Forever Young

I walked into class, over 30 minutes late and extra hung over thanks to the massive cloud of guilt that hung over me. The remainder of our weekend at the lake house was spent with an endless flow of expensive wine and Harry Styles treating me like his own personal fuck doll. I was going to call it off the moment we got back, but Harry sneaking in to my room and waking me up for school with sex kind of got in the way. He was just so amazing.

At least I made it to my boyfriend’s class.

David’s eye’s landed on me, his delicious smile growing on his face as he looked down to rifle through some papers on his desk. I slinked into my seat next to Oliver who shot me a smug grin, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all weekend.”

I groaned, “Don’t start, Oliver.”

He chuckled, “I always knew you were a freak, Al, Harry told me all about it”

I felt my face flush red with heat, “Nothing happened!” My voice was barely above a whisper, I didn’t want David to hear any of this.

“Mmmhmm,” Oliver smirked, “I’m sure nothing did.”

“If you two are done talking, I’d like to continue with my class,” David’s professional, scary voice sounded, bringing my attention back to my situation and feeling another wave of guilt go through me as I looked up at my boyfriend.

“Sorry, Mr. Strong,” My voice came out less nervous than I expected.

“As I was saying,” He took his attention off of me and walked behind his desk to sit down. He picked up his copy of the book we had been reading, “Read the final four chapters because we have an essay test next class. You’re expected to use in-text citations.”

The class let out a few groans before the sound of everyone flipping their books open filled the silent room, David leaned back in his chair and kicked his legs up onto his desk as he pulled out his phone.

[size=85][i]Hey beautiful. Are you mad at me? :([/i][/size]

I stared down at the message that flashed across my screen, smiling, looking up to meet his gaze. My fingers moved quickly, sending him a reassuring response before going back to staring at his dreamy face.

[size=85][i]Of course not bby, I really missed you this weekend! :) [/i][/size]

His reply came instantly, bringing a smile to my face.
[size=85][i]
Good.[/i][/size]

He stood up, sending a smirk my way before walking into his office and closing the door. Oliver had stopped reading the minute David shut the door separating him from us, “There is no way he is going to let you get away with being that late.”

I laughed, “I’m just sneaky like that, he probably thought I was here the whole time.”

“Are you even passing?”

I shrugged, “Fuck if I know,” I definitely was passing, but no one else needed to know that.

David’s door cracked open and he popped his head out, “Alexis, will you come in here for a sec please?”

“Told you, you wouldn’t get away with it,” Oliver whispered at me with a smirk.

I walked towards him, my smile growing wider and wider the closer I got. He rolled to the side, allowing me enough room to squeeze in without opening the door, “Close it,” He murmured, standing up as the door clicked shut, he took a few steps towards me, pressing his body gently against mine to reach behind me and lock the door.

My arms were wrapped around his torso the minute his body touched mine, he straightened himself up, putting both arms around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest with a kiss on top of my head, “I thought you were mad at me.” His lips found mine, filling me up with warmth, David was a good guy and I was fucking him over, “I couldn’t sleep all weekend.”

I pulled away and looked up at him with a smile, “Why would you think that?”

We tried to keep our voices quiet cause the walls were thin, “I was kind of an ass when we last spoke on the phone and then I didn’t hear from you all weekend. You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls.”

He pouted at me, filling me up with desire as I leaned up and kissed him, “I didn’t have service,” I pulled away, locking eyes with his smiling face.

“That’s okay, girl, I’m just glad you’re back,” He kissed me again, “And not mad at me.”

I smiled, getting lost in the blue of his eyes, and feeling the guilt well over me, “Fuck, babe,” My smile quickly fell from my face as I looked down, “I need to tell you something that you’re not going to like.”

He gave me a confused look, “Uh... And what’s that?”

“This weekend at the lake house,” I kept my voice low, forcing my gaze up to meet his stare, “I got really, really drunk, like the drunkest I’ve ever been in my life, drunk—”

“What the fuck are you trying to say, Alexis?” His voice rose, sending me into a panic.

“Shhh,” I reached my hands out for his, “They’ll hear us.”

His eyes burned through me and it was obvious he already knew what I was going to say. He clenched his jaw, his voice came out as a whisper, but his words were still harsh, “Tell me what the fuck you did.”

“Well, Harry and I... We, uh... We kind of got really drunk—like I said, it was the drunkest I’ve ever been—and we sort of hooked up.”

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