Enchanted Pictures

Sam’s POV:

I gave myself a once over, nodding in approval, the soft grey fur popped my green eyes out as the sharp pointed ears poked out of my hair, a long grey tail hanging lazily behind me, I was the big bad wolf this Halloween and my partner, well, I glanced over in the mirror to my best friends outfit. I couldn’t hold it anymore and broke out laughing hysterically.

“Sam! If you can’t take me serious, no one can!”

“How the hell am I supposed to take you serious Lou?” I screamed through my laughing. He was cloaked in beautiful velvety red short dress, white frills danced out underneath the hem of the dress that didn’t quite touch his knees. Yes it was that short, so short I could see an over abundance of hairy legs. The red hood draped over his head, letting a little bit of his hair spike out in the front as he smiled shyly to me, trying to play his part.

He tried to act all seductively while he held his small little wooden lunch box, “Sammy, my big bad wolf, why please don’t eat me!” he stifled a fake cry.

I burst out laughing again, holding my stomach tightly, “Stop…Lou…I’m…gonna…pee…myself!” I breathed heavily through my laughter.

He smirked at that, prancing around me in my small bathroom, just in time for my dad to walk by, “Well…I feel like this was a scene I could have avoided.” He shook his head at us, “Kids dress this way now?” he gave Louis a once over, but couldn’t help himself either and started laughing.

“Mr. Whitestock! If you can’t take me serious either, who can?” he cried out, slapping his hands on his cheeks all worried like.

“No one can!” we both laughed out.

“But I have to say, our costumes will rule though.” I wiped away my tears, trying to catch my breath now.

“My god, good luck weirdo’s.” My dad shook his head one last time, walking down the hall chuckling to himself.

“You know my dad will never forget this? He will tease you for the rest of your life!” I peeked at him, trying not to stare at him too long for fear of laughing again.

“Oh well, I can handle it.” He smiled at me, as he ruffled up my hair.

“Stop! You’re gonna ruin my outfit!”

“Yeah yeah.” He ignored me, he looked down as he continued, “I heard Harry Styles will be at this party tonight.”

I dropped my smile at that, running my fingers through my hair to fix the mess he created, “I heard too.”

“Not excited?” he glanced over at me.

I locked eyes with him, being serious, “Why should I be?”

“You’ve been hooking up with him for the entire senior year.”

“So? I’ll just broaden my list and see if there is someone else, I don’t always have to hook up with the Harry Styles.”

Truth be told, Harry and I started our hook up spree our summer before senior year started. I wanted to live my senior life to the max, so I attended every party that was being thrown, and every party I would find myself in some room alone with Harry as his tongue was down my throat. This night though I didn’t want to do that. Like everyone kept teasing me, it was never serious, so if he didn’t want to be serious, neither did I. today was the day I was going to tell him I was through with our hook ups.

“Oh, sassy much are you.” He teased me.

I forced a smile on my face, “You got it! Now let’s get to this party so everyone else can pee their pants.”

Louis’s deep chuckle made me feel calm and prepared for this night, the Halloween party at Zayn’s house.

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We arrived fashionably late by thirty minutes, can’t keep everyone waiting forever, right?

Everyone that saw Louis broke down in laughter, teased him, spanked his ass, flipped his skirt, all the stupid guy things a guy would do in this moment. Shaking my head I left Louis to be tortured by the guys, as I slid through the crowd to the kitchen to grab myself a beer.

I watched silently as everyone went through the kitchen, their outfits were elaborate and creative, that is for the men, but for the girls it was all slutty nurses, slutty maids, and slutty superheroes, oh look a teacher! No wait, slutty teacher. Everything you would expect girls to wear at a Halloween party.

I rolled my eyes, as a prince slid his way next to me. His blonde hair and old styled outfit seemed to fit him perfectly, he caught me looking him over and chuckled, “Like what you see Sam?”

I stared at him for a moment, remembering what I said to Louis in the bathroom about broadening my horizon in guys, I smiled at him and winked, “You know it Niall.”

“Thatta girl.” He smirked at me, reaching around me to grab a beer; his body close enough to smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne mixed with alcohol and sweat from the crowd, “I’m totally enjoying your outfit.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip, as his hand slid onto my arm.

Uncomfortably, I shook it off, “Okay Niall, I got to go find Louis.”

He dropped his seductive look, “It’s always about Louis with you, well for your information he’s hooking up with Malory.”

I stared at him, “Am I supposed to give a damn who he is hooking up with?” I left him in the kitchen with that question. I didn’t care who he was hooking up with, but it was unfortunate he had to be with the schools biggest slut.

“Sammy, Sammy, my big bad wolf.” The whisper ran through my ear and down my spine sweetly, the aroma of his body wash that was so familiar to me, wrapped around me, the strong hands I loved so much latched onto my waist, as he pulled both of us into a quiet room.

I turned to Harry, as he smirked at me in what appeared to be a priest’s outfit, but clearly someone had ripped off his white collar, giving him a gorgeous yet evil look.

He leaned in as the alcohol rolled off him and onto me, as he planted his lips upon mine. I pushed him gently off, “Harry…”

“What’s wrong?” he gave me a confused look as he bent down again.

“No Harry stop.”

He stared at me again, his brows knitting together, “What?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I could see him trying to think. I felt too drunk to deal with this beautiful demon in front of me.

I sighed out, “I don’t want to do this this…” I put my hands out like he should understand. He just stared at me still confused, “I don’t want to hook up like this anymore.” I quickly let the words rush out. My mind knew it was all wrong, but if I stayed in this empty room with him any longer I would be a goner, because my body wanted him.

He watched me as recognition lit his eyes, as we stood there for a minute he bent down and softly kissed me, like he knew my body was wanting his. The tingling sensation of his lips on mine, killed me, as he murmured into my mouth, “Don’t go…”

“I-I, d-don’t w-want…” I hated myself for getting tongue tied with him so easily, as he slid his hand under my many layers of the outfit.

I pulled back, frustrated now. Pushing him onto the bed, he asked, “What are you doing?”
I glanced at him as I fell to my knees in front of him, his angelic grin spreading. I didn’t want him to be in control anymore, he always was the one making the moves, leaving me naked in front of him, tonight I was making the moves and have him naked; after that it would be no more hook ups, my last parting gift.

I could see his hands clench onto the bed sheets, as he dropped his head back, a low moan came out. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t hear the door open or see the flash of light, the enchanted start of the rest of my senior year, the enchanting pictures that ruined my life.

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