Its My Fault

Lizzie's POv


I sit alone at lunch reading. Someone sits down beside me.
"Go away Pretty Boy!" I mumble angrily
"Shut Liz and listen to me." He says.
"Number one, How do you know my name, Number two don't call me Liz, Number three don't come over to me and tell me to shut up!" I don't take my eyes off my book.
"Number fucking one call me pretty boy again and you won't live another day, now that we've reached an understanding you're going out with me tonight." He slips me a piece of paper with his phone number on it.
"Pretty sure of yourself huh?" I feel his hand slide across my cheek and a sharp pain follows.
"I said tonight, I'll pick you up later!" He yells and storms off.


I settle on a navy blue tank top and and white shorts, I like the idea of being a tease to him. I do have to say he has the looks going for him, the piercings look on him.
I walk out the front door stopping to check my phone. Harry is waiting outside with a horrible smirk on his face making me giggle.
"What's so funny love?" He tries to put his arm around my but I stretch forward just out of his reach.
"You move pretty fast don't you?" I laugh, not with him I laugh at him and he knows it.
"Well I see your cheek is still red, want the other to match?" He says grimly, I shut up.
"Where are we going? Is anyone joining us? Is it a club? Your house?" I question seeing him annoyed is kind of funny.
"You ask too many damn questions! But I guess you justify it by wearing another slutty outfit." I laugh until I realize he's right.
"Well, Harry, you know how to flatter a good girl." I mumble
"And I know how to pleasure one too." He says winking.
"Harry, we aren't even dating! I would not have sex with you!" I yell at him.
"Well babe, I'll make you want me, that's a fucking promise, literally." He smiles at me, but this isn't a normal smile, this smile is filled with lust.


He finally pulls into a bar. Even the outside smells of alcohol. Harry get's out, walks to my side of the car and actually helps me out. We walk in and I'm taken aback as a half drunk guy comes and starts grinding on me.
"Fuck off!" Harry tells him.
"Only with her." The drunk guys slurs.
We walk to the bar and Harry orders two drinks. After he walks away the drunk guy comes back.
"Hey babe, I want you..." He moans into my ear. He grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me to the back. I'm so shocked I can't say a word.
"L-Let me go..." I beg.
"No chance, whore, I have a bone to pick with Harold so what's better than doing his girl?" He throws me down on a soft couch and gets on top of me. I feel a hard bulge in his pants.
"Leave me alone p-please, I-I..." I can't finish what I was going to say.
"You're a sweet little virgin girl. That's my favorite." He starts taking off my shorts and my whole body tenses. "Don't pretend you don't want me." He say putting a hand down my pants, feeling my sensitive spot.
"I-I don't want you..."
"Of course you do, I know you do." He starts unbuttoning his own pants. I swallow hard, for a split second I wish it was Harry on top of me.

Notes

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