The Cherry Game

~ Harry's POV ~
*One Week Later*

One week. Seven days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. One whole fucking week of just friends with Samantha. She's killing me. I'm not even shitting with you. Every time I see her it's painful. I can't touch her, or kiss her, I can't play with her hair, or hold her the way I usually do. It's one of the hardest things I've ever gone through. It seems that whenever we are together she tires to get me hard. For example; on Monday I came a few minutes early and she still had a towel wrapped around her naked body. Her hair was dripping with water and her skin was still damp from her shower...I nearly choked on air as she stood all innocent in front of me. She has no fucking idea. Then, after school on Wednesday I walked to her house, and she was wearing some sporty, booty shorts and a sports bra. A fucking sports bra! She had just finished a run, and her body was literally glistening with sweat as her chest heaved up and down in attempt to catch her breath. I had to push down the dirty images, and lustful thoughts in order to concentrate. I'm not even going to get started on the way those leggings clung to her legs perfectly...showing off every perfect curve she has and it was almost like she was teasing me. Fuck. I can't imagine the way she would look under me as I pounded into her endlessly.

This is why I'm currently sitting at a bar getting piss drunk. Because I day dream about fucking a virgin who I most likely scared for life. Fuck me for that. I was on my fifth drink, and at this point I can't even identifying the liquid. My head is already swarming and my cheeks are warm from the extreme buzz I'm experiencing for the third time this week.

I kept my eyes and focus on the ice in my cup as I swirled it around and they clinked relentlessly against one another. I was currently the only one in this rundown bar until I heard the door open and close. I took my eyes away from my glass and they landed on a promiscuous brunette who was currently taking the stool next to me and asking the bar tender for some type of drink. I couldn't quite make out the words but they sounded good coming out of those lips that were coated in a thick layer of red lipstick. She looked at me and smiled.

"Hi." She said and I nodded in acknowledgment. I raked my eyes up and down her body and a devious smile turned my lips up. She wore stonewashed skinny jeans, and a low cut gray crop top that showed half her flat stomach. She was no where near as pretty as my Sammy but she was undoubtedly hot.

"Like what you see?" She smirked and I looked back up to meet her gaze.

"Maybe. What's your name?" I asked and she sipped her drink carefully and slowly making sure or take her time.

"Kendall. And yours?" She asked and I took a fast gulp of my alcohol, finishing off my glass.

"Harry. What are you doing in a place like this?" I questioned and she smiled.

"They have cheaper alcohol...but it does the same amount of damage, so why not?" She shrugged and I couldn't agree with her more.

"Yeah, why not?" I said and she slowly checked me out, being sure not to miss a single part of my body. I smirked at her.

"Like what you see?" I repeated and she smiled.

"Maybe." Kendall responded and I took notice of her hair and eyes. Neither of the things compliment one another. Her brown hair is boring unlike Samantha's. Sammy's is the most golden-chocolate luscious hair you could ever picture, it's literally one for the magazines. Kendall's eyes are a bland, almost mud, color and they make you shift in your seat...they're unsettling. Not a thing to Samantha's hazel eyes. Her eyes are happy, and welcoming...they are the prettiest color you have ever seen and you just get lost in them sometimes. They give you life.

Why am I here again?

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"Well, I better get back to the house..." Kendall said and started to get up from her seat. It's 1:30 in the morning and we spent the last two hours talking and laughing at one another.

"Oh." I said and took another sip of my liquor.

"Would you...like to come back to my place?" She questioned and brought her lip between her perfectly white teeth.

"I really shouldn't." I said and she nodded in understanding.

"Oh.." She said and I looked up to meet her gaze.

"I'll walk you to your car though." I said and she smiled brightly. I payed the forty pounds that I owed the bar tender, and payed for Kendall's too. We both walked out of the bar, well...more stumbled. She unlocked her car and opened the back seat before climbing in. Oh. I followed her actions and locked all the door behind me. She forced her lips to mine and a I cringed, but kissed back. She tasted like strawberries....and cosmetics. Fucking lipstick. I pulled away before she could put her tongue in my mouth, that would be god awful.

"Do you have a condom?" She asked and I nodded before taking out my wallet and retrieving the foil packet. We both began to remove our clothes from our bodies, but I decided to keep my shirt on, we don't have time for that shit. When I looked up she was taking off her grey top. I rolled my eyes. She noticed my impatience and then she laid back on the leather seat. I had to stroke my length more times than one to be able to slide on the damn condom. So far, this isn't going well.

I positioned myself on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Before I could have a second thought, I slammed into her, she let out a high pitched whimper and I winced. This'll be uncomfortably long.

"Fuck...you're tight." I groaned. I would be lying if I said she didn't feel good. Because fuck, she does. She let out a loud moan and her hands roamed inside my shirt and to my back. I shuddered at the intimate gesture. I don't like the way she feel on my skin...but the relief. Holy shit.

She dragged her fake nails down my back, sure to leave a mark that I would regret tomorrow. Pants and moans filled the back of her too-big, too-expensive car. My thrusts were quickening and becoming deeper. I just want this to be over. I made sure to fill her completely with ever thrust.

"O-oh my god! Yes, right there Harry!" She moaned and gasped for air as I fucked her senseless. Her eyes screwed shut and I found myself thankful that she would no longer be looking at me. Her chest heaved, mouth hung open, hips moved in sync with mine...I've never been this uncomfortable. Ever.

"I'm close." I said, but it came out more a groan. She nodded and I felt her walls tighten around my member. Soon enough, thank the lords, I released my load into the condom and she had to remove her hands from my back to be able to muffle her screams, and profanities. I pulled out of her, peeled off he condom, then placed it back in the packet it came in. I do not want to be any contact with her again.

"That was..." She trailed off, still out of breath. Once again, I rolled my eyes.

"Mhm." I responded. After I put my clothes back on, I stepped out of the car and slammed it behind me
leaving Kendall a panting, naked mess in the back of her car.

Now, how the hell do I go plain this to Samantha?!

Notes

dirteh chapta for yah;)

HOW COULD YOU HARRY?! SAMANTHA WILL BE CRUSHED!

btdubs I hate Kendall Jenner with every fiber of my being. Like, I wouldn't be upset if she was hit by a semi-truck...72 times. I really wouldn't:/

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