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Philophobia

Chapter One

HARRY'S P.O.V


I watched the sweaty dancers grind against one another in this small space of a party. Tonight, I wasn't interested in a fake blonde who was easier to catch than a turtle. I wanted a girl not so desperate, but willing. Willing without strings attached, and won't be disappointed to the empty bed she'll encounter with the next morning.

And that's what I've found.

I watched from a distance as she chugged down the alcohol, likely burning till it had reached her stomach. The now red empty cup was thrown in the nearest trash. She looked like a body full of energy, waiting. Not waiting for someone to find her, but for her to find someone else.

That's when our eyes met.

Her playful smirk spread across her face, knowing exactly what she had found. Returning the same, I empty what was left of my drink to my throat, soon stalking towards her.

We moved past the intoxicated crowd, to where the fun would start. In an instant, her body grinds the front of mine. My arms taking their natural way around her hips, keeping her close.

She was experienced, anyone could tell. Pushing all the right places, making me moan in complete pleasure and sending my hormones crazy. There was not a doubt she enjoyed this too.

Our bodies soon became sweaty, now panting from lack of breath. Her smaller hand latching onto my larger, as she pushed us through the horny crowd. I followed in suit, becoming excited for what was about to happen.

Once we broke free to the cooler, much more fresh air outside, I was forced roughly against the brick wall. Her body pushed against mine, our lips moving harshly against each other. There was no spark, just full of lust and need.

She wanted this, we both wanted this.



I woke to the sound of soft hums in the distance. I turned to find my catch of last night in soft short breaths, sleeping. I took a quick glance around the room, knowing it wasn't mine. I slowly pushed myself off the bed, changing into yesterday's wear.

I entered the hall slowly and quietly, making sure not to disturb anyone. The humming grew louder the further I stepped. Once I was near the end of the hall, I saw her. A girl.

Notes

Hey guys, tell me what you think :)

Comment; Rate; Subscribe !
(The other chapters won't be this short).

Comments

Please update

Carissa Carissa
3/24/14

Please update!

Carrotlover Carrotlover
3/16/14

Well that's what make your story even more interesting: in your notes, you just put all your thoughts on there, and it's really, but really cool and interesting!
Hey, being dork is not only negative. It's someone who can be themselves and doesn't care if people judge. Seriously, your ''dorkiness'' isn't a bad thing! :)
I hope for you that one of your ambition will come true. If you take the path of writing, well I'm telling, plus all your readers: you can make it.
Even though this is a fic, I don't feel like it's one. I feel like I'm reading a book, but on the internet. I'm not feeling it's Harry Styles from One Direction (Well, I think you never wrote Styles, so maybe I'm wrong thinking it's Harry Styles, but ANYWAY.). I feel it's just another character from your head. My point is: your story could be found on a shelf at the library store. So, if you finished your story (not that I'm septic, no no! I know you can finish it! :) ), I suggested you to send it to a publishing house! :D
I'm glad to know I made you smile :) Don't give up on your writing and delete everything. See how much people love your work? See how much we enjoy reading it? Don't worry, you have a beautiful writing. Yeah... I get frustrated me too when I wrote my story. I'm a french Canadian, and it's sometimes tricky to express, for example, a situation or an emotion in english. But this site helps me, so I'll continue :)
Have a gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/night or whatever time it is where you live xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/9/14

@marie.eve07
I read your comment, and couldn't stop smiling! Personally, I write on this site as practice. My future ambition being between writing and visual arts. Though, I'm glad you like my story! So many times I've thought about deleting this, and just quitting. But I don't want to do that to my readers! I have never found a love for my own writing, so I just get frustrated after awhile.
Plus, when you commented on my notes, I literally just read back through all of them and realized how big of a dork I sound!!! Hahaha

Canadianeeh Canadianeeh
1/8/14

I really love your work. The choice of words, the main plot, how you express everything... It''s just, wow! I felt like it was really happening, that Jamie, Hunter and Harry were really living (okay, we all know Harry is living on this Earth for real but you know what I mean. Well, I hope xD anyway) keep up writing. If writing wasn't in your choice of career, think about twice; I'm not just saying this to be sweet with you. No, I believe you're an exquisite writer and your imagination will never stop growing. You'll go far in life with only a pen and paper.
I really love reading your notes too. They're twisted up with wisdom words and hilarious sentences!
Okay... This comment is pretty long, maybe I should've sent it in messages.... Hahahaha xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/8/14