<=WHOOA!!
*At that moment Harry entered the bathroom.* Which fortunately wasn't the one where they were.
-I'll take you right here, babe! But it's going to be so fast.
Malik stated while unzipping his pants.
Harry joyfully finished his needs in the bathroom, not knowing what was happening with his girlfriend, and that he had almost caught them. The flush of the water running in the toilet was heard when Harry left the WC going back on the stage.
-Oh, yeah!
She screamed while Zayn trusted fast into her, breaking all her bones.
-Y-you-a-are-a-amazing!
Zayn stuttered for how fast they were fucking.
[Harry's gf point of view]
Zayn's hands loosened around my arms, when he rode out of me, fastening his jeans.
-Zayn, sh!!
I whispered as I heard that someone might have passed past the bathroom's door. He snapped at that sound too, looking at me frightened. The last thing I wanted was for someone to hear us, or even worse, to find out our secret.
-Don't worry!
He mumbled, hugging me with one hand. I wrapped my arms around him, thinking about the worst, but still I wasn't scared because he was beside me, and he would always be. Right?

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Phone's ringing woke me up from my sleep, and I shifted to the other side to reach it. And then went the pain, my lower part of the body, felt like someone drove over me. I ignored that for a second to reach my phone as it would stop irritating me.
-Yes!
I snapped, answering the phone, but forgot to check the number.
-Hey, did I wake you up?
Liam asked from the other side. I regretted answering him so harshly, and apologised him right away, telling him that he didn't wake me up.
-Ok, is Harry there?
He asked further.
-No, why?
I wondered, but I still wasn't sure whether he was there or not.
-Because we have a rehearsal today, and he’s disappeared.
Actually, I had no idea where Harry was, so I told him that I really didn't know where he could be, and then I hung up. He'd better not call again, I want to rest.
*
Sun beamed directly in my direction as it was about afternoon, when I woke up again. My stomach felt empty, I hadn't eaten anything that morning, but how I could when no one was there with me. I didn't feel like getting up from the bed so I decided to stay there playing on my phone. Unlocking it, I saw a new message from Zayn. My feelings started to stir, as I felt eccentric need to feel him beside me. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him hard against me.Thinking of him made me already wet, what didn't surprise me, despite the pain I needed him to fuck me so bad.
[Harry went back to England, I'll be in your room as soon as I finish with rehearsal. Z :)]
Harry went back to England, I didn’t remember him mentioning anything like that, but however.
I wanted Zayn, I wanted him right then.
The strange feeling started to build in the pit of my stomach, making me go crazy. As I couldn't hold on, my hand lowered down my body, sneaking into my pants. I felt wetness on my fingers, as I slowly started to rub, sending a great feeling through my body.
My hand started to work faster, I stroked my clit in circles, taking the pace. I hit my sweet spot every time I rubbed it, my wetness increased, making me easy to rub it harder. My moans became louder, but not much, as the orgasm started to build in my body, taking me over the edge. The movement of my hand was extremely fast, as my walls clenched and I cummed realising my juice.
I patted, breathing a bit heavy, my hand cupped my pussy feeling the wetness. I forgot about everything, all I wanted was to fuck with Zayn.
[Not really sure if I'd like you to come! ;)]
I answered Zayn, knowing that he would be pissed off, and would hurry up as much as he was able to, for sure. I shifted my temple on the right, glaring at the window, wandering in my hazy thoughts.
My leds slowly shut down, not because I was tired or sleepy, I wasn't, but because of the light that beamed directly in my face. I wasn't very keen on light things, more like dark was what I preferred, and with what I was more attached.
The knock on my door, thankfully, yanked me out of my insane trip, and I knew it was him. Zayn.
-Yes.
I opened the door, facing Zayn, who stood there impatiently. My expression emotionless, I stared at him, utterly dull, and cold.
-So are you gonna invite me in?
He asked with a smirk across his face, while glaring at my blanket-covered body.
I cocked my head a bit, approving him to enter, as I locked the door behind him. He walked towards the window and tugged the shutters over it, what darkened the room a lot.
-Why?
The word slipped out of my mouth, without my permission, as I watched him approaching me, his eyes already telling me everything.

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