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The teacher-ON HOLD!-

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Cat's pov

Reece closes the door behind him, I back to the corner of the room, "aww.. Cat, don't be scared of me." He challenges.

i sprint under the bed.
"You're not playing fair. Come here my kitty kitty."
My breathing thickens and I see his black converses stop a few inches from me. I stop my breath.

"Ready or not, here I come." He kneels down and before I know it a grip is tight on my hair, pulling me up then pushing me down with a loud bang, so loud it could be heard from outside.

"please!" I cry, but his smile only chills my spine.
"just like old times." He chuckles, sliding his hand to my arms and pulling me to the bed, "Reece! Reece, please, y-you don't have to do this. I'll do what ever you want. Just don't-please." He considers it, looking at me with a certain interest.

"Fine." He says, taking my place from under him while resting me on his waist.

Harry please forgive me

I lean into Reece's neck, shaking and cursing myself as I kiss his skin, moving my way down. My throat heavy as I try not to sob at a audible volume. I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up.
He moans, grinding his hips to mine. I want to cry, I want to slap him and run off to Harry. Where ever the hell he is...
Is he even looking for me?
Does he know?
Or even care?

Reece grabs my hair, "harder." I roll on his hips, feeling the effect on my waist.

I clutch my eyes, forcing back the tears.

Suddenly I hear the squeal of rubber against the street and stop. I peek to the window and leap to it, holding the frame with one hand to keep balance and covering my mouth with the other.

"CAT! CAT!"

i jump, tapping the glasses with my opened hand, seeing the car swing in Harry's direction.
"HARRY!"
he glances to me, overjoyed.

"CA-"

Harry's pov

I stomp along the dingy, vine covered houses, look for any sign of Cat.

"Hey!" A mans voice shouts, Louis responds before I can get anything out, "hello, there. I was wondering if you know were Reece is?" He says, pushing me slightly back with his hand.
The guy, about 19, drunk off his ass, smiles, "and who's wanting to know?" He slurs, taking another swig of vodka.

Louis grabs him by his collar, his calm demeanor morphed into rage. "Where. The. Hell. Is. Reece." He says through gritted teeth.
"Third house on the right." The man says, looking away.

before I know it I'm running.

Louis is is behind me shouting.

Third house on the right.

"CAT! CAT!"

Third house on the right.

a BANG from a nearby house.

Third house on the right.

I run until I'm in the middle of the street. A sound of heavy tires, screeching.

Third house on the- "HARRY!"

Cat? "CA-"