:: FRANCHESCA'S POV:: My neck, my cheeks, my collar bones, my jaw. A tease, that's what you would call Harry Styles. He had me sandwiched up against a wall. The party was still going on just up the hall way. With Dubstep breaking Connor's speakers. But I and Harry took our own party to a hidden hallway just by the bedrooms. We didn't make it that far, with the way Harry was acting. His kissed me all over. Making my toes cringe with delight. My lips quivered just waiting hungrily for his lips to meet mine. But he took his time, and well he did it. His hands buckled underneath my shirt pressing against my cold body. A low groan escaped his throat. I brought my hands up to his curls and held onto them. Finally, he kissed from my collar bone to my neck to my cheeks, then the gold prize. Our lips had met. Sparks like no other. He slipped his tongue in so fast, I hadn't expected it. Being drunk, that was bad. But being bad, that was fun. We kissed hard, and lustful. Not letting go of each other. Pleasure had escaped my throat, which only made him laugh through our kiss. He parted for air, while our break he pulled down my pants. With no hesitation I pulled his down as well. He giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist again. He lifted me up and placed me right back against the wall. "Let's not get drunk again." He whispered in my ears. -- "Franchesca. Could you read line 82 from Hamlet?" Mrs. Hosh, my English teacher, interrupts me from a flashback of last night. "Yes." I ...
Tags: Harry, Styles, Story, One, Direction, Hazza
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