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“So, I think I like Zayn.”
Louis stared at Liam from across the table, not really shocked. It was Tuesday and they were in the cafeteria eating lunch. Barbara had gone to the bathroom and Elliot was still buying lunch because apparently he had forgotten his at home.
It was exactly ten days after the party, and Louis hadn’t seen Zayn, Harry and Niall ever since. Well, unless you counted the times she’d seen them leaning against the wall of their school, smoking and laughing while Louis waited to be picked up.
“You’ve-you’ve been talking to her recently?” Louis asked.
“Uh, not really. I mean she approached me last Thursday when I was waiting for my chauffeur and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere.”
“Where?”
“She just said ‘somewhere’. Of course I didn’t go, because I had to be home and I don’t really have anything to talk about with her.”
“Do you have her number?”
“No. She didn’t ask for it and I couldn’t just offer it to her.”
“So did you two do anything other than make out?”
Liam shook her head, to Louis’ relief. Louis wasn’t relieved because Liam didn’t do dirty things with a girl (she found out that she didn’t really mind), she was relieved because if Liam had done anything other than making out, she’d officially be more experienced than her. And Louis always wanted to be the best in everything.
“But uh, don’t tell Elliot that, yeah? I don’t want my parents, or anyone else for that matter, to find out.”
“I won’t tell him, of course.”
And their conversation was cut short when the Barbara and Elliot returned to the table, smiling. They changed the subject to the upcoming cricket game that was this Saturday. Louis didn’t really enjoy sports, because doing sports meant sweating and stinking and she just wouldn’t have that.
Maybe that’s why I have a tummy and a fat arse.
When school finished that day, Liam, Barbara and Louis went to buy tickets for the Winter formal that was going to take place in a month at The Dorchester Hotel, the most expensive hotel in Doncaster, if not in all of England. Each student would get a suite for them and their partner to stay the night. Usually the boys bought the tickets, and the girls just did a big effort on looking pretty.
“Who are you taking?” Louis asked Liam, who shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’ll probably go with a guy in our class.”
“You should take Laine. He broke up with Tiffany last week.”
“I probably will.”
“I’m taking Niall.” Barbara said and normally, Louis would mind it if a public school boy would even step in the hotel, but she just shrugged. Niall seemed cool and laid back, knew how to have a good time.
They were waiting at the carpool for their chauffeurs when Louis saw Niall and Zayn approaching. She elbowed Liam discretely, who blushed and looked down at her shoes, trying to seem occupied.
“Hi, babe.” Niall said, looking around but Barbara assured him that her chauffeur hadn’t arrived yet. He pecked her lips before swinging an arm around her shoulders.
“We’re going out tonight, yeah?” he asked her and she nodded.
“You want to come?” Zayn asked, looking at Louis, then at Liam.
On a school night? Like that would happen.
“Uh… sure?” Liam said. “Where?”
“We’re just going out for dinner at a diner in town.” Niall answered excitedly. “They have the best burgers in Doncaster, hands down.”
Burgers? As in, greasy, fattening meat squished between two pieces of white bread and fried? Like in those disgusting commercials?
“We go there at eight and stay until ten. Maybe you should give me your number so I can text you the address.” Zayn told Liam, who was close to having a stroke.
“Uh… yeah, sure. Of course. Give me, uh- your phone. I guess.”
Liam typed her number in Zayn’s phone with slightly shaky fingers, before she handed it back, obviously trying to hold back a smile.
“Great. See you then.” Zayn said and literally leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of Liam’s lips, which okay, anyone could’ve seen. But then Louis remembered that Zayn probably didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about her and if Louis was being honest, she kind of admired, and at the same time envied, her for that.
Now all she had to do was figure out a way to get her parents into letting her go out on a school night.
She decided on asking them during dessert that day, when they were eating chocolate mousse.
“So, Liam and I were thinking about going out to eat at a seafood restaurant tonight?” She asked calmly
“Which seafood place? The one where they serve the good shrimp?” her mother asked while wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“That one.” Louis answered, even though she had no idea which one that was.
“That’s good. But have you done your homework?”
“I've got to read something in economics one more time, but then I’m done.”
“Hm. What do you think, Christian?”
Louis’ dad looked up from his food and shrugged. “If she says she’ll be home by ten then so be it. How will you get there?”
“A taxi?” Louis said without even thinking.
Everyone at the table burst out laughing and Louis felt like an idiot.
“Good one, sweetheart.” Her father told her. “We’ll ask Richard to drive you there. Remind me to leave you some money.”
“I got enough money.”
Since when did she turn down the offer of money? She needed a reality check.
“You can never have too much money.”
Louis nodded and thanked him, before finishing up her mousse, then going up to her room. Liam had texted her the address and after she looked up the seafood restaurant her mother had told her about, she realized that she could walk the two blocks
She dressed up with the red jeans from Forever 21 and a simple shirt, since it was quite warm that evening and she wasn’t in the mood for carrying around a coat.
So after she’d made sure she looked presentable (not sure who she was trying to impress), she walked downstairs to grab the money her dad had left.
Harry groaned when she heard the doorbell go off downstairs. She wasn’t in the mood for talking to anyone, since she had a dark haired girl between her legs, lips pressed to her clit and sucking like her life depended on it.”
She looked at the clock on her wall. School finished half an hour ago, so it must’ve been either Zayn or Niall, because her mum had a shift until midnight.
“Maybe you should answer that.” The girl said in a low tone but Harry tangled her fingers into her hair and pushed her hips forward, telling her to shut up and get her off.
She came thirty seconds later, just as the bell rang for the second time.
“So, we should do this again.” She said as she pulled her top back on.”
Harry nodded, even though she didn’t even know her name. She knew that she was in her English class… or French, didn’t matter.
“Maybe next time you get me off.” She propositioned as Harry escorted her downstairs in just her bra and underwear.
“Maybe.” She said and opened the door for her to see Zayn there with a six-pack of beer.
“Hello.” Zayn spoke, smirking, and the girl just smiled before walking away.
“Who was that?”
“I have no idea.” Harry responded and closed the door behind Zayn before they went in the cramped living room/kitchen to sit on the couch.
Zayn placed the beers on the coffee table and pulled out his little metal box that was labeled ‘NOT Weed’.”
“Nice mark, by the way.” She complimented Harry, pointing to her neck, right under her chin. It was the size of a fist and they both knew it wouldn’t go away for another few days.
“She got a big mouth, then?”
“Yeah.” Harry laughed as she popped a can open. “What are we doing tonight?”
“We’re going out tonight.”
“Where?”
“Rockies.”
“Who’s coming?”
“Niall, Barbara, Liam and Louis, probably.”
“Louis?”
“Yeah. She's cooler than we thought.”
“Still trying to get into Liam’s pants?” Harry asked as Zayn rolled two joints for them.
“Mhm. Won’t be that easy though, she’s a virgin.”
“That makes it more fun though.”
“I know.”
Zayn handed her, her joint, before they lit both of them up with the same flame and leaned back into the couch.
“So, Niall told me the St. Mark’s winter formal is coming up next month.”
“And?”
“He’s going with Barbara.”
“Ha, I’d like to see him in a tux.” Harry laughed, feeling the drugs kicking in.
“We should crash their formal.” Zayn suggested and Harry smiled at the idea.
She would mind seeing Louis’ shocked face when she sees them dressed in normal clothing stepping into their fancy ballroom.
“We definitely should.”
She watched Zayn take another drag of smoke, before finishing her joint a few minutes later, laughing at something she remembered Niall saying.
“You should’ve came to school today.”
“Mm, why?” Harry asked, taking a long drag, then putting the joint out in the ashtray.
Zayn licked her lips. “Ms. Waters wore tight pants today.”
“Already fucked her.” Harry reminded her and Zayn rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, but I only fingered her, I can fantasize.”
“Mind your private school princess.”
Zayn rolled her eyes before she swung her left leg over Harry’s lap and straddled her.
“Why don’t you mind me right now?” She asked, eyes red and glassy.
Harry smirked and brought their lips together, hand reaching for Zayn’s belt, undoing it and letting it fall to the floor. She sucked a big bruise into the side of her neck to make sure Liam would see it and be jealous, before she pressed Zayn back against the couch and dropped to her knees in front of her.
She fingered, licked, and sucked, paying special attention to her clit because she knew that got Zayn off the most then licked her clean
“Your mouth is so fucking good.” Zayn told her when she came back up and lied down on the couch so Zayn could straddle her again.
“You know what else is good?” She asked, pulling down her underwear
Zayn shook her head, as she got undressed, laughing even though it wasn’t funny at all. She was high and about to fuck her best friend; things couldn’t get better than that (well, unless it would be Liam instead of Harry, now that would be perfect).
They spent the rest of the day naked on the couch, finishing the weed and watching some bad reality show on the small TV.”
When it got half past seven, they took turns showering and got dressed up so they could leave the house. Harry didn’t bother to leave a note for her mother, she knew she wouldn’t worry about her; she never really did. Harry threw on a black shirt, her black jeans, her white converse and the jean jacket she stole from Acne Studios last week.
They walked to Rockies diner - they didn’t want to spend money on a taxi and they weren’t going to wait for the bus.
Niall and Barbara were already there, in a booth in the far corner right next to the end of the bar, making out.
“Whoa, easy.” Zayn laughed and Harry took a seat next to Barbara, so Zayn had to sit opposite of Niall.”
Liam arrived five minutes later, shyly smiling as she sat down next to Zayn, and the only thought about them that Harry had was that Zayn picked a good one.
However, Liam was nothing in comparison to who had just walked in. Louis' hair was in a loose braid, swept to the right, and those red jeans clung to her thick thighs quite sinfully. She was only wearing a thin shirt, and Harry knew she’d be cold in a few minutes.
Louis took a seat next to Liam and looked directly at Harry for a moment, before greeting everyone and apologizing for being late.
“Still no boyfriend?”
“No.” Louis rolled her eyes.
“So you two finished, then? And I don’t mean that in the good way.” She pushed, knowing it got on the younger girl's nerves.
“Actually, we turn five years together next Friday.” Louis snapped, but stopped when she spotted the huge hickey on Harry’s neck. Her eyes widened, like she’d never seen one but knew what it was. And Harry honestly wanted to suck a necklace across those collarbones that were peaking out from under the dip of her collar.”
“You’ve never seen a hickey before?” Harry asked, mocking her. Louis angrily frowned and shot a look in Zayn’s direction, just to see the mark Harry had left on her.
Liam noticed too, because her eyes saddened a bit.
“Let’s fucking order, I’m starving here.” Niall interrupted their little moment filled with tension as she leaned over to the middle of the table and grabbed a menu. They followed his lead, even though everyone (except for Louis and Liam) already knew what to order because they’d been here countless times before.
“Oh my God, these pictures look disgusting.” Louis said and Harry looked up at her. “I don’t even know what’s good here.”
“You should get this one.” Zayn told Liam, getting closer to her face than necessary, which had Liam blushing and squeaking out an ‘okay’.”
“I’ll get that same as her then.” Louis told the waitress when she came to take their orders.
“Hey, Harry mate, didn’t you fuck her last year?” Niall asked as he draped an arm around the back of Barbara’s seat.
“No, that’s not Michelle. This one’s new. Wouldn’t mind fucking her though.” Harry replied and saw Louis’ face contorting in disgust.
“She has small breasts.” Louis commented and Harry smiled because she’d gotten a reaction from her.
“Well, Zayn has no tits and I still fuck her.”
Liam choked on her water and Zayn flipped Harry off, Niall and Barbara laughing at Harry's remark. She saw Zayn place her right hand under the table, and judging by Liam’s beamy smile, it was probably on her thigh.
She wanted to sit next to Louis too, touch her under the table and make her squirm uncomfortably. She wanted to pin her down on a bed and touch her everywhere. She wanted to eat her out and tease her until Louis would beg to have her first orgasm but Harry wouldn’t let her, because she was such a fucking snob and needed to be taught a lesson.
Harry could feel the moisture in her jeans, so she tried to focus on the conversation about the St. Mark’s winter formal, and how Zayn was mocking Niall for wanting to find a suit.
She forgot about wanting to do dirty things to Louis until the waitress - Emily, according to her name tag - brought them their orders twenty minutes later. Louis had ordered a cheeseburger with a side of fries and a coke. At first she’d scrunched her nose at the way it looked; probably not exactly like lobster dipped in butter. But then Liam convinced her that is was actually good, so she grabbed her fork and knife, but Harry stopped her.
“You eat it with your hands.” She told her and Louis looked at her like she was crazy.
“Like… like animals?”
“No, like normal people. Like this.”
Harry took a hold of her own BBQ burger, and Louis mimicked her actions, a disgusted look still on her face.
“And now you take a bite.”
“What if I stain my shirt?”
“No one would mind.”
Louis nodded and stared at the burger, before she opened her mouth and, fuck, stuck her tongue out before actually taking a bite. And the fact that her mouth opened so wide made Harry think about fucking good her tongue would feel pressed against Harry's clit.
Louis moaned, like an actual moan, before saying that it was actually really good, even though it was greasy.
Harry crossed her legs under the table and nodded, while Niall started lecturing Louis about the food she should try the next time they came here.
That’s when Harry decided she wanted to corrupt her in every way possible.
When Louis was done with her burger - she was the last one to finish, she actually sucked her fingers clean and Harry couldn’t help but stare at the way her cheeks hollowed and how her cheekbones looked.
Louis realized she was being watched and her cheeks reddened, because everyone’d seen her doing such a disgusting act. If her mother had seen her, she’d be grounded for a month.
“So was it good? Or amazing?” Niall asked after they paid and got up to leave.
“It was really good.” Louis answered, patting her tummy over her shirt. “I look like I’m pregnant, though.”
“Watch this.” Niall said and stopped when they were out of the diner to pull his shirt up and push his stomach out obscenely. He looked like he was pregnant, literally.
“Oh my God, put it away.” Zayn protested and shielded her eyes away from Niall.
Liam and Barbara laughed as Niall adjusted his shirt.
“It’s half past nine, let’s go up the hill.” Harry suggested. She didn’t want to go home where she’d feel alone and would probably end up sitting on the toilet with bloody wrists.
So they went up the hill, laughing at a story that Niall was telling them about a girl in his trig class. When they got to the top (it wasn’t a long walk, and it was definitely worth it because you could see the whole town shining bright in the darkness of the night and the moon in the middle of the sky), everyone except for Louis sat down on the grass.
Niall gave his jacket to Barbara, who was apparently cold, or just looking for an excuse to dress up with Niall’s clothes.
“Why don’t you sit down, Tommo?” Niall asked and Louis raised her eyebrows at the sudden nickname.
“I don’t want to get grass stains on my jeans.”
“Jesus.” Harry said, rolling her eyes and taking off her jean jacket so she could spread it out on the grass for Louis to sit down on.
“Thanks.” Louis muttered and sat down cross-legged on it.
Then Zayn pulled out a small bottle filled with Vodka and they passed it around while Harry and Niall smoked.
They spent the next twenty minutes up on the hill, and Louis realized that she’d been wrong for the first time in her life; not all public school kids were arrogant and poor. Well, she wasn’t sure about the poor part (they definitely had less money than Louis by far), but they were actually really nice and fun. They were also the only people Louis knew who weren’t at all judgmental and were open to everything, not putting any value on material things.
“Liam, uh, we need to go.” Louis told Liam when she saw that it was already ten to ten, and they had to be at the seafood restaurant at ten pm sharp.
“Already?” Niall pouted when Barbara stood up too.
“Yeah, we have a curfew.” She said and rolled her eyes, bending down to kiss Niall goodbye.
“No kiss goodbye for me?” Zayn asked Liam, who was close to choking on air.
“Uh. Yeah, sure.”
Liam leaned over to Zayn and kissed her quickly before she stood up and walked quicker to catch up to Louis and Barbara.
Louis didn’t even realize the fact that he was dressed with Harry’s jacket until they were in front of the seafood restaurant and Barbara pointed it out.
“Oh- bollocks.” Louis mumbled. She was cold and had forgotten that it was Harry’s jean jacket. It was quite warm and smelled good, so Louis didn’t pay that much attention to whose it was and now she felt like an asshole.
She had to fold it up when she entered the house though, in case her parents would notice the fact that it wasn’t her jacket.
Louis got to her room without any complications, and after she’d showered and changed into her pajamas she went to place the jacket on the desk. She would give it to Barbara the next day to give it to Niall, who would give it to Harry.
She couldn’t help but look at the brand, and when she saw it was Acne Studios, she knew it was probably another stolen item. She got into bed after that, making sure to turn off the bedside lamp and set her clock for the next morning. She needed exactly eight hours of sleep for her to be able to function the next day.
However, that all went to hell when her iPhone buzzed on the bedside table, waking her up. Louis groaned and sat up in the bed, pushing her sleeping mask to her forehead so she could check who was calling and tell them off.
She frowned when she saw it was an unknown number, but she answered anyway.
“Uh… hello?”
“Hello, is this Louis Malik speaking?” came a slurred voice from the other end and Louis was a bit confused, but then it dawned on her that it was actually Harry.
“Harry? How’d you get my number? And why are you calling me at…” she checked the time on the clock, “…two in the morning?”
“You listed yourself as my guardian, you dumbass.” Harry sarcastically said and Louis face-palmed herself.
“And?”
“I’m at the police station and they gave me one call, so I called you since your sheet was in the database.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh, that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”
Louis closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing.
“What do you want, Harry?”
“For you to come and bail me out.”
“I’m not- I’m not going to come bail you out in the middle of the night! I have school tomorrow and maybe you should learn a lesson.”
“Louis, I’ve been in there five times already, if there would have been a lesson to be learned, I would’ve learned it by now.”
“Then I’m sure you won’t mind spending another night there. I’ll tell Zayn in the morning and she’ll take care of it. Or maybe call your mother.”
“Louis, please.” Harry said. “You owe me anyways.”
“And why would I own you? For waking me up?”
“For taking my jacket. I’m freezing right now.”
Louis could hear a warning that the time was almost up, probably an officer, so she sighed.
“Fine. How much is it?”
“Two hundred.”
Louis hung up, slamming her head against the headboard, before she stood up from the bed. She knew her parents wouldn’t hear her because their room was on the next level, but the alarm would go off if she wasn’t careful.
She put on a black shirt, black jeans and black converse, and also Harry’s jacket, before she grabbed the house keys, her wallet and her phone.
Thankfully their Samoyed dog (Sammy - very original) was sleeping and the Ashera cat (London) didn’t care enough to start making noise.
Louis quickly typed in the code by the door, which gave her ten seconds to get out. She managed to do that in time, and her heart was racing when she opened the gate, running down the street so no one would see her. Even though no one in their right mind was awake at this hour, she always liked to be precautious.
She took a taxi from the taxi station she’d discovered a block away from her house, and got to the police station by two thirty.
“Louis To-I mean, Louis Malik, I’m here to bail out Harry Styles.”
“Again, I see.” The officer said and handed Louis Harry’s file.
“She’s been arrested for urinating on private property and assaulting an officer while drunk.”
“Is she sober now?”
“Yes.”
Louis signed the paper and handed the officer the money, but didn’t walk to the cell this time.
Harry smirked when she saw Louis at the front desk, impatiently tapping her foot against the floor.
“Hi, Louis.” She said, pointing out her jean jacket. “Nice jacket.”
“Shut up.”
Harry flipped off the officer at the front desk as they walked out.
“Fuck you, Stanley!”
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Styles, and you wish!” the officer yelled after them, but they were already out the door, going down the steps.
“A thank you would be ni- are you actually smoking?” Louis asked, completely astonished when Harry acted as if nothing had happened.
“You were literally in police custody for pissing on private property and assaulting an officer, and your response to all of this is smoking?”
“Chill, Louis.”
“Don’t tell me to chill! I am chilled.” Louis spat.
“You don’t seem like it.”
Louis was close to having a mental breakdown.
“So, where did you even pee? And why?”
Louis knew she should’ve already left Harry to go home, but this was just too interesting.
“I peed in my economy teacher’s garden. As a pay back for failing me.”
“Oh my God! Are you serious?! You’re so… fucked up.” Louis said and Harry raised her eyebrows at Louis’ words.
“I see you’ve learned new words.”
“You’re so annoying. I don’t know how your mum puts up with you.”
“She doesn’t.”
“What?”
“She doesn’t ‘put up’ with me; she just looks away.”
“So that’s why you’re like this.”
“What? ‘Fucked up’?” Harry asked, laughing. She actually took it all as a joke and it made Louis furious.
“Just to be clear, this was the last time I ever come to bail you out.”
“Sure. Isn’t that what you said last time?”
“No?”
“Then it will be what you’ll say next time.”
“Why would there be a next time? Just stay out of trouble, it’s not that hard.”
“It isn’t when your parents put everything you need under your fucking nose. You’re so fucking spoiled Louis; you have no idea what the real world is like. But you’ll see- or maybe you won’t, because your parents will still kiss your fucking ass even when you’ll be forty years old with two children and a husband that doesn’t even touch you an-“
Louis lost it. Who did Harry think she was? This- this hooligan, a scumbag with no future or a penny to her name. So Louis pushed her because she was angry; and the scariest part was that she wasn’t sure whether she was angry because Harry was so disrespectful and had no idea what she was talking about, or because she was completely right.
Harry looked at him surprised as her back bumped into the brick wall, cigarette falling to the ground and Louis stepping on it.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about! You’re nothing! You’re nothing compared to me! You’re poor and have no future! I have a family that loves me and a boyfriend and money! What do you have? You-“
He yelped when Harry gripped into her waist over the jacket, pinning her against the wall and her grip was so tight and angry it made Louis question her previous actions.
“You think you’re better than me just because your parents have money? You’re snobby and I actually feel sorry for you, because you’re seventeen and you have no idea how to properly live life.”
“Oh, and being arrested is the right way to live life?” Louis shot back, trying to get out of Harry’s grip, but the older girl was twice as strong as Louis.
“I’d rather be imprisoned in a cell than my own house!”
“That doesn’t make sense and it’s stupid. Let me go or I’ll scream.”
“You know why you’re so uptight, Louis?” Harry asked, moving her face closer and Louis could smell the cigarette smoke on her. She couldn’t move, or breathe, because Harry was so close their noses were almost touching and Louis had never been this close to someone (except for Elliot and that guy she’d kissed a few weeks ago), yet alone a girl.
“Because you’re fucking sexually frustrated, that’s why.”
Louis’ breaths were uneven and slow, like she just ran a marathon.
“And it’s just so pathetic because you’ve never snogged someone… or been snogged, for that matter. It’s also a shame that you’re straight, although I’m not sure you are.”
“What- what are you talking about? I’m not gay!”
“You sure about that? Would be a shame though, a waste of those tits and big bum of yours.”
And now. Okay. Harry had crossed the line by calling her fat, Louis wasn’t going to stand there and just take the verbal abuse. She pushed Harry away, and the older girl stumbled two steps backwards, but then got back in Louis’ face.
“Don’t you fucking push me, ever.” She growled at Louis, before gripping into the back of her neck and smashing their lips together.
Louis gasped against Harry’s lips, before she felt a tongue in her mouth and hands gripping into her hips.
Her whole body felt as if it were on fire; Harry’s fingertips burned holes into her hips over her shirt, while her tongue explored Louis’ mouth.
Louis didn’t know what to do, and even though her first instinct was to pull away, she followed Harry’s lead, and soon enough they were properly making out.
Louis had a weird feeling that also felt kind of good in the pit of her stomach, and it was as if her panties had gotten wetter.
Harry’s left hand left Louis’ hip and tangled itself in her hair, pulling Louis away so they could breathe.
Louis was about to tell her off, defend herself somehow, but all her words got stuck in her throat when Harry trailed her right hand down to her crotch and squeezed. The action sent a jolt through Louis’ entire body, and she couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“You like it, don’t you?” Harry breathed in her ear and Louis could literally feel every single hair on her neck stand up. “You’re wet, I can tell.”
Harry then pulled away, smirking.
“And you said you weren’t gay, tsk.”
Harry ran a hand through her hair before she turned around and left Louis standing there, breathing heavily.
“Oh, and you can have the jacket for tonight, looks good on you.”
Then she was gone, disappearing into the darkness of the night. Louis didn’t move from where she was for another five minutes, touching her lips, not believing what just happened.
She had made out with someone.
A girl.
And the scariest thing was that she actually enjoyed it, but now she had a problem in her pants.