“Rule #1. You can't hit on my mates.” Harry growled softly, and Lux rolled her eyes.

“Rule #1. Don't speak.” She replied, shooing him away.

He narrowed his eyes and she met his stare with her own, waiting for him to waver and look away. She can't believe she was sitting here, having a fucking staring contest with a member of a boy band. No, actually, she can't believe she's having a MEAN staring contest with a boy band member! Aren't they contractually obligated to be like, polite and sweet and cute?

“I've known you for 15 bloody minutes and you already rub me the wrong way.” His voice was rough, but still incredibly sexy with that accent that she managed to feel a shiver run up her spine. She has a terrible weakness for any type of accent, and he was hitting her weak spots repeatedly.

“Aww.” Lux pouted, sticking out her bottom lip, and she saw his eyes swipe over her mouth for a second.
“Harry, you hurt my feelings. I thought we'd be best friends and bake cookies together.” She stated dryly, turning away from him because they brought the food in. As dishes were passed around and plates were filled with delicious food, she listened in on the conversation Harry was having with his bandmate next to him.

“I didn't get a wink of sleep, mate. You'd think that having a big day might make ya sleep at night for once, but no, not Hazza. How many girls were over last night anyways?” The guy asked, his eyes almost twinkling with admiration for Harry and his success with women.

“Just 2. American girls are wild, mate.” Harry laughed, and Lux shook her head slowly. Two different girls in one night? That's disgusting.

“Remember when we was in Ireland and you had 5?” The other guy was cracking up, shaking his head.
“Do I!” Harry had a large smile on his face, “Those girls were fit, Lou.”

Her eyes widened and she turned to stare at the both of them. “FIVE girls?!”

“Oh bollocks, not you again.” Harry grumbled, turning to glare. “Yes. Five. In one night.”

Lux could feel her eyes widen even more as she turned away from him, her head still shaking. She shut her eyes and sighed, not understanding this guy at all. Wasn't he still a kid? What is he doing?

“Aren't you 17?” She asked, having a hard time looking over at him.

“Yes.” He said, smiling. She looked over at his smile, feeling her body do that weird shiver thing again.
“You're disgusting.” She stated, stabbing a piece of her steak with her fork and shoving it into her mouth, chewing to distract herself from him.

“Ah, love, you haven't even heard the best of it yet.” He laughed lowly, leaning over to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck and goosebumps rose on her skin immediately. Lux thought he'd lean back and shut up, but he continued to whisper in her ear.

“Five irish girls, youngest was 21, oldest was 25. I took them into my hotel room one by one, sending the first one into ecstasy with just kissing and touching. The next one, I ate her out whilst she moaned and praised my skills. The third, I let her give me head, but I like giving pleasure as much as I like receiving it, and so I sent her over the edge with my fingers alone. The fourth and fifth wanted me at the same time, so I got to fuck one from behind as she ate her friend out.” He laughed lowly into her ear, nudging the side of her head with his nose. “And then...well, then I kicked them all out.

Lux's teeth were clenched together so tightly she thought she might chip one, and during his little confession, her legs shut on their own and she could feel all the tension in her lower regions. She felt an array of emotions, raging from anger to sadness for those stupid girls to.. desire. She could feel her toes curl when he told her about having his way with those women, but they didn't curl in disgust. It was desire.
“Let me know when you want a taste, sweet cheeks.” Harry smirked cockily, laughing once more before pulling back and turning away, back to his gross conversation.

Her hand tightened around her fork into a fist, and she felt her nails making half moons in her palm. She was absolutely furious, but for all the wrong reasons. She was disgusted with Harry's bragging about his wild nights in bed, and she was just annoyed with him in general. But that's not why she was furious.
Lux was furious because the only thing that crossed her mind was how badly she did want a taste of him.

-Next Morning-

“Harry...” She whispered, running away.

He followed like a lost puppy dog, his feet carrying him toward her before he could think twice. She turned back, saw him following and laughed loudly. He tried helplessly to catch up to her, but she always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

“Stop.. please..” Harry begged, his brow furrowing. She stopped immediately, turning around to face him. He cradled her face in his hands, staring into her dark eyes, leaning down to her beautiful lips. He's waited what feels like forever to kiss her. Since the moment they saw each other, he's wanted to ravage her.

“Lux..” He whispered, “It's your turn now.”

She smiled big, tilting her head to the side like a bird. “Finally.”

Her eyes fell blank and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and she stumbled backwards. His eyes widened when he saw a gaping black hole in her chest, right where her heart should be.

“You..” She murmured, her eyes closing as she slowly fell backwards to the ground.

“No!!” He screamed, realizing he was holding something.

He looked down to see he was clutching her bloody, broken heart in his hand.

Harry sat up in bed with a loud grunt, feeling his heart pounding harshly in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair only to find it was matted down with sweat, and he sighed heavily. Why does he keep having weird bloody fucking dreams? And now with Lux in them, gross. Like he wanted anything to do with her.

She thinks she's so great, a blond American teen dream. Fuck her. She thinks shes better than everyone, he can tell. He had a bad feeling about this whole mentor thing before he ever even met her crazy ass.
He got out of bed, glancing over at Louis, who was rooming with him in the X Factor House, before wandering off to shower the sweat off of himself. Harry turned the water on, looking over his body in the mirror. He knows he's not ugly, girls reassure him of that every day, but he understands that he can come off as cocky when he's really just super confident. Or he acts confident all the time, so everyone leaves him alone.

Sure, he gets a lot of girls. He's fucked/fucked around with at least 50 since they came out of the competition and he realized he could do whatever he wants with his groupies. And nobody has the right to judge him, because he's a teenage guy and these girls are literally throwing themselves at his feet. What does everyone expect him to do? Deny these beautiful girls? Yeah, right!

He's in too deep to stop now, even if part of him wanted to.

Notes

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