Roxana's POV:

I detached myself from Zayn and Niall, leaving them behind while I came face to face with Harry. I grabbed his face in both of my hands and gave him a long and deep kiss. He was hesitant at first, but I noticed the exact moment when he let go, as his hands slung around my waist and pressed my body tightly into his.

Breaking the kiss, I took his hand and led him into the opposite direction of the party. We stepped into the dark night at the other side of the house, reserved for the staff. I sat down on a big table and stared at Harry, who stepped in between my legs.

“So, Zayn AND Niall?” he asked, giving me a hard look.

“I didn't know,” I shrugged my shoulders, fumbling around with my hands. My head was crystal clear due to the speed I had earlier, and I was nervous without something to keep my hands occupied. Harry put his hand around my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him.

“Why don't you care, Rox?” he asked, his voice husky and his tone harsh.

“Why should I? I know I'm not capable to have a serious relationship, so if I want to sleep with someone, I do,” I said back, my expression as could as his. His grip tightened, and he stroked over my open lips with his thumb. I let out a slight moan and he increased the pressure, slightly choking me. This was a new side of Harry, and to be honest, I quite liked it.

“So... what are you gonna do to me now, Harry?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse. He shot me a judging look, his green eyes so cold, I was almost afraid. A few seconds passed before he pushed himself against me roughly, biting down on my neckline. I let out a gasp of surprise as his teeth dug deep into my flesh, and I was sure that he almost made me bleed. I grabbed his hips, forcing him against my open legs, feeling his hard dick against my core.

“I'm gonna make you mine. I'll show them,” he whispered into my ear after a couple of seconds and started tearing off my clothes. He was unforgiving with the fabric, ripping it to shreds. I was already dripping wet for him, itching for him buried deep inside me again.

“Turn around,” he commanded and I did as he wished, laying down on the cold table, my ass up in the air. His hand spread my legs and he stroked over my folds a couple of times, spreading the juice before he thrusted into my hard without warning. I screamed loudly, his dick so much bigger than the others.

Harry began drilling into me hard, without mercy, and it was heavenly. His hands fisted in my hair, and he made me arch my back while tugging on it harshly. Next thing I know, his hand came crashing down on my bum, slapping it hard and I let out a loud gasp of surprise.

“I think you've been a bad girl, Roxana. I'm gonna have to punish you for that,” Harry announced with a deep voice before he started spanking me roughly. I moaned with pleasure, enjoying the sting his hands left on my behind.

“Harry... please...” I whined after a couple of minutes, desperate for his hands on my core.

“What do you want, Rox? Tell me,” he said harshly, thrusting in particularly hard at his words.

“Your fingers... I need them on me,” I said breathless. He slapped me again while tugging on my hair, bringing me close to his face.

“Beg, bitch,” he said into my ear while liking down my neck. I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes at the feeling. I liked this new, rough Harry.

“I want you, Harry, I need you. Please,” I said in a feeble voice and that's when he let go of my hair and brought his fingers to my clit, rubbing it in hard circles. A couple of seconds and he shot me over the edge, making me scream his name out loudly while my high washed over me. The whole feeling was so intense, his dick in me, his hands on me, my throbbing ass cheeks and tingling scalp, where he had pulled on my hair. I literally fell apart on that table.

Harry pumped hard a couple more times and then shuddered, cursing loudly while shooting his load into me. I lay on the table face down, panting rapidly while he pulled out. He grabbed my hand and hoisted me up, making me face him again.

His eyes were still dark, but the hard look was gone, replaced by a loving, caring one. Softly, he cupped my face again, stroking down my cheeks. Harry then gave me a kiss. A kiss I will never forget in my entire life. His soft lips found mine and we both relaxed at the touch. I slung my hands around his neck while he held me by my back. We both sighed while we kissed, softly and tenderly, all the roughness from a couple of minutes ago gone. Harry then retreated, leaning his forehead against mine and breathing slowly. He let out a deep sigh just before tilting his head up and kissing my forehead.

“This is not healthy. You know what I have to do,” he whispered and I just nodded. Slowly, he detached himself from me, a sad look in his eyes. Our hands were still holding onto the other and he started walking away, slipping out from underneath my fingertips.

“Goodbye, Roxana,” he said softly before he was gone. And I was alone. Naked, cold and all by myself. I slid down until I was sat on the floor, staring at the door he had just vanished into. I wrapped my thin arms around my knees while I sat there, and for the second time in two days, hot tears started running down my cheeks.
He had left me. Every one always left me. I was all by myself. Once again.

Niall's POV:

Zayn and I saw Harry disappear through the front door, and we shot each other a curious look.

“D'you reckon they fucked?” he asked me and I shrugged my shoulders. I was highly intoxicated, and nothing really mattered much to me except that I wanted Roxana. Our threesome before had been mind-blowing, and I wanted more. I wanted her so much more.

Zayn started walking and we went into the direction Harry had come from, stepping into a small garden. At first, I didn't see anything, before I could make out a small figure sitting at the ground in front of us. It was Roxana, and when we came closer, we could see that she was crying.

“Oh, baby girl,” Zayn said and knelt down immediately, wrapping her naked body in his arms. She had an empty look in her face, staring straight ahead before he squeezed her harder and she finally hugged him back. I was a bit uncomfortable at it all, I really didn't know her that well.

“Every one always leaves me,” she said with a blank voice.

“That's not true, love. I am here. I will always be here for you,” Zayn said, cupping her face in his hands, making her look at him. They stared at each other for what felt like minutes, exchanging meaningful looks before Roxana finally nodded and hugged him again. I knew I could never come close to the relationship these two had, so I quietly retreated back to the party, leaving them alone. There were at least 20 hot chicks here tonight, and I wanted to fuck one as long as the drugs were working. Zayn could handle Roxana, of that I was sure.

Zayn's POV:

When Rox had stopped crying, I lifted her up in my arms, carrying her back into the house. She nestled her head in my neck, completely silent. I went up into her bedroom, laying her down on the bed and fetching a bottle of Whisky from the dresser, along with a joint. I handed her the bottle and lit it up, inhaling deeply before handing it to her. She had taken a deep sip of the brown liquid, and was now sucking on the joint hard, her pretty lips wrapped tightly around it.

I really liked her. She might be fucked up and seemed like she didn't care, but I understood. I knew that she did care, deep within. And I wanted to be there for her. I felt like I had found my soulmate, and I was willing to put time and effort in our relationship to make it work.

She had a vacant look in her eyes, staring at the ceiling before she finally looked at me.

“Were you serious out there? Will you always be there for me?” she asked, her voice so feeble, like a little girl. I tugged on her arm, nestling her head against my shoulder, and I looked at her with a warm expression on my face.

“Yes, Roxana. I will always be there. You and I, we're one of a kind, remember?” I said and she smiled weakly.

“Don't ever leave me,” she whispered, looking at me with so much fear and pain in her eyes that it almost made my heart break.

“Never,” I said, leaning down to give her a slow and romantic kiss. I truly meant what I said, and I was kind of happy that Harry was out of the picture now. Now, I could have her all to myself.

Notes

sooo.... what do you guys think?

• are Harry and Rox finally over? or will he come back?
• what about Zayn? do you think he's in love?
• and what about Niall? was he being a jerk or did he just get the hint?

review, please!