The Smut Special

It was a windy day in Southern California. Harry Styles’s mop of hair moved like majestic macaroni noodles in the wind. He walked aimlessly for hours until he wandered aimlessly into a fancy hotel lobby where some nasty-faced bitch was drooling over my man!!!! After checking in he got hungry and ended up at an In-N-Out Burger.
He ordered his burger and fries animal style (A/N: because he’s an animal! In Bed!!!!! ;) )
Then he watched two girls walk into the restaurant with sexual hunger. Not the regular kind of hunger.
He dropped his fries on the ground when he saw their mesmerizing faces. One of the girls, the shorter one was decked out in hipster garb. The other looked like Paris Hilton with voluptuous curves and big boobies.
The Hipster, Tricia, sauntered over towards Harry. She smirked at him and stuck her finger in his burger, swirling it around, sexually, then licking off the burger juices and special sauce off her finger. #californiaswag “I’m looking for a good time, boo-thang,” She said with smirk.
Paris Hilton climbed onto the table, flipping her hair in a circle in a way to let Harry get a taste of her tantalizing perfume. Blood rushed into his noodle stick appendage in a sexual way.
“So you got any hot friends?” Tricia took a quick selfie before continuing, “Or more fries?”
Harry burned with jealousy. First for his fries. Then he thought: How could Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall take away from this sweet chance of sexy-times??? He was going to have to quit the nerd brigade (AKA One Direction)..
Paris Hilton and Tricia took a quick selfie, each of their plump luscious lips protruding outwards attractively. (A/N: dUCK FACE!!!1)
“I got enough dick for all ya’ll,” Harry said in a pristine British accent.
The two girls recoiled in offense.
“Ew I don’t associate with nerds,” Paris Hilton squealed.
“Ah! Swerve,” Tricia whipped her hair around, making a pained expression.
“C’mon Paris Hilton! I can’t deal with the level of dummy and swerve in this joint!” Tricia turned on her heel, swirling her car keys in her hands like an old western only she used her tongue.
“Total swerve,” Paris Hilton said and followed Tricia out the door and headed towards their 2014 Lamborghini (A/N: candy red of course ;) ).
Alone, Harry was consumed by lust. Lust leaving his boner and following the receding backs of Tricia and Paris Hilton.
WHAT SHOULD HE DO. Harry was stuck between following his boner or showing up to the concert on time (A/N: also finishing his In-N-Out Burger #CaliSwag). Harry did the responsible thing.

Notes

A/N: SUBSCRIBE YOU THIRSTY WHORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;) <3333