Sunday morning, late summer of 2012:

I woke up with a particularly nasty headache, and it took me a few seconds before my eyes focussed on my surroundings. I found myself in a clean white bedroom, items of clothing splattered around, together with a few empty packs of cigarettes and the obligatory bottle of Jack here and there. Where was I? I tried to remember last night, but after the fashion show, things got a bit blurry. I managed to get out of bed, wearing my newest La Perla set. I didn't even care if I had sex or not last night, but seeing that I was still wearing something, I guess I didn't. I opened the door which led me into a hallway, descended a staircase and followed manly voices into a big kitchen. A grin spread across my face when I saw whose flat I had landed in: my good friend Nick Grimshaw's. Next to him was a handsome looking young lad with curls and a mouth far too pretty for a man. He was eyeing me up and down and I winked at him cheekily before I slipped my hands around Nick's waist and rested my head on his shoulders.

“Good morning, Roxy, I see you have finally awoken?” he joked, but I only grunted. I wasn't in the mood for small talk. “Harry, say hello to Roxana Blackwood, I'm sure you've heard of her,” he introduced me to his young friend.

“On more than one occasion. Nice to meet you,” the boy said friendly. I opened my eyes and looked at him for a moment before closing them again.

“Not gonna happen, boy,” I said slowly and felt Nick's body shake with laughter.

“Oh, she's a real darling in the mornings, isn't she?” he said and I finally let go of him. I had spotted a pack of my cigarettes on the counter and went over to take one. Slipping the black Djarum into my mouth, I grabbed a lighter and lit it up, inhaling deeply.



“So, what are your plans for today, Roxana?” Grimmy leant on the counter, watching me curiously. About half a year ago, I had gotten tired with my usual circle of friends and 'expanded' into the hipster-scene of north London, and Grimshaw was the apparent leader of it. We had become 'friends' quickly, even though I do not have friends per se. I have people who like me and which I tolerate. You can't be lonely all the time, right?

“What day is today?” I asked with a husky voice.

“Sunday,” Harry answered. I eyed him quickly, scolding him with my look for interrupting us grown-ups. Why was he even here? Who was he? I looked out the window to check on the weather, and when I saw that it was a sunny day, I curved my lips into a half smile.

“I think I'm gonna head to the country estate. Nothing better than getting high outside on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Wanna come with?” I asked them unfazed.

“Absolutely,” Grimmy answered immediately and we both looked at Harry. He was looking sceptically, and I knew that he wasn't one who was used to people like me. People who didn't give a fuck.

“I guess I could come with,” he finally said and Grimmy smiled gladly. I put out my cigarette in the sink and tossed the bud out of the open window.

“Perfect. Let me get my purse and then we can go,” I said and went upstairs again. I found my Dior clutch on the nightstand, still holding all my belongings. I grabbed it and quickly picked up one of Grimmy's shirts from the floor. Slipping it over my head, I went down again to see the two men waiting for me by the door.


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“My car's outside, I believe?” I asked Nick and he nodded. I usually call my driver when I know where I'll be spending the night at and he parks my car in front of the house, so I can make a quick escape the next morning.

“Uhm... aren't you gonna put on a bit more clothing?” Harry asked, looking at me with wide eyes. I was just putting on my old combat boots. Flinging my hair out of my face, I looked at him.

“Why? It covers the most important parts,” I said and opened the door. I started off towards the emerald green 1956 Jaguar parked right in front of the house. Behind me, I could hear Nick whisper to Harry.

“Don't even bother, mate. She's not like any girl you know. She lives by her own rules,” he said. I chuckled to myself. He was so right. I opened the door to the car and got in effortlessly.

“There's only two seats,” Harry stated, looking down at me.

“Well, then I guess you'll have to sit on Grimmy's lap,” I grinned at him. His eyes widened again, but Nick just took his hand and dragged him to the passenger side. It was funny seeing them sit down on top of each other, and I was laughing freely. I started the engine and we took off towards the countryside.

Harry's POV:

I was slightly uncomfortable on Nick's lap. After all, it had already been an hour that we had spent cooped up like this. Additionally, that chick was driving really fast, and I had to duck so I wasn't exposed to the wind. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The shirt she had so carelessly put on had crept over her thighs and the sight of her black lace panty was a constant challenge for me. I didn't wanna get a hard-on sitting on Nick's lap, he would probably get the wrong idea.

We didn't speak much the whole drive, and it wasn't really necessary, either. Roxy had fished three pair of Ray Ban's out of the glove compartment and we were just basking in the sun while she was effortlessly driving with one hand on the wheel, the other casually holding one of her black cigarettes.

“Here we are,” she said when she took a right turn and we pulled up in front of a majestic gate. She buzzed the intercom and a man answered.

“Blackwood manor, how can I help you?” he asked in a posh accent.

“It's Roxana,” she simply said and the gate opened. She sped up a small alley and a big house came into view. We stopped next to a big fountain, and Roxy quickly got out of the car and hurried up the stairs. An old-fashioned butler stood on top of them and she just patted him on the shoulder while vanishing inside. Grimmy and I followed her and stopped in front of the man.

“Welcome to Blackwood manor, sirs. I believe Miss Blackwood is just freshening up. If you would like to follow me into the drawing room,” he said and gestured into the house. Nick and I looked at each other and I tried my best not to laugh. Was he for real? We followed him into a big room, full with books, a grand piano and hunting trophies.

“Would the gentlemen care for a drink?” the butler asked and Grimmy asked for some Scotch, whereas I politely declined. It was only early afternoon, still.

“What are you guys doing in here? Let's go outside!” we heard Roxy and turned around to see her carrying a small leather briefcase, motioning us over. We followed her and passed the butler, who gave Nick his drink. She led us out into a huge backyard, down a pebble path to a big pond. Stopping next to a rowing boat, she untied the ropes and got in. We looked at her in surprise.

“What are you waiting for? Charles to be King? Get in!” she commanded and Nick and I followed. We rowed out onto the pond and then let go of the paddles. Roxy was just preparing the biggest joint I have ever seen before lighting it up and lying down on her back. She inhaled a few times before passing it to Nick, who followed suit. I declined, but she saw and laughed loudly.

“I don't smoke,” I said firmly. She propped herself up on her elbows and eyed me. I almost cringed, her look was deadly. She had deep blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through your soul.

“What are you afraid of? Live a little!” she said in a seductive tone. I looked at the joint and then at her. Something about her just swept me off my feet. For some reason, I wanted to impress her, and so I took the joint. It's not like I haven't done it before, it was just more Zayn's scene, if you know what I mean. I took a careful drag and immediately felt the numbing sensation fill up my body. I couldn't help a small grin that crept to the corners of my mouth.

“There you go,” Roxy laughed and I saw her looking at me happily. She then fished for the briefcase and pulled out a clear bottle with a deep brown liquid. Her hands opened it quickly and she took a deep sip.

“What do you have there, my little dragonfly?” Grimmy asked, interested. She chuckled and handed the bottle to him.

“Jura. A special blend. 18 years, and you can practically eat the malt right out of it,” she said and I cocked my eyebrows. As far as I know, that was a Whisky. Nick nodded appreciatively and brought the bottle to his mouth.

“Uh... that is really tasty,” he then said after swallowing. I passed the joint on to Roxy and took a sip myself. It really was delicious, but also quite strong.

“Ah... this is the life we should all be living, gentlemen,” Roxy sighed and closed her eyes. We each got comfortable and drifted through the silent waters, smoking, drinking and completely relaxing.


Roxy's POV:

About an hour after we got into the boat, I dared to open my eyes again, and found Grimmy asleep and Harry staring dreamily out onto the water, Whisky bottle in his hand. I looked at him for a few moments, studying his features, which I found really fascinating. There was something about him. He was commercially handsome, yes, but when he looked all brooding, there was a darkness to his features that drew me in. He turned and looked at me, giving me the same critical look I must have at the moment. The boat was softly thumping against the shore of the small island in the pond, and I unfolded myself from the floor and got up. Without a word, I extended my hand towards Harry and he took it. Together, we stepped onto the island. I turned to him and let my fingers wander to the hem of his T-Shirt.

“What are you...” he tried to say while I yanked it off of him. I let my gaze rest on his toned chest, appreciating the view, before I took off my own shirt. Without explaining anything, I then took his hand and led him under the trees on the island. I had mischief on my mind, and I needed an accomplice. Or a victim, depending on the point of view. There was a spot between a couple of trees which was always muddy. That was where I was heading. Reaching it, I bent down, scooped up a good handful of the mudd and tossed it straight at Harry. It landed with a loud squash in the middle of his chest and he just stared at it in shock while I let out a big laugh. I was so focused on holding my stomach and letting out a very unsexy grunt when I felt something cold and hard hit me in the side. I stopped laughing and looked at the big piece of mudd dripping down my left side. Now it was Harry who was laughing.

“Oh, no you didn't. That means war,” I growled lowly before lunging at him. I practically jumped at the poor boy, sending us both flying backwards into the big brown puddle of mudd. We started wrestling and the scene was filled with my girly giggles and Harry's deep chuckles. After about two minutes, when tears were running down my cheeks caused by his tickling my sides, our fighting finally stopped. He was on top of me when we stopped moving frantically. I locked eyes with him and smiled. He looked into mine dreamily and brushed away a big splash of mudd from my cheek with his huge thumb.

“You're really beautiful, Rox,” he mumbled softly. I rolled my eyes at his words. I couldn't have him falling for me. Without further hesitation, I hoisted myself up and brought my mouth to his. He seemed surprised, but after a few seconds, his lips started to move against mine, pushing me down onto the ground again. I let his tongue in and we engaged in a hot make out session. I flipped us over at one point, straddling him while letting my hands wander down his abnormally long torse. They rested on the huge bulge in his shorts. I grinned against his mouth while starting to massage his obvious erection. He moaned softly.

“Do you like that, Harry?” I asked challenginly. His glazed-over eyes found mine and he nodded eagerly. I slipped my fingers down the hem of his shorts, cupping his hard dick with my hand. He pushed his hips against my touch. He let out a small grunt, throwing his head back in lust.

I got down to his middle and pulled the shorts down enough to free his beautiful, beautiful cock. I took a moment to appreciate its beauty before I put my lips around his tip. Harry's movements stopped for a moment before I started to put it in my mouth more and he started wriggling under my hold. I was pumping his shaft with my free hands while letting his tip hit the back of my throath. Pulling it out again, I swirled my tongue around it again, making the poor boy grunt in anguish.

“You're killing me, Roxy,” he whispered huskily. I stopped what I was doing and smiled at him kinkyly.

“Maybe we should get cleaned up and continue this some place there's a condom?” I suggested and he was already on his feet, dragging me up. His hands snaked around my back and he pressed me against his mudd-covered body, giving me a deep and passionate kiss. I took the chance to wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his hard cock at my core. I detached my lips from his and let out a small moan, rubbing up and down slightly. Now he was grinning cheekily.

“Oh, I'll be licking the shit out of that later, don't you worry babe,” he said while carrying me back to the boat. I grinned satisfied. Looks like good boy Harry was a closeted pervert. Excellent.

Notes

the faceclaim for Roxana is the beautiful Kaya Scodelario

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