One Shot

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NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.
Warnings: Sexual content, mature content, and language. (If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please do not read. Thank you.)

You wished you were anywhere but sitting in your psychology class. You were twiddling your thumbs and scrolling through your phone as you sat in the seat you had taken to. Outside you could be basking in the warm sun and light breeze but you were to be held up in a room filled with air condition and immature college boys sitting behind you.

Speaking of college boys the biggest and most popular one walked into the room. Being a frat boy came with some perks apparently.

You could sense him before you looked up. All whispering had stopped and his voice was speaking loudly. He wanted all eyes on him and you weren’t going to one of them. He wasn’t worth all of the hype but welcome to college.

The girls around you began to whisper and you begrudgingly lifted your eyes a fraction to see a black snapback and red plaid covered frame just a few feet away. You rolled your eyes as you heard his chuckle reach your ears.

It didn’t help that his seat was diagonally behind yours and you would have to endure 2 hours of him telling his friends about all of the head he had received before class. It sickened you to hear how he would talk about things sometimes and you didn’t want to be anywhere around him.

You had tried having your seat moved but the professor was colder then ice and stricter then your mother, and that was saying something. So you were set to endure the hell brought upon you and you were counting down the days until you could get out of this class.

You were no shy school girl though. You had many friends and were a social butterfly when you wished to be. Though you could be confident all you wished you were still innocent as ever and it was easy to see as a blush would spread easily over your cheeks at the mere mention of anything not PG.

You could feel his eyes lock onto your form but you kept your head down and averted your eyes to your phone as he shot daggers into your back. His friends quieted when he spoke up and you could feel your heart race.

“Hey kitten.” His voice was deep and raspy. It caressed your ears as you sat in the padded chair with your fingers tapping the wooden desk as you toyed with your phone.

You refused to turn around and it wasn’t until a paper ball hit your back that you did so. You knew your angry expression was clear on your face as he smirk widely. His straight white teeth were just barely showing from between plump pink lips and that didn’t exactly help your cause.

“Can you once in your life call me by my name and grow up?” You asked him in exasperation and he shrugged. Really a paper ball? What were the both of you, two freshman in high school still?

“You’ll always be kitten to me.” You cringed at the nickname and rolled your eyes. The fact of the matter no matter how much of an asshole Harry was, you still enjoyed the nickname against your will.

“Is that what you call all of your ‘friends’?” You asked lightly, trying to play it off, and smiled sweetly at him but his face hardened and his reply was sharp.

“No it isn’t. I save that endearment for you kitten.” His face relaxed and his eyes stared straight at yours. You shook your head and checked your watch to see class would begin any moment when the professor came in.

He once said that he called you that because you reminded him of a sweet little kitten. All nice when you wanted but you still had teeth to bit with and claws to scratch with.

You took a deep breath and you set up your laptop and the background you smiled fondly at. It was a group of all your friends and yourself in front of your old school.

“Who’re they?” He asked as he leaned forward in his seat. If you sat back in yours you were sure to feel his minty breath hit your neck.

“My friends and they aren’t single.” You told him sharply as you brought up a blank document.

“I was just wondering that’s all, don’t get all snappy at me. Someone seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the twin dorm bed this morning.” Harry was a junior in the class and you were a mere freshman who had to deal with dorm life.

He one the other hand had his own apartment and he was part of a fraternity so he could always stay there if he wished.

“Once upon a time Harry you too had to sleep on a twin bed and have a roommate. That must have put a damper on things right Romeo?” He laughed it off and just smiled widely at you. He had a nice set of dimples not that you would ever admit that to his face.

You may be sweet and innocent but if you were bothered to the point of being sassy that is what happened. Harry knew that your bite would only be like a kittens which is why he taunted and teased you. That much you knew.

The professor walked into the room and everyone quieted for her. She began her lecture and you diligently typed everything out.

Towards the end she put up a list on the screen and it went on everyones computers. It was for this project on the human mind, a study of why we humans behave as such. She had taken the liberty to already partner everyone up and your mouth dropped when you saw who you were with.

“Hey kitten who’s my partner?” Harry’s voice asked quietly and you felt as though you could burst into tears right there.

“Me, but not if I have a say in anything.” You told him and his eyes widened. The class was dismissed and he jumped up when you did. His hand touched your shoulder and you turned to him for one impatient moment.

“She won’t let you change, you know her.” He said quickly. “Let’s be partners kitten. Come on, I’m not that bad.” He said quietly as you sighed. You begrudgingly nodded your head and turned off your laptop.

“I’m not doing this full project do you understand me?” You said to him as you brought your eyes to meet his green ones. You could never place a better title to them then green because sometimes they looked like a murky blue or light grey, while other times they were a dark emerald that held tall tales and secrets. “I mean it Harry, you’re to do half of this.”

“I promise that I’ll do half the work.” For a moment you thought he was genuine but the little smirk painted across his face made you doubt it. He grabbed his things and scrawled something messy onto a piece of paper and folded it up. He picked up your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it before tucking the slip under your hand.

“I’ll see you later kitten.” He gave you one last cocky grin before leaving. You grabbed your bag and looked at the paper as you were leaving. On it was an address and his phone number as well as a time to meet him to work on the project.

Where something red for me -H x.

Was right under the number and the blush on my cheeks burned. His cheekiness knew no bounds and you didn’t know how you were going to make it though later tonight.

~~~

As you walked to his door you braced yourself for what you would find inside. You knocked lightly and there was some shuffling about on the other side while you waited.

“Kitten, right on time.” Harry grinned at you and you rolled your eyes at the fact he was shirtless. He had lots of tattoos going up and down his torso but you only glanced before picking up the first shirt you could find from the floor.

“Put a shirt on.” You said as you laughed at his antics. “Do you ever clean up?” You asked as your eyebrow rose. You glanced back at him and saw his shrug but he made an effort to pick a few pieces of clothing that littered his living room.

“You’re not wearing red kitten… Better yet pink looks better on you. Much more innocent,” he drawled as his eyes surveyed you up and down.

“Pretty.” You said as you picked up a forgotten bra. “You have no boundaries,” you said with a lip curl and handed it to him.

“It isn’t my company’s, it was my sisters.” He made a gagging action and you broke into laughter. “She came over to stay and she lost a bunch of her stuff in this mess. If you find any women’s jeans please pass them along.” He said quietly.

“Who says I am going to help you clean your apartment?” You sassed as you placed your hands on your hips and pushed one side out.

“Because I need help and you’re nice to me.” He said hopefully and you gave an overly exaggerated sigh and placed your things down before helping him clean up the living room and then moving to the kitchen.

“So what’s it like being in the fraternity?” You asked trying to fill the silence with something, anything.

“Good we get away with a lot…” He shared and then looked at you. “We throw massive parties you should come to one. They’re fun.” He drawled out the word as he glared at you.

“Yes drinking my body weight in beer and making out with someone I don’t know seems like fun.” You said sarcastically. You had been to a few of the frat parties and they were fun but you’d never admit that to the frat boy in front of you.

“You can find out a lot about a person at one of those parties. What they like, what they don’t like, the company they keep…”

“And who’s the company you keep Mr. Frat Boy?” You questioned only for him to fall silent. I bit my lip and continued to clean.

You felt for the boy in front of you. He was much different in this setting then he was at school. He was more quiet, more thoughtful, but he still had his cockiness and the smirk was still ever present.

“Did you know that you are the first girl that actually keeps up banter with me?” He shared with you as you finished cleaning up.

“And why is that?” You asked as you brushed your hands on your jeans.

“I’m still trying to figure that out…” He said quietly and that was that.

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Your friend asked you over the loud pulsing of the music. Over the past few weeks you had grown to accept Harry and now you were at the biggest frat party his fraternity had all year.

“I’ll be fine.” You told her and walked deeper through the mass of moving and writhing bodies. You got a drink and your body swayed to the music.

You jumped when someone came up behind but you relaxed when you heard Harry’s voice next to your ear. It was deeper then normal and slightly slurred.

His words jumbled together and he was all warm as he pushed your hips back against his.

“Don’t drink that kitten, you don’t need that to be fun. That’s why I like you.” He whispered and you rolled your eyes. “You’re innocent and sweet.”

“You only say that because we’ve not fucked.” You said callously but he stopped moving and turned you around quickly.

“We’ve not fucked because I don’t want to do that without going about the proper motions first. If I’m going to touch it’s because you’ll be mine not just for fun for 10 minutes.” You’d never heard him so serious and you found yourself nodding.

“You may not think so but I’ve not fooled around since we became partners for that stupid project and I don’t plan on fucking up. Get ready to play kitten.” He smirked turned you back around to continue dancing with you.

“Harry?” He dipped his face lower so he could hear your soft voice. “Did you mean it when you said that’s why you liked me?” You asked him over the music and a soft kiss pressed to your neck was all you needed to solidify his earlier words.

“Come on let’s go up to my room, it’s loud.” He pulled you away and you saw all the girls glaring at you. You pushed yourself more against him as he unlocked his door and you went inside.

“This place is all clean.” You teased him and he gave you his infamous smirk but this one looked a little forced.

“I cleaned up before you got here.” He told you as he sat next to you. You knocked your knee with his and smiled over to him.

He was still the annoying frat boy everyone knew but you had gotten to know more about Harry through these last weeks. Part of you was overjoyed to know he had stopped his actions over the last few weeks but you were still scared because this green eyed boy had a soft spot in your heart.

“I meant it when I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you were mine.” He whispered to you as he leaned closer. “And even then I wouldn’t call it fucking.” His voice caressed your ears and you found yourself leaning more into him.

“What would you call it then?” You asked, slightly breathless.

“I’d say making love but we aren’t there yet.” His lips pulled into a smirk against your neck and you bit your lip.

“And you think we’ll get there?”

“Oh yes I do, especially since I am already half way there and I suppose you are too since you’ve not insulted me all day.” He chuckled against you and you cracked a smile.

“We’ll see.”

“Let me take care of you for a minute.” The statement came out of nowhere and your eyes widened as he pulled back and looked at you. “Please,” he was practically begging as he laid you down.

“Take care of me?” You wondered as you looked at him. His cheeks were all flushed and he was all warm and snuggly looking. He was far off from the playboy you knew. Right now he was a little tipsy, laying in his bed with you in a nicely cleaned room. Downstairs bodies danced and lips were big kissed but in this room it was was and you were slowly thawing out.

“Mhm just for a minute.” His hand trailed down to the edge of your shirt as he brought his lips closer to you. “Just a taste, I want to know.” He whispered and placed his lips onto yours.

Your hands wound into his hair and your legs went around his waist as you kissed him back deeply.

You tugged on the strands harshly gaining a loud moan from him in response. Though you hadn’t admitted it to him, you’d wanted a taste as well.

Here the both of you were laying on a twin sized bed making out like teenagers as he pressed his hips more into yours and yours lifted off the mattress.

Here the both of you were picking the shirts off of each other and tossing them onto the nice and clean carpeted floor that was too soft beneath your shoes.

Here you were being kissed by someone you used to despise at a time and it was comical to see how the both of were now. Give an hour of time to each other every night and learn things about one other to end up kissing him feverishly.

His lips traveled down your chest and to the waist of your jeans. He looked up at you through hooded lids as he pulled them down and pressed a kiss to your hip.

Your peach colored lace panties made him smirk as he lowered them slowly.

“Let me taste you kitten.” He voice was strained as he peered at you. You nodded your head and he ducked between your thighs.

His tongue licked up your slit before his fingers parted your southern lips. His lips puckered around your clit as he sucked harshly for a moment before his tongue became pointed and delved into your slick pussy.

“Mhm you taste so good kitten, sweet like sugar.” His words slurred together as he continued to eat you out, alternating his tongue between flat to pointed.

You were a writhing and moaning mess above him as whimpers and gasps fell from your lips. He sucked on your nerves before your back arched and you came all over his tongue.

He licked you all up and kissed back up your body before pushing his lips to yours. This time the kiss was harder and more aggressive. You held onto him tightly as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

His hips grinned against yours as he tried to gain some friction.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as you reached between the two of you and undid his jeans. He moved off the bed and stood in front of you as you slid them down his legs and his boxers following shortly after.

The tip of his cock was a pinkish red and veins ran up and down it. It stood long on his stomach and white precum leaked from the tip. Your tongue darted out to taste him and you moaned when you did.

You looked up at him as you took him between your hand and slid him into your mouth. You didn’t break eye contact as you bobbed your head up and down his dick.

His hands came out and gripped a handful of your hair and he thrust his hips upwards. He hit the back of your throat and you sputtered against him.

“Sorry kitten.” He said and thrust back into your mouth more gently this time. When you became used to him you bobbed your head faster and he moved his hips to met you in the middle.

Your hand dropped down to fondle his balls while you ran your tongue over the long vein his cock had on the underside of it. He moaned and you hollowed your cheeks more.

His balls tightened in your hands and long streams of cum fell down your throat as you swallowed all of his seed.

You pulled off of him with a pop and cleaned the sides of your mouth. He grinned lazily down at you and pulled his pants back up.

You two didn’t say another word the rest of the night.

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“You know I can still taste you on my tongue? I can still feel your heat against my lips. Fuck kitten you’ve left me wanting more.” He whispered to you while stood outside against the stone pillars.s

“Just the image of you sucking my cock is enough to push me over the edge when I’m alone.” He continued on and you had to squeeze your legs shut.

“It’s you kitten, you’re the one for me.” His lips grazed your ear before he pulled back, leaving you to glance at him.

“Are you still trying to figure things out?” You asked referring to the conversation you two had had when you went over to his place the first night.

“Nope I’ve got it all figured out. The spot in my bed is all warmed for you.” He smirked and chuckled.

“Keep it that way.” You said quietly and he nodded and that was that.

I hope you have enjoyed this! I know it took me a while to get this up but here it finally is. 

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Frat Boy Pt. 6

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

This is the longest thing I’ve written on here, EVER.  Not sure if that jumbled it up, but thank you to everyone for sticking around to read about this crazy frat boy, sending me messages and asks and song recs for the playlist!  This chapter’s a bit of a revealing one, and little almost imperceptible layers are chipped away. Let’s see if he’s ruing the day yet, yeah? xx (shout-out to @lovelhes for the bomb mood board, love you bb)

It was 2:54 AM by the time Renny got back.  You knew because the comfort Zayn had brought you dwindled fast with each step you took away from him, so much so that by the time you got to the doors of your building, your legs were shaking from how frantic you were.   It had been much too dark outside, each innocent bush and tall tree beautiful in the daylight suddenly twisting into something sinister, hiding a dark figure just waiting to grab you and slit your throat as you fall to the ground with a soundless shout.  Even in the grossly fluorescent hallways that seemed oddly empty for 1 am, you turned each corner quickly for fear of who’d be waiting on the other side.  Even the shut of the heavy door behind you didn’t give you peace and when you’d swept your room and checked the closet for potential predators hiding behind hanging clothes, you knew you were being silly, so absolutely ridiculously silly. But your furiously beating heart told you otherwise.  

You couldn’t fall asleep after that.  

But you pretended to as Renny got ready for bed, as she quietly tip-toed through the room, the click of her low-lit lamp as she settled under her covers once again coating the room in an inky stillness.  Her little snores comforted you in the slightest, but she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t distract you from your thoughts.  And as your eyes bore up into the ceiling, seeing past it to nothing at all, a hand lay on your throat.  

The stream that ran red, his fists, the snake tat, his touch, their smell, the men, his arms, the safety you felt in them.  It wasn’t fair, none of it was.  That he could make you feel something that felt so right and toss it in the trash like it never happened.  You had been fine with being acquaintances, safe at that distance, pretend that you wouldn’t be affected by him, but then he was the one who had to turn it into something more, to turn you into this.  You remembered your words to him and felt a deep sadness seize your chest.  You were a hypocrite.  The weight building inside you contracted into a choke-hold, threatening to crush your lungs with its deadly mixture of guilt, regret, anger, but you were too tired to release it in a sob.  So it sat there.  Refusing to let you sleep.  Suffocating you.  Silly girl, a voice sneered, All this for a boy you haven’t gone on a date with. The moan of his name in that unfamiliar voice rang loud in your head as an unwanted tear rolled straight down to hit your ear.  You willed yourself to numb your mind, to not think about anything, but when had you ever truly had control?

Sometime, in the early hours of the morning, your lids felt heavy and closed without you ever really knowing, the black cloak of the night sealing them shut as the dark twists and pangs building inside of you pushed you off a ledge, forcing your fall into a fitful sleep.

“Did you have a nightmare last night?”  You cringed as Renny took her black eyeliner and dug a little too hard with the tip against your cheek.  You thought about denying it for a moment, but decided against it.  If there was one person you could talk to, it was Renny.

“How’d you know?”

“You kept groaning and- hold on” - she licked her thumb and rubbed below the line she’d just created for the black #17 now on your cheek, smudging it up and using her nail to dig into the skin and remove the extra bits she’d accidently drawn.  She hadn’t asked to draw Harry’s number on you and for that you were thankful.  Your favorite was Louis anyways - “There, perfect. You just kept muttering something and you looked like you were shaking.  I tried waking you up, but you just turned back around and fell asleep.”

“Sorry for waking you,” you offered her an apologetic smile, but she brushed it off.

“You honestly think I mind?  I mean, I’m a little jealous you got to sleep that much, but I was the one who chose not to leave the party.”  You wanted to let out a single sharp laugh at that, but you were better.  “Paw print?”  She brought the pencil to your other cheek and paused, you nodded.  She started to draw the symbol of your school’s mascot, the panther, and for some reason Harry popped into your mind again.  Agile. Dark. Stealthy.

Deadly.

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