A stream of sunlight poured through the thick branches of the trees that towered above me.  I watched as bugs floated in the sunlight, a few of them slowly fluttering to the yellow and pink flowers that littered the ground, which were barely visible above the mid-caf grass. I cautiously walked forward, my mouth falling open as I gaped at the small body of water that rested so calmly just beyond the meadow.

The pond set so still, not a single ripple in the clear water. A few lily pads rested on the water, and my eyes searched the surrounding area for frogs but I didn’t see one, or hear one. I took another step forward until my feet came in contact with the small area of pebbles that set in front of the pond. They dug into my feet and made little crunching noises with every small move I made.

I looked back down at the water, my eyes dancing over the reflections of the trees that you could see so clearly in the water. As I remained staring in that single spot, somehow the layers of water began to clear and become transparent, allowing me to see all the different types of things that lived in the pond.

My attention was soon captured when I seen something move, and when I finally pinned my gaze on that something, I was held completely captive when that something turned into more somethings. I watched as the fishes swam in the water, their black bodies moving with ease through the pondweed that stuck out all over in the water. A sudden  'pop' sound startles both me and the fish, and I watch as the fish scatter in different directions of the concentric circles that begin to form on the pond.

“No,” I whisper, heartbroken that I wasn’t able to look at the fish for more than a few seconds before something startled them. Another ‘pop’ was heard only a few feet away from me, and I quickly spin around to find Harry standing a few feet away from me, his pant legs rolled up and his shoes off to the side as he throws one rock at a time out of the pile he is holding in his arms.

“Stop!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice quiet so I didn’t startle them any further. I walked over to Harry and pulled his arm, watching in triumph as all the rocks clattered to the ground, a few of them landing on both mine and Harry’s feet. “I was watching those,” I informed him when he looked down at me through slitted eyes.

“So? You can watch still watch them as they swim away,” He rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up more rocks, but I couldn’t have that. Without thinking about what I was about to do, I held both hands out in front of me and pushed Harry forward, having to use all my strength to even get him to budge.

When my fingers were no longer touching any part of Harry, I closed my eyes tightly and waited to hear him fall to the ground, but the next thing I knew the front of me was being soaked with water as their was a loud splashing noise. I squealed loudly and jumped back, quickly wiping the water away from my eyes before I opened them and looked in the water.

To my utter terror, Harry’s head was sticking out of the water, the rest of him being under the water, and he looked absolutely pissed. “I-’I’m sorry!” I quickly apologized, my face contorting into one of horror when Harry began to swim towards the edge.

Without thinking, once again, I spun around as fast as I could and began to run in the direction we came in. I didn’t pay attention to the rocks that were slicing through the bottom of my feet, or the branches that dug into my skin as I dove through the bushes Harry had pulled apart before. All I could really focus on was the sound of someone else's feet hitting the ground as they chased after me.

“LOUIS!” Harry shouted loudly, my heart spazzing in my chest before it lurched itself into my throat. I felt a shock of something run through my body before everything became numb to me and my skin began to buzz lighty. I ignored that, my only real focus was the opening in the treelines that was only feet away from me, meaning I was close to Harry’s house.

“I WILL CATCH YOU!” I felt tears prick my eyes when I hear how close he sounded.

I pushed myself to go faster, ignoring my screaming lungs and sore legs. I needed to get away from him. I needed to get to somewhere safe as soon as I possibly could, and the only place that I knew was around here was in Harry’s house, because at least then there was witnesses if he murdered me. “I’m sorry!” I tried to shout behind my shoulder, but my dry throat wasn’t allowing any words to come up.   

I swallowed thickly and focused on the only path I had to escape. I ran past the treeline and felt my body relax when I seen Harry’s large backyard, but the fear returned even stronger now when I could literally feel Harry’s presence behind me. “NO! I’m sorry!” I managed to scream before my voice gave out.

I was able to see the backdoor of his house opening before an arm was being wrapped around my waist and I was being lifted in the air before I was turned around and slammed to the ground. The grass cushioned my fall, but if it hadn’t been for the hand cupping the back of my head, I would have bashed it into the ground.

I wiggled beneath Harry’s body and scream, figuring that this was it. This is how I was going to die. Beneath a soaking wet teenager that had both my arms now pinned above my head as he straddled my hips, making the bottom half of my body wet. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look at Harry while he hovered above me, his angered face only inches above mine. I could hear his loud breathes above my slowly quieting screams, but I couldn’t smell his usual mint breath. All I could smell was the overwhelming scent of fish, which is from the water.

“You pushed me into the water,” Harry growled, his lips vibrating my jawline as he slowly trailed his lips down to the curve of my neck. “That wasn’t very nice,” he added, his teeth nipping at my skin. All the fear evaporated from my body and I could feel myself giving into him, my traitorous body leaning into his touch.

He placed a gentle kiss on the crook of my neck, then drug his lips up my soft skin and placed another kiss on my pulse point. A soft moan escaped past my lips, and I could feel Harry’s hands tightening their grip on my wrists at the noise. He pushed himself down harder on my hips, my cock coming in line with his ass. “I-I’m sorry,” I whimpered, knowing if I didn’t at least try to apologize this would be drug out longer and I would possibly lose my mind.

“Mmm, see. I don’t think you mean that,” A flick of his tongue over my pulse point and I felt myself grow hard, my erection wedging between his ass cheeks. We both let out an incoherent noise, and my tiny hands fisted into balls. Harry pushed his ass back on my dick, then he let go of me and stood up.

I panted heavily and opened my eyes, expecting to see Harry hovering above me but he was nowhere near me. I blinked a few times and inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled it. What the hell was that? He was going to give me a bloody hard on and just leave me alone without saying a single word?

To keep myself from focusing on the pleasure that was coursing through my burning body, I bit the inside of my lip and set up, the movement causing my boner to rub uncomfortably against the skinny jeans. I situated myself the best that I could and looked behind my shoulder when I hear someone's feet crunching across the grass.

“Oh no,” I moaned, quickly standing to my feet. Harry stood behind me, a big white bucket in his hand that was full to the brim with water that sparkled in the sunlight. He was now only in his black boxers, his wet clothes being discarded on the other side of the porch.

“You have one minute to strip from your clothes and get rid of anything you don’t want ruined before I throw this on you,” Harry said, the muscles in his bicep flexing when he hefted the bucket up a little.

I gulped loudly and looked up at him, my eyes threatening to peek just a little lower. But I knew if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to rip my gaze away from him and I would be standing there like a fool. When my eyes locked with his, and I seen the humor dancing in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t kidding.

Deciding against running away again, I quickly stripped from my skinny jeans and t-shirt, my dick no longer standing up and proud. I threw them off to the side, then tugged my socks off and turned to face Harry. I wrapped my arms around my waist and stared directly at him, my thin lips tugging into a smile.

“I don’t think you have the bal…” I was cut off when it felt like needles began to pierce my skin and water was filling my lungs. I coughed loudly and hunched over, trying to get rid of the water that was burning my lungs and denying me the chance to breath.

When I managed to catch my breath, I wasn’t even worried about the fact that my skin felt like hundreds of needles repeatedly stabbed me. All I was really focused on was the green hose I seen a few feet away from us, the hose just being visible between Harry’s legs. “Asshole,” I stuttered, my chin shivering as I took a step towards him.

Harry dropped the bucket down by his feet and grinned at me, showing off his pearly white teeth. I glared at him, though it was more of a pout, and the moment I seen his foot move even a fraction of an inch forward, I side stepped him quickly and lurched behind him, wrapping my small hand around the hose.

I felt relief wash through my body when I seen the steady stream of cool water coming out of the hose. Without thinking much, I whirled around and placed my thumb over the tip of the hose, watching as the stream of water turned into two. Almost instantly Harry was being soaked once again, the cool water pelting against his chest and face.

I giggled loudly at the profanities he yelled at me. This was fun. So fun that I wasn’t really even worried about the fact that I was almost naked outside, where anybody could see me. A squeal escaped past my lips when Harry took a step forward, but lost his balance on the slick grass and slipped. It seemed like everything was happening in slow motion as Harry’s legs began to fly upwards while he was flying backwards, his arms frantically grasping at the water in hopes it would help him.

The moment he landed on his ass, I dropped the hose and took off towards the door. I knew I wouldn’t make it far, but it was at least an attempt. At the exact moment that thought ran through my head, water began to pelt against my back. “PUSSY!” Harry yelled, and I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to face Harry.

“Oh, now you’ve done it,” with that said, one of my feet slowly moved in front of me before I began to run towards Harry, my tiny fists flailing around me because I thought I would look tough.

Harry’s POV:

I laid on my back on a patch of dry grass, my eyes closed as I soaked in the warm sun. I could feel Louis’ small foot poking against my side, his cold toes feeling like icicles. My arms were folded underneath my head and my legs were crossed over one another, my own toes brushing against the empty bottle of soap.

“Is your mom really mad?” I heard a quiet voice ask from beside me. I peeked my eye open and looked over at him, seeing he was sitting up, his head tilted down as he plucked grass from the lawn and made a small pile between his outstretched legs.

“No,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. I found it adorable that he was honestly scared about how my mom reacted when she came outside and seen me and Louis spraying each other, one with soap and the other with water.

I was the one spraying him with soap, because he had managed to get the hose back from me after I called him a pussy. He was, oddly enough, a strong little shit who was extremely mean when he wanted to be. I can’t exactly remember how he got the hose, but I think I dropped it and let him have it after I seen nothing but a blur of wet chestnut hair before I felt something biting the side of my thigh, which just so happened to be Louis.

“But, she like, yelled at you,” he mumbled quietly. I held back the laughter that bubbled up my throat because honestly? That’s all she ever does when she communicates with me.

I stayed quiet for a second though and just listened to the quiet crunching noises as Louis pulled the grass from their roots, a few of them snapping in half before he even managed to pull up to roots. “She isn’t mad, I promise,”

“She is too. We not only got her backyard soapy,” Louis paused and I watched as he looked around the backyard and cringed, “But we also wasted an entire bottle of soap!” His eyes widened at his own sentence, like what he had said was all new information to him.

I rolled my eyes and huffed as I pushed myself up a little, putting my arms behind me so I could lean back on them. “I’ll buy her a new bottle,”

“But..”

“No but’s. I will buy her a new bottle.” I eyed him, my face neutral. He huffed after only a few seconds and nodded slowly. A little bit of defiance shimmered in his eyes, but I knew that he knew what I said is what was going to go.

“Now come here, you’re cold,” I laid back down and opened up my arms, inviting him to lay beside me. His eyes widened and he watched me in disbelief for a few minutes before he slowly began to crawl towards me. “Come here, I won’t bit,” I growled playfully, my hand gripping his forearm so I could tug him forward.

Half of his body fell on mine, but he quickly scooted down so the front of his body was pressing against the side of mine and his head was resting on the crook of my shoulder. “There,” I said quietly, smiling happily at how perfectly his body fit next to mine. I lifted up his arm that I still had ahold of and draped it across my torso, showing him what he was supposed to do.

His breath was warm against my skin, and I felt my entire body lit on fire when I felt his body relax and scoot further into mine as he searched for heat. “Thanks,” he mumbled when he got comfortable. I shrugged my shoulders, his head moving a little, but didn’t say anything.

I ignored how his wet hair itched my bare skin, and how his cold fingers were digging into my side. I held completely still because if me being slightly uncomfortable means I am able to feel his body pressed against mine, then so be it. I would do whatever it takes to be able to lay beside him like this, both of us relaxed as our hearts fall into sink.

We laid still for a while, my eyes searching the bright sky that had white clouds covering it, only a few blue patches being visible. I sighed quietly and turned my head to look down at Louis, my arm tightening around his body when I seen he was half asleep. “Harry?” he mumbled quietly, his lips barely moving.

“Yeah?” I asked, my thumb slowly starting to draw circles into his back.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing faltered, that four worded question not only shocking me, but making my body light and fuzzy. I quickly composed myself, not wanting him to think that us dating had never crossed my mind, because it had. I have thought about dating him more than once, but every single time I imagine it, our relationship always ends badly.

“Thought I already was,” I lied easily, the words flowing out of my mouth without even a slight stutter of hesitation. I stared straight into his eyes, my head beginning the spin the longer I drank in his features. It felt like I had just chugged an entire body of alcohol, and I don’t know if it’s from the way he is staring at me, or the worry of me not being good enough to fix this broken boy.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he squealed. I smiled at him and watched in amusement as he quickly scrambled to his knees, then threw his short leg over my body and pulled himself up so he was straddling me. I didn’t know what he was going to do, so imagine my shock when he began to place kisses across my face and underneath my jaw, his lips slowly trailing down to my neck where he placed one single kiss on my adam's apple before he pecked my nose and moved back so he was staring at me with those damn eyes that sparkled like a childs did on Christmas morning.

“You’re my boyfriend!” He shrieked, his hands balling into small fists on my chest. My stomach began to flop and my heart began to spaz when I realized that something as simple as me dating him would make him this happy. I didn’t understand what was so special about me, why he would choose me. I was, after all, just me. But I didn’t ask him, because I feared if I did, he would realize he was too good for a piece of shit like me, and he would leave me without a second thought.

“Wait,” I looked up at him, and everything in the world stopped when I seen how hurt and confused he was. His eyes were no longer sparkling, a smile was no longer taking up half of his face, and the crinkles by his eyes, that I have grown to love so much, were no longer there. And since those weren’t there, neither was the birds that were once chirping in the distance, or the small squirrel that was once running along the highest branch on one of the trees, or the yellow and black butterfly that had flew past Louis’ head just a few seconds ago. Nothing was here anymore. It was like the moment Louis stopped being happy, the world did too.

“What?” I asked him, worry settling in my chest when he tried to stand up from my lap. He began to shake his head no, as he tried to stand to his feet, and my panic grew more. In one swift move, I was sitting up and my arms were wrapped around his back, holding him in place and allowing him only an inch of space between our chests.

“What’s wrong?” I growled, my arms constricting around his squirming body. His eyes were darting to everything but me, like he didn’t want to look at me. Freeing one arm from around his back, I grasped his chin and forced his head to the right, so he was facing me and his only choice was to look at me. His eyes locked with mine and he whimpered quietly before he closed his eyes tightly, confirming my thought that he didn’t want to look at me, which hurt a lot more than it should.

“Would you talk…” I was cut off when he buried his head in my chest, his nose pressing into the crook of my armpit.

“I-I don’t want to get hurt,” he whispered, sounding as broken as he had looked a few seconds prior.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“That’s what everyone says.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not everyone. I am here to stay, and I promise you that as long as you are my boyfriend, I will never hurt you,” The promise, while it was a good one, was one I could never keep. I always hurt to people I cared about, rather it was intentional or not. It was like a curse I had, and it never seemed to fail.

Louis wiped his nose against my bare chest and set back, which I allowed him to do. He tilted his head to the side and just stared at me with his round eyes. “Promise?” he asked, and like he wanted my damn heart to explode in my chest, he lifted up his little hand and stuck out his pinky.

I didn’t have to think twice before I was hooking my much longer pinky with his. “I promise,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on him as I bent down and kissed the back of his hand gently. Just as he was about to pull his pinky back, I tightened mine around his and kissed our locked fingers. “That kiss is to seal the deal,” I said, grinning when he rolled his now glossy eyes.

I laughed and let go of his finger, then carefully cupped his cheek. “Now, Louis Tomlinson, I demand a kiss,” I kept my eyes opened but puckered my lips. A blush rose to his cheeks but the moment he closed his eyes and leaned forward, I closed my eyes too and held my breath in anticipation.

Never seeming to fail, lights exploded behind my eyelids and my lips began to burn when he very lightly placed his lips on mine. I moved my hand around so it was cupping to back of his head, and pushed his face forward a little so our kiss was deepened. I moved my lips for a second, but froze when I felt him be the one to run his tongue across my bottom lip.

I didn’t hesitate before I opened my mouth and granted him access, humming at the faint flavor of strawberries that lingered on his tongue. His tongue moved timidly against mine for a second, and when I began to move mine as well, he moaned against my lips and scooted the bottom half of his body forward, making it so his little erection was pressing against the bottom of my stomach.

I internally growled at the feeling, and I imagined how it would feel to have his cock in my mouth as I gave him a blow job. I smirked when I realized I actually could do that and he probably wouldn’t stop me, if I got him wanting it enough. I pushed his tongue back into his mouth with my own, then clasped my lips around his bottom lip and tugged.

He let out a guttural groan and I could all but imagine his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. I smiled a little and, while my teeth were tugging on his bottom lip, I trailed my hand down his back and slipped my fingers past the elastic band of his underwear. “Y-Your mom,” I hear him moan, but instead of swatting my hand like any person would when there was a chance of them getting caught so easily, he pressed his ass back into my hand and moaned.

Rolling my eyes, I began to knead his ass, my own dick growing hard at how soft it was, and how perfectly it fit into my hand. I was so lost in how good this felt that I didn’t realize it was Louis who was on top, and how wrong that was. So, with one swift but careful movement, I flipped Louis over and positioned myself between his spread legs.

I scooted up onto my knees and connected my lips to his neck, sucking and licking over a small patch of skin before I moved to the next. He moaned beneath me, his body turning into a writhing mess and I had yet to touch his penis, though I could feel it pressing against my leg. I was waiting for him to make a move, but then I remembered I was in control and I could do whatever I wanted to.

I grasped one of his ankles and lifted it up so it was wrapped around my waist, and he got to hint and lifted the other one. I moved my hand down to his ass and lifted him up a little, a moan lodging itself in my throat when our penises rubbed against each other. I repeated the action once again, and because there was only a thin layer of clothing that was between up, I could feel each and every vein that was sticking out of his dick.

Not caring if anyone could hear or see us, I repeated that action and over again, savoring each small noise he made. I tried to keep quiet, but when a few moans slipped past my lips that were lightly resting against his neck, I bit down on his neck softly and began to suck harshly, my tongue running over the skin that would no doubt be a dark purple color by the time I got done.

Pleasure exploded in my stomach and began to grow hotter the more I grinded against him. Soon, my entire body was shaking above his and I felt as I grew closer and closer to what would be the most mind-fucking orgasm. I wanted to stop, to be able to wrap my lips around him, but my limbs were locked in place, denying me what I so badly wanted.

“Harry.. Fuck… mmmm” Louis tried to speak, but a sudden thrust forward had his head tipping back and his lips parting. I sucked harder, trying to keep myself from speaking the dirty words that began to clutter in my mind, because I had no idea if he would like it, but the next thing I knew hands were fisting in my hair and tugging at it. I had expected sharp pains to shoot throughout my scalp and down my body, but to my utter surprise, something exploded behind my eyelids and a tingly feeling shot throughout my body and ceased in the head of my leaking penis.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned loudly, my glistening plump, red lips falling open in an ‘o’ shape. “You’re mine,” I suddenly growled, my hand pushing Louis’ ass up more so I got more friction. “All mine. Nobody else can fuck you on their lawn. I am the only one that is ever allowed to touch you, you’re my kitten.” The cute nickname just slipped out of my mouth, and I don’t think I noticed it until Louis gasped loudly and his body began to shake.

“‘M close,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His legs tightened around my waist and he harshly rubbed his penis against mine, then bit down on my neck and almost inaudible scream as his entire body erupted in full body shakes and his penis began to shoot stream after stream of hot, white liquid up his torso, the tip of his dick somehow managing to escape past the elastic band of his boxers.

That was all it took for me before I felt myself giving in as well, my penis throbbing painfully before I just gave in completely and let my own mind go blank. My vision turned white and my entire body felt like it was on fire, but my mind was fuzzy and I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I couldn’t feel anything, or hear anything, other than my heartbeat that was pounding in my chest, and the pleasure that was coursing through my veins…..

(Time skip)

Louis’ POV:

I hopped, yes hopped, down my steps and practically skipped to Harry’s car. When I seen that heartwarming smile he always gave me in the mornings when he opened my door, my stomach erupted in butterflies and a blush rose to my cheeks. I bit my bottom lip and slipped into my seat, then closed the door behind me and set my backpack on the floor.

“Hi,” I giggled quietly, tugging my hoodie up a little to try and cover the three large hickies that covered the side of my neck. When I had first seen them, I was a little upset but then the nickname Harry called me began to play in my head, and I remembered the way it felt to have his lips on my neck, and the anger quickly vanished and I haven’t felt it again.

“Hello,” Harry said smoothly, his hand instantly reaching for mine. I let him take it, and we both laced our fingers together then let out conjoined hands rest on the top of my thigh.

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and seen he was staring at me, but I didn’t acknowledge him. “Ready?” I asked, squeezing his hand softly before I finally looked at him.

“And where’s your hickeys?”

“I covered them up.”

“Why?”

I shrugged and tugged my hoodie up a little further, now a little self conscious. “Because I always wear my hoodie,” I whispered, ripping my gaze away from him. I glanced out the window, then was about to unlace our fingers when Harry lifted them up and placed a kiss on the back of my hand, then began to drive the car.

“So, how’d you sleep last night?” Harry asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

“Good,” I said, pursing my lips and nodding. I had expected him to ask me that question, considering I had spent the night at his house the entire weekend, but I didn’t want to tell him the truth. I didn’t want to tell him I stayed up half the night with his shirt hugged to my face as I inhaled the light scent of his cologne that still lingered on it. And that I had trouble falling asleep because it felt weird not sleeping in his arms, though on Friday night it had felt weird sleeping in his arms.

“I slept like shit,” he admitted, knocking me back a step. I turned to look at him, my eyes wide.

“You what?” I asked, but the longer I stared at him, I realized he wasn’t lying. His eyes were slightly droopy, dark -and very prominent bags, were under his eyes and he just looked extremely tired.

“I slept like shit,” he repeated, his words a little slower because he was an asshole and was making it seem like I was too slow to catch what he was saying.

I leaned forward and swatted his chest with my free hand, then set back in my seat and huffed quietly. “I knew what you meant, I was just surprised.”

“Why?”

“Because you just said you didn’t sleep well because I wasn’t there.”

“No I didn’t.”

I thought back to what Harry said and realized that he never once said me not being there was why he slept like shit. “Ohh,” I groaned, facepalming myself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t assume things.” Embarrassment began to uncoil in my chest and spread down to my stomach. Why had I done that? Could I be anymore self conceited?

“Shut up, I’m kidding,” he ran his thumb across the back of my hand, then returned to driving. I didn’t say anything, because I was too embarrassed to, but Harry was probably used to it. I hated talking, and I was hoping he caught onto that.

A few short seconds later we were pulling into the parking lot to the school, and the moment the car was shut off, Harry jumped out of his car and walked around to my side to open the door for me. I grinned up at him and took his hand, then grabbed my bag and climbed out of the car. Harry kept ahold of my hand, and used his other hand to close my door, lock the car, then grab his bag off of the top of the car.

“Let’s go,” he said, already walking forward and dragging me behind him.

I quickened up my pace, almost matching his, and stayed looking at the ground, even when we entered the school. I trusted Harry enough to lead me to my class, which he knew was Health. I squoze his hand tightly when someone brushed past my shoulder, and that was all it took before Harry pulled me against his side and let go of my hand just to wrap his arm around my shoulder.

I nuzzled into his warmth, feeling completely content in his protective hold. I could feel people's gaze on me, but I kept my head resting against against Harry’s side and my eyes on the floor. I imagined I looked ridiculously small standing next him, half of my body practically being hidden by him, but I could care less.

Out of curiosity, I glanced up and couldn’t stop from giggling when I seen how shocked everyone looked, and how a few girls looked absolutely pissed off. “They aren’t happy you’re dating the school’s outcast,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Harry glared down at me, but the look melted away and he began to laugh.

“They’re just jealous cause I get..” Harry paused, smirked, tugged me forward and yelled “This ass,” as his hand collided with my right bum cheek. I lurched forward a little, but Harry’s hand around my arm saved me from falling. I blushed darkly and looked around at the sea of faces, seeing they were all gawking at us.

“Mind your own buisness, fuck faces,” Harry said and pulled me back so I was standing beside him once again, but was no longer buried in his side.

My bum stung a little, but I had to admit I liked the feeling of being… spanked. It was exhilarating, especially since it was in front of a ton of people. But I wouldn’t tell him this, because I needed him to think I was mad, but it was mostly because I was embarrassed enough with just myself knowing I liked the feeling of being spanked.

“Harry,” I hissed, trying to hide my face in his chest but he wasn’t allowing me to.

“What? Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he smirked once again, then let go of me completely and gave me a little nudge forward. I was about to protest until I seen the familiar door that belonged to my first period.

“This isn’t over,” I whispered harshly to him. I glared at him, then turned around and walked into the classroom, ignoring all the curious looks I got from people. I set down in my seat in the back of the classroom and crossed my legs over one another, just now realizing my semi hard.. Willy.

The bell rang shortly after and class begun. I tried paying attention to what was going on throughout the period, but all my damned mind would let me focus on was my weekend I had spent with Harry. There was a lot of firsts that had went on during the short period I was at his house, but I honestly wouldn’t change it. It was one of the best weekends of my life.

The next four periods I went to seemed to fly by, and that was probably because I finished the worksheet we got at the beginning of class in five minutes, so I was left with my own thoughts the rest of the class. I mostly daydreamed, and god knows that when your mind is relaxed like that and you start dreaming of impossible scenarios, time slips by.

I gathered up my things and walked out of my fifth period class, taking the usual route I took everyday to get to Jen’s room.  I was surprised when I turned down the hallway that lead to her classroom and seen that it was empty, and there wasn’t any sign of student’s having been here at all today.

I bit my lip nervously and walked towards her classroom, breathing a sigh of relief when I seen her door was opened and the light was on. I scurried into her room and smiled when I spotted her at her desk, but she was facing away from the computer and was hunched up as she packed things into a large red bag.

“Hello,” I said, setting my bookbag down on the table closest to the door.

“Wouldn’t get comfy, love. I have to go to a meeting, then clean out this student’s locker.” She sighed, her hand resting on her forehead before she groaned and stood up, hefting the large back up onto her shoulder.

“I could clean the locker out for you? So you don’t have to worry about that too?” I offered, making it seem like I was helping her when she was really helping me. I couldn’t survive a day out in the hallways with other students during lunch.

“Are you sure? I..”

“I’m positive. I’ll grab the keychain from behind the door and lock the door after you leave,” I said, knowing she had an extra key for her room on her personal keychain. She smiled gratefully at me, handed me a sticky note with the locker number on it, and told me to set the stuff that’s in the locker in the locker on her desk and to make sure the door is locked.

I watched her leave, then grabbed the keys from behind the door and my stuff before I closed the door behind me. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and walked through the quiet hallways, my eyes roaming over the locker numbers. When I finally stepped in front of the locker I was supposed to clean out, I set my backpack on the floor and glanced around me to make sure I was alone.

The hallway was clear and eerily quiet, but I just shrugged it off and stuck the key in the keyhole on the locker and twisted it. I took a step back and swung the door open, my eyebrows furrowing when I seen there was nothing in the locker but a jacket and a notebook. I scratched my head and shook my head, then grabbed the notebook and jacket and closed the locker.

I slung the jacket over my arm, held the notebook against my chest, and picked up my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. My hoodie slipped down a little and made my hickies visible, but there was nobody in the hallways with me so I wasn’t too worried.

I began to hum quietly to myself and turned around to walk back the way I came, but the door at the end of the hallway was locked meaning I had to walk back down the hallway and turn left. There was no doors in that hallway, but there may be some students because that wasn’t one of the hallways that were closed off during lunch.

I bit my lip and began to walk down that way, still not bothering to fix my hoodie. My footsteps were the only noise in the hallway the entire time I walked down the hallway, but just as I was about to turn left, I heard someone's shoes screeching across the tile as they came to an abrupt halt.

I didn’t think too much of it, figuring it was a student coming to get their lunch, but I soon regretted not just waiting by the door for the bell to ring so the doors would open. Standing only a few feet away from me was Seth. He was standing in front of his locker, half of his body only being visible to me as he rummaged through his locker.

I gulped loudly and went to take a step backwards, but my shoe someone managed to make a little screeching noise and his head snapped in my direction. He smiled a dark, sinister smile at me and slammed his locker shut.

“Well, nice to see you without your little protection dog,” he said, taking a step towards me.

My flight or fight mode kicked in when he took another step towards me, but no matter how badly I wanted to run, I couldn’t. I was frozen on the spot.

“What? No hello?” he asked, his smile twisting into a grin that had my stomach  churning uncomfortably. “Straight to the point, then?” he asked, his grin falling before he lurched at me, my back slamming against the lockers.

“Leave me alone, please,” I whimpered, trying to wiggle free from his hold so I could move away from the metal part of the locker that was digging into my back.

“Can’t do that. It’s been far too long,” his grin returned, but this time his eyes twinkled with something dark that I couldn’t even decipher, but the look was almost enough for me to scream out for Harry.

“Now it’s time to have fun,” he growled before his fist was connecting with my stomach and knocking all the breath out of my lungs, making me gasp for breath.