The Smut List
Walls (Part 1)
As a claustrophobe, walls are very frightening; enclosed walls are even more so. But the worst kinds of walls are the ones that are invisible, the ones that are built over a long period of time, usually caused by bad timing and unusual circumstances. In my circumstance, this wall is called “the friendzone”. There’s a lot of myths about the friendzone, whether it’s real or not, what is considered a real friendzoning, but I can tell you that nothing is more of a good friendzone than falling in love with your best friend, who so happens to live with you.
At first, the idea of moving in together was brilliant. My family was barely able to hold together and Harry’s just wanted him to be a grown up for once. Our apartment was nuzzled into the heart of the city, a place strong enough to hold out the sound but close enough to take it all in. Living together was probably something we plotted when we were ten but neither of us thought it would come true. Neither of us also thought about the hard work we would have to endure. We both had jobs and schooling, which always conflicted with each other. When one of us had lunch, the other was in class. When one of us had a week off, the other was studying for tests. So when we figured out we would both have a whole weekend free, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to really be friends rather than just roommates.
“What do you want to do tonight, (Y/N)?” Harry’s voice echoed from the bathroom. I was in my room, looking into the mirror at the new dress I bought that clung to my skin. “I was thinking of going to the club!” I yell back, thinking that turning towards the open door would make my voice clearer. Footsteps come my way from the other side of the wall and my best friend appears. His eyebrows raise in surprised before looking at me from down to up. His shoulder leans against the frame of the door with his arms now crossed to keep him balance. “Really? Our first time here to hang out and you want to go clubbing?” He shakes his head, “Did Miranda put you up to this?” I roll my eyes and look back at my reflection. “Maybe, Haz, but she’s kind enough to invite me to things.”
“Hey,” He walked up to me with a steer look, “I would have invited you to that dinner party last week but you would have cockblocked me the entire night.” I chuckle as I pulled the dress lower to make it touch my knees. “Tsk. Tsk.” Harry shook his head, “if you do that, you’d show off your tits and we both know that your ass is the best part of your body.” The comment made my face flush, things like this gave the impression that Harry was interested, which he denies to this day. “Uh, I’ll go get ready then.” Harry said before exiting the room.
When we got to the club, we could hear the music blasting. The floor was shaking in terror of what was going to occur tonight. When we got into the club, Harry’s lips brushed my ear as he said loudly, “I’m gonna find some girl to fuck, text me when you’re done.” I grin before seeing his silhouette on the dance floor, already attracting attention from the platinum blonde.
“Hey girly,” A familiar voice came from behind, “I see you brought your boyfriend to the girls night.” I turn around to find the black haired woman. I laugh it off as I hugged her. “C’mon gorgeous, let’s show that chump of yours up!” Miranda latched her hand onto mine and pulled me into the crowd. We stood in the middle as we moved our hips to the rhythm slowly before getting into the song. In complete honesty, I sucked at dancing but apparently I was doing well enough that a large set of hands found their way to my waist before the song was done. His hands yanked me into him and the sound of his voice found his way to my ear, “Yeah baby, keep dancing for me.”
Instantly, I pulled away, turning around to see the culprit. His dirty grin was the only thing I saw when suddenly he was spun around and hit in the face. I pull back while Miranda started to cheer. Everything went so fast the only thing I could register was the dirty man hitting back. “C’mon Styles! You can do better than that!” Miranda cheered as I realized that Harry was the one one on the floor now being pummeled to bits. Harry was back up on his feet, ready to kill the guy, before I pulled him back. “Don’t you try to stop me, (Y/N)” He huffed, “I’m just trying to kill this guy.”
At first, the idea of moving in together was brilliant. My family was barely able to hold together and Harry’s just wanted him to be a grown up for once. Our apartment was nuzzled into the heart of the city, a place strong enough to hold out the sound but close enough to take it all in. Living together was probably something we plotted when we were ten but neither of us thought it would come true. Neither of us also thought about the hard work we would have to endure. We both had jobs and schooling, which always conflicted with each other. When one of us had lunch, the other was in class. When one of us had a week off, the other was studying for tests. So when we figured out we would both have a whole weekend free, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to really be friends rather than just roommates.
“What do you want to do tonight, (Y/N)?” Harry’s voice echoed from the bathroom. I was in my room, looking into the mirror at the new dress I bought that clung to my skin. “I was thinking of going to the club!” I yell back, thinking that turning towards the open door would make my voice clearer. Footsteps come my way from the other side of the wall and my best friend appears. His eyebrows raise in surprised before looking at me from down to up. His shoulder leans against the frame of the door with his arms now crossed to keep him balance. “Really? Our first time here to hang out and you want to go clubbing?” He shakes his head, “Did Miranda put you up to this?” I roll my eyes and look back at my reflection. “Maybe, Haz, but she’s kind enough to invite me to things.”
“Hey,” He walked up to me with a steer look, “I would have invited you to that dinner party last week but you would have cockblocked me the entire night.” I chuckle as I pulled the dress lower to make it touch my knees. “Tsk. Tsk.” Harry shook his head, “if you do that, you’d show off your tits and we both know that your ass is the best part of your body.” The comment made my face flush, things like this gave the impression that Harry was interested, which he denies to this day. “Uh, I’ll go get ready then.” Harry said before exiting the room.
When we got to the club, we could hear the music blasting. The floor was shaking in terror of what was going to occur tonight. When we got into the club, Harry’s lips brushed my ear as he said loudly, “I’m gonna find some girl to fuck, text me when you’re done.” I grin before seeing his silhouette on the dance floor, already attracting attention from the platinum blonde.
“Hey girly,” A familiar voice came from behind, “I see you brought your boyfriend to the girls night.” I turn around to find the black haired woman. I laugh it off as I hugged her. “C’mon gorgeous, let’s show that chump of yours up!” Miranda latched her hand onto mine and pulled me into the crowd. We stood in the middle as we moved our hips to the rhythm slowly before getting into the song. In complete honesty, I sucked at dancing but apparently I was doing well enough that a large set of hands found their way to my waist before the song was done. His hands yanked me into him and the sound of his voice found his way to my ear, “Yeah baby, keep dancing for me.”
Instantly, I pulled away, turning around to see the culprit. His dirty grin was the only thing I saw when suddenly he was spun around and hit in the face. I pull back while Miranda started to cheer. Everything went so fast the only thing I could register was the dirty man hitting back. “C’mon Styles! You can do better than that!” Miranda cheered as I realized that Harry was the one one on the floor now being pummeled to bits. Harry was back up on his feet, ready to kill the guy, before I pulled him back. “Don’t you try to stop me, (Y/N)” He huffed, “I’m just trying to kill this guy.”
Notes
This is part one825 words
9/22/13