One Direction Imagines

*Baily* ( :* this ones for u)

" I'll see ya later dad! Save some of that cake, yah? Thanks bye!" I quickly gave him a strong hug, as he ate his daily dosage of cheesecake in the mornings. Weird, right? I can never understand him!

I grabbed my backpack, and quickly ran to the bathroom. I checked myself and my dress. Today was supposed to be, yet another casual day, but I guess thanks to my best friend Tracy, I had lost our recent bet and so today I was forced to wear a dress. She knows that I am definitely NOT the girly type and I freaking HATE HER for this!!

Well, I'm doing it anyways... so I wore my (only) pretty blue floral dress, I had gotten from an aunt long ago but never wanted to wear.
It was pretty school appropriate, I guess, and I paired with an anchor necklace and some crystal studs. I walked to the shoe rack, and grabbed myself a pair of blue converse. Even if I had to be girly, for once, doesn't mean I'm gonna dress up like one of those sluts at school who strut down the hallways in their tight dresses and like foot-long heels. I'd be dead before having to go through that torture.

Heels = BIG NO NO! Converse is lyfe!

I was about to walk out when dad called out to me. "Hey Baily... mind wearing something over that dress of yours." Oh god. He's right though, I did want to try something new, but going to school in a dress with thin straps was WAY out my comfort zone.
I ran back to my closet and pulled out a tan cardigan that seemed decent. HECK! it'll have to do. It's my only cardigan and so i put it on top.

I walked back out. My dad stared at me like I was insane. "What?" I ask with a little bit of annoyance.

"I just.. never thought... you... but... since when did you have a.. dress?" I guess this was really weird.
"It was a bet, dad. I got this dress a couple of months ago from some aunt. I don't remember.. but I never wore it." I shrugged.
"I know I say this a lot Bailey, but.. you really look like your mother now. My little baby's growing into such a beautiful girl! Oh God!" HE started tearing up. "OH MY GOD DAD! stop it... this was a B-E-T.. BET! so don't get used to it... and stop acting like a girl.. Now if you'll excuse me... only eight more hours of this torture.. and I'll be back to my old happy self."

I ran past him and grabbed my keys and backpack. I got in the car and headed over to Tracy's. We usually carpool with each other to school. Last week, she dropped me back and forth to school, so this week was my turn.

"Hey Traces!" I said, as she got in with her usual styled outfit. She doesn't dress like the sluts at school but she is very girly and absolutely adored dressing up! She was wearing a black dress, and matching accessories. She even brought her purse!
"OMYGODD BAILS!!!! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!! AHH!!! I think I'm gonna faint!" Tracy had sat in the car and pretended to roll her eyes back in her head.
"yah yah.. whatever Trace. and besides... even if I did try... I could never get girlier than you.. I mean seriously?... the purse?.. is that even necessary???"

She sighed and giggled lightly. "I guess you're right...hm.. you're already improving at your fashion sense... " I snorted and just drove us to school.

We reached the senior parking lot and I started panicking.

"You okay there Bails?" Tracy looked at me in concern.. probably because I looked like I was about to throw up,
"I ... ugh... this is going to be soo weird?!?! Can you just cancel this? PLEASE?!? I'll do ANYTHING else?" SHe shook her head with a smirk.
"A bet.. is a bet Bails... and besides.. why the heck are you worried... Trust me.. all the boys will be drooling over you... even that Popular boy... Harry."

Ugh.. " Yah right Trace.. Harry would be the last person to fall for me.. especially when all those sluts are shoving up their fake-boobs into his face.. and besides... I hate him."



We walked towards the building, and I started to pull my dress down a bit.. since I was feeling VERY VERY exposed. I wonder how Tracy does it. Just please.. make this day go by as fast as possible.

I walked closely with Tracy and started to notice some of the boys looking at me with their jaws dropped. Did I look that bad? Ugh.. this is so embarrassing! I pretended to not notice them and just walked towards my locker.

To my surprise, the last person I wanted to see was leaning against it.
The one and only.. Harry fucking Styles.

I don't know why I hate him so much. It's just.. he's a jerk who plays with emotions and thats just drama shit I would never want to deal with. He's also an egotistical bastard who thinks he's some sort of god just because girls are always drooling over his so-called "Sexy" appearance. I don't see it.. sure he's good-looking but... what a jerk?!?!

The worst thing about him being on my locker was the fact that he wasn't alone. HE was literally snogging with Breanna, the biggest slut in our school. The sight was disgusting and I almost decided to not go to my locker, but I had to.. since my math textbook was in there.

I walked up cautiously and made sure to keep a three feet distance from the two sucking eachothers faces off.

I cleared my throat hoping to catch their attention.. but of-course.. they didn't notice. OKay now.. I was seriously annoyed.

"Excuse-me.. will you get yourselves off my locker and do your shit somewhere else.. I kinda need MY locker." I sad in anger.. making sure to express the word "my."

They suddenly stopped and turned to look at me. Breanna gasped and Harry's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open slightly as he started to check me out. Ew.

"What are you.. deaf ?!? stop staring at me like morons and move over." They snapped out of it and Breanna huffed in disgust.
"Ew.. what happened to you? You used to look ugly.. now your even uglier?!?! Yuck.. Let's get away from her Harry... and finish what we started yah?" She said the last part seductively biting her lip.. and it was making me want to throw up.

Harry didn't say anything and let her grab and pull him behind her. All the while, he continued to stare at me and it was horrible.

I opened up my locker and took my textbook. I rush towards class and set myself down next to Tracy. Perks of being in the worlds most boring class: having your best friend right next to you. We usually send each other funny notes and we crack jokes during the class all the time... and we've never been caught!

The bell for class hadn't rung yet so we just talked a bit.

"So... got anybody's eyes on you?" Tracy looked at me with interest.
"Uh.. well everybody is looking at me as if I have a big wart on my face or something. and.. you won't believe who I found at my locker today." I tell her, and as expected; she nudges for me to go on.

"I saw THE Harry styles making-out with Breanna.. ON MY FREAKING LOCKER!! That was the worst sight ever. And to make things worse.. when I asked them to move.. they just stared at me like everybody else in this school.. but Harry.. oh god this is gross but.. he like literally checked me out and .. oh god.. I'm gonna throw up.. I swear I would've punched his face. Thanks a lot Trace.. this stupid outfit is gonna be the death of me."

Tracy just stared at me like I was the devil. "What?" I ask casually. She gulps in fear and looks at something behind me. I turn around and find someone towering literally over me. I look up to meet two green eyes. Wow.. they're beautiful.

"Thanks love... but to be honest.. you're the one whose looking beautiful today." I lean back to see his face.. HARRY?!?! Shit did I said that out loud.! FUCK!

"What?!? uh.. yah.. no.. I didn't call YOU beautiful.. I would never say that." I say pushing my desk away from him.

He bent down closer to my face.. only millimeters away and whispered hotly in my ear,"It's okay, love. There's no need to be nervous." I could feel his breath against my ear and for some reason, that left me flustered and I could feel goosebumps all over. What the heck is he doing?!?

"Psh... n.nervous.. with you... hmph... gimme a break. If there is anything I'm the slightest bit nervous or afraid of.. you don't even come close to making the list. Now if you'll move yourself away from me.. I'd appreciate it."

I looked at him with disgust and he just smirked and licked his lips.
"Yah.. yah.. that's what you think.. Baily.. but if you don't know already.. every single girl in this school has fallen for me and I know I have that affect on girls. You don't have to lie about it."

HOW THE FUCK DID HE KNOW MY NAME?!?! I did what I thought of first, I just flipped him. He was bothering me like fuck. He just laughed and winked at me before going to his seat, which to my despair, was right next to me.

As if this day couldn't get any better, we were assigned projects. YAY!

When our math teacher mentioned partners, I quickly gave Tracy the 'eye' which signaled that we would be partners. But our math teacher, who normally let's us choose our partners, did something totally unexpected.

"So I know I normally trust you guys to find your own partners and I still do. However, I will make one pairing that I feel is necessary based of the grades in this class. I will be pairing up Baily and Harry for this project because I feel that since Baily does have the highest grade in this class, it would benefit Mr.Styles bring up his rather low grade. The rest of you can now choose whoever you want. Baily and Harry, come up to my desk, please."

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!! ANYONE BUT HARRY?!?!?

I looked at Tracy in shock and she had the same expression plastered on her face. I turned to look at Harry who seemed slightly confused too. He then looked at me, and his expression turned to that of evil. He stood up smirking and went up to the teacher's desk. I forced myself up as well and dragged my feet to the desk.

"Well, hello you two. I know that you might've not wanted this as I always let you choose partners and do forgive me for that. But Baily, you have had the highest grade in this class and Harry, here, needs some help. So, I thought that it would be helpful if you both worked on the project together, and maybe Harry might receive his needed help that way. It's a hands-on experience! So... you two okay with that?" I was about to tell him I couldn't, when that doofus cut-in.

"Ofcourse Mr.Winkler! I would love some help. And a HANDS-ON EXPERIENCE, you say?! Couldn't have wanted more! I'd love to work with Baily." I stood there shocked. One, because he did the opposite of what I thought would happen and two, his emphasis on "hands-on experience" had a totally different meaning to it , that our stupid teacher obviously hadn't caught onto.

"Fantastic! I can't wait to see what you both come up with. Alright, Here's the packet. IF I were you, I'd start on it today since it has a lot of parts to it. Also, since you both may not be comfortable working together, I suggest meeting up and getting to know one another, its all about working with others; whether you know 'em or not! Alright you guys, go back to your seats and thanks for working with this."

My teacher was absolutely nuts?!? I mean he was one of the nicest teachers I had but... REALLY?!?! Meeting-up?? Getting to know one another?? WHAT KIND OF A SICK WORLD IS THIS?!?!

I went back to my seat, and Mr.Winkler went on about how excited he was about this project and what his expectations were.
Meanwhile, Tracy and I passed notes to one anther

Tracy: What did Mr.Winkler say?

Baily: I have to fucking meet up with that moron-face today... and I'm freaking out.. there's no way out of this.. Help me!

Tracy: Oh god Bails! I'm so sorry. Just make sure to have your phone with you when you meet up with him. and call me if he tries anything.. I'll make sure to kick his ass.

I giggled a little at her harsh comment.
"Excuse-me, Baily? Is there something you wish to share with the class?" SHIT... for the first time in forever... I had been caught!! Luckily, I made up some shitty excuse and he believed me.
This could only mean one thing. My world was now going to turn upside-down.. all because of this fucking dress and that dick-head, Harry Styles.

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-After the last bell-

OMYGOD!

School's almost over and I can't fucking wait to get out of this dress. The rest of the day was spent going to classes and getting shocked expressions and by now, I was used to it.

However, everytime I'd walk past Harry, he'd let out a low whistle or say something to annoy me.
What's with the guy?!?! Before, he didn't even know I existed.....i think. But how'd he know my name then?!? Probably saw it on my homework or something. The point is... why the heck is he acting like we've known eachother when today was like the first time i even talked to him?!?! Like I said,... jerk!?!? Is it because of the dress? Maybe he was just tryin to make fun of me?? Yah.. that's it.

Well, the bell had rung and I was going to head home. But I went to my locker to get my stuff. I slammed my locker shut and turned around only to be pushed back against it.

There was Harry, with his face so close to mine and his hands placed onto the lockers behind me; nearly squeezing me in between him and the lockers. I tried to push him off me, but for some fucking reason, he didn't budge.

"What the fu-" He cut me short my pushing his lips onto mine. Before I could grasp what was happening, I started to kiss back. For some reason, no matter how much of a dick he was.. I fell in love with the kiss. He lips tasted like vanilla as they smoothly glided over mine. In the heat of the moment, I placed my hand through his hair and pulled at it lightly, earning a groan as he pushed into me against the locker. His hands glided down the side of my cardigan and he gently tugged it off of my shoulder, revealing my thin straps which he also pulled off my shoulder.
He broke the kiss and started to gently suck down my jaw and neck over to my now bare shoulder, causing me to moan lightly.

Suddenly, it hit me.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?" I pushed him off of me and pulled my outfit back in place. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"I asked with absolute scorn. He looked slightly hurt but it disappeared as a smirk came up on his face.
"what do you mean Baily? I was merely doing what I had wanted to do to you when I saw you this morning in that dress of yours. I never thought you were the type to look sexy like that but.. you should've seen the boner I sported when I saw you bend down in history to pick up that piece of paper off the ground. You were being such a fucking tease.. showing me your cleavage and getting me all horny at the thought of you naked... and I needed to do something about it... and this- was supposed to help with that." He pointed towards my locker so as to indicate our recent kissing scene.

"Ew.. you're such a... ugh! Just... get away from me..." I grabbed my bag and turned towards the exit when I was grabbed back and slammed against the lockers... again!
"I don't know if you forgot or not.. but we have a math project which we're supposed to meet up after school today for??" Oh shit.. almost forgot.
"SO how about we.. head over to mine ,since no ones home, and get this project started with, hmm?" He whispered into my ear seductively.
I could feel myself with that same flustered feeling I had in the morning. Fuck. Whats wrong with me? I hate Harry.

"yah.. no. I'm not going to your place. If you really want to have to do this fucking meet-up, its either at my house or we'll make up some shitty excuse to Mr.Winkler tomorrow." I said hoping that I could get this over with.

"What's wrong with my place? It's not like... oh wait... aha... I see. Someone's afraid of what might happen. Why? You're afraid you'll fall for me don't you? Just like you did with that kiss? You're afraid you're gonna start liking me?" He stared at me, this time with more of a curiosity than that of his classic smirk.
Was he right? Was I only saying 'no' because I was.... afraid?

"uh.. for your information. That kiss caught me off-guard and I was taken-back by it. That doesn't mean I'm falling for you or anything." I replied with anger.
His eyebrows creased together like he was trying to figure me out before he returned to a smirk.
"Very well then, love. I'll see you in fifteen minutes at my place then. I'll text you the address." He got off of me from the locker and walked away, leaving me confused.

"Wait!! I don't have your number!" I screamed out to him. He just turned around and winked at me before walking away.
"Um.... I'm starting to feel he has issues." I run to my car embracing the worst from Tracy when I spot her making-out with her boyfriend, Trevor... AGAINST MY FUCKING CAR!?!? what is it with people. Why the fuck are they always doing stuff on my property. First my locker, now my precious baby, my car....

"TRACYY?!?! AGH! Will you two stop it? I'm going to throw up all over your expensive shoes Trace, if you dont get off of my damn car." I half-yelled and threatened at them. They reluctantly let go of eachother and Trevor quickly pecked Tracy, before turning around and giving me a smile.
" Hey there Baily! Well someone here is in an awfully bad mood today! Oh and I forgot to ask, but everybody in the senior class has been talking about it all DAY!! What's with the sudden dress change?" I mentally groan.
"Leave her alone, babe. The girl has been through quite a lot today. It was a bet.. nothing more, nothing less." Tracy said for me.
Trevor just shrugged and pecked Tracy once again before saying he had to head for his soccer game today.
"So... what took you so long to get out? I thought you were getting your stuff from the locker?" She asked skeptically.

I explained to her the events that had occurred and she looked quite horrified!
"WHAT THE FUCK BAILS?!? If you hate him.. why would you kiss him back. You're basically falling under his spell. And now if that doesn't help.. you're going to go to his house without anybody, ALL BY YOUR SELF?!?!"
I just nodded not knowing what to say."Y..y.y.ah but... I didn't mean to kiss. I was... uh... " Shit.. I didn't have a reason.
Tracy just shook her head in disbelief, as my phone vibrating indicating that I received a message.
I picked it up after I had dropped off Tracy, who let me go off with a few warnings- you know, to be safe with harry and stuff.

Harry, the sex-god sent: Hey babe.. come to this address. 90611 Portland Dr., Hutcherson, Terebithia, 30897 ( A/N: made-up place) Wear something sexy. ;P- Harry xx.

Oh that sneaky bastard! He must've taken my phone and added his number into it. and "Wear something sexy?" yah.. this is going to be just great... pathetically great!

Baily: I'm not gonna even ask u how u got my num... but know that I'm only staying for 15 mins and I'm gonna leave... also, don't call me babe..

I was going to go back home but I decided the faster I finished this lame meet-up, the faster I can get back home and AWAY from him. My phone buzzed again, just as I was about to text back to Harry.

Harry, the sex-god: Whatever you wanna do, BABE.... when you comin? -Harry xx.

I rolled my eyes even though I knew that he couldn't see me. God.. he was testing me!

Baily: Actually, I'm close-by, so I'm coming rite now... and I'm serious.. dont call me babe

HE replied immediately.

Harry, the sex-god: k, see ya soon babe! -Harry xx.

Yah.. now he was really pissing me off. I came up towards a mansion-like house. Of course, I had to have expected that. Not only was he a self-centered moron, but he was a rich brat. Obviously.... he's popular!

I parked my car in front of his house and walked up towards the intricately decorated doors. I pushed the doorbell, and heard a 'Ding Dong' vibrate through their house.
I heard footsteps making their way to the door, and for some reason I started feeling slightly nervous. Why? .... I don't know.

The doors flew open and there stood Harry. Except something was different. He was no longer in his 'cool' preppy outfit, but in a pair of sweatpants that hung low. He wasn't even wearing a shirt?!?! I mean I knew the girls were always googly-eyed about him because of he was attractive, but seeing him shirtless and his v-lines prominent was probably the hottest thing ever.

FUCK... what am I saying?!?! Do i find him hot?!?!

I must have been staring too long when he pulled into and a smirk and said,"I understand that it's hard to stop looking at me, but can you hurry up cause its cold and I'm sure you've noticed, I'm kinda lacking some clothing." I snapped out of it and I could feel my cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
"I wasn't looking at you." I pushed past him and went to take my shoes off. I'm pretty well-mannered if you ask me. HE shut the door making sure to bang it real loud.. just to scare me I think, because I jumped slightly.

I placed my converse to the side and stood in front of him, waiting for him to somehow direct me to where we were going to work, but he just stood there against the door staring up and down at me, as if he was in a trance. I saw him lick his lips and for some reason, his eyes were turning to that of lust and danger.

"Uh.. Harry?" I whispered. Why the fuck was I whispering?!? I consciously pulled my cardigan closer trying to conceal the dress. He shook out of it and awkwardly rubbed his neck.
"Oh ya... uh.. up!" He said pointing to the stairs.
"like ... to your.. bedroom?" I asked with a slight tension.
He looked at me confused.. but smirked and laughed it a little. "Yes... MY bedroom. Want to lead the way... babe?"
I gulped.. oh god. I don't like where this is going. Maybe I should've changed atleast before coming here. UGH! I'm so stupid. I'm already uncomfortable in front of him, and this dress made things worse. I cautiously walked up the stairs, but halfway through. I felt someone staring at me. I looked back and of course.. Harry was walking right behind, with his eyes on my... BUTT?!?! I instinctively pulled my dress down placed my hands my back to make it look casual, while still covering it up.

We reached the top and it was quite big. There were several rooms and I stood there waiting for him to show me his room. He took a left and opened up the closest door. HE ushered me to step in first and so I did.
The room blew me away... I was expecting a very expensive looking one, probably even with diamonds lining up the wall. But what I saw was quite the opposite of the rest of the house.

The walls were blue, with posters of some pretty famous soccer players. I also saw that he had pretty much everything a normal teenage boy would. His room, seemed so simple, almost like my room.. except a lot more.. i don't know.. boyish?

I turned around as he closed his door. He turned around and stood there expecting me to say something.

"What's with the whole, normal guy vibe I'm getting? I was expecting-" I was cut-off by his somewhat sad voice.
"You were expecting some kind of a diamond-filled rich room, weren't you? *sigh* I normally don't do this.. Heck.. I've never done this but... I kinda want to tell you something.. can I?"
For some reason, I did not see that rich pig I was used to hating.. instead, I saw a poor lonesome guy, afraid to speak and it was heart-wrenching to watch.
"Go on. I'm all ears." I said softly. He nodded towards his chair and I set myself on it. He went to his bed and sat down and began speaking.

"I know you think of me as some kind of a jerk... and I agree, I am. But, thats not really me. This-" He said pointing to his room"-this is what I want to be. I don't want to be rich. Many people think that being fully-loaded with money is the best thing to ask for and that it's the perfect life but.. it's not. Growing-up, my parents never really cared. They left me alone all the time, spending their money on useless crap and partying. I practically grew up without my parents. My butler, Ronald, was the one who took care of me really. He's more like the loving-father-figure I never had. And.. that's why I act like that at school. I am a player. I brake hearts and I cheat. I do it because.. I'm upset..enraged. I want everybody else to feel the pain of being broken-hearted and alone. I've done it to every girl in our school, even your friend Tracy."

TRACY?!? how come she never mentioned this before? He continued.

"But nearly one year ago, there was one girl that changed it all for me. Sure.. I still continued what I did but.. this girl. She wouldn't fall for me. I tried everything. I teased her and tried to catch her attention, but it was like she hated me so much that... she resisted me. That angered me.. A LOT! SO, I decided to stop talking to her, hoping that she'd see my silence and get attracted. But, she did not falter. During my silence period, I started to observe her more closely. She wouldn't notice, but I would watch her. I noticed how simple she was, yet how... beautiful. The way she laughed, the way she huffed in anger. I started falling for her. I denied the fact for a while now, but today ... I've accepted it. Baily..."

He stood up and came closer to me. He took my hand in his and stared at me with tear-filled eyes.

"That girl.... is you."

I can't believe it. Harry.. the spoiled, annoying, self-centered, rich jerk.. was now a broken-hearted, vulnerable boy.. in love. I was shocked, but mesmerized by his words. His tears were now spilling out as he held onto my hand still staring at me. I did what came first to my head.

I kissed him.

The kiss was not the like the one we had shared earlier. It was passionate, filled with love and compassion. As we kissed, I wiped his tears and realized something, I always knew but was afraid to admit.

I was in love with Harry Styles.

I had always liked him. When I had first met him, I was attracted. To everybody: he was just a popular hot jerk, but I saw something else in him, I was positive he wasn't what he made up to be. But when he had started to tease me in the beginning, I started hating him. I never understood why I hate him so much. I hated him because I knew that I couldn't stop loving him. I had always liked him and by trying to hate him; I had hoped the feeling would've faded.. but I suppose they hadn't.

By now, the kiss had turned more hot, and for some reason, we were already on his bed. We broke the kiss, and Harry started gently sucking along my jaw and right underneath my ear. I moaned.

He whispered seductively," You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this to you. Seeing you in this fucking dress drove me nuts today.. I want you, Baily..... so bad." His voice was like a drug.. pulling me into a spell as he peeled off my cardigan. My dress was slightly riding up, but I couldn't care less.

I dragged my hands along his toned chest as he continued to kiss my neck earning several moans from me. I finally reached his crotch and found that he was hard already. He gasped slightly when I touched him there. Suddenly, his beautiful green eyes, turned to that of lust-filled and it turned me on even more.

He grabbed the straps of my dress and easily pulled the dress off of me leaving me in only my matching black lace bra and panties. He stared at me with hunger and bit his bottom lip. He looked at me in the eyes before saying, " Your so fucking beautiful... fuck.. I want you..."
He pinned my arms up and attacked the visible part of my breasts above my bra.
HE used his teeth to gently pull my bra down and latched onto my semi-hard nipple. His action causes me to moan his name in ecstacy.

He finally lets go of my hands and unclips my bra, throwing it to the side. He nibbles, sucks, and gropes my breasts.. as I pulled his hair . I could feel myself grinding against his now prominent bulge.

I felt his kisses start to head downwards slowly to my wet core. He opened up my legs and gently placed kisses on my thighs .
"Please Harry.." I said, wanting him to give me release.

He licked my throbbing core lightly over my panties, I moaned with pleasure. He then pulled my panties down and threw them on the ground.
He stared at my wet core, and without further hesitation.. latched onto as he had with my nipples previously. He copied the same actions: the whole nibbling and sucking and licking. He held onto my legs.

"Just as sweet as I had imagined... fuck you taste so good, baby... so good.." he said between licks.

I could feel me reaching my high.. "OH Fuck.. Harry.. I'm-m... uh.. gonna cum..." HE instantly let go... and I groaned in frustration...
"Why'd you stop?" I looked at him quizzically.. but he only gave me a goofy grin...
"I want to be inside you, when you cum." He said cutely. I laughed, and he looked at me confused.
"Why are you laughing? It wasn't even that funny!" He said, pouting.
"Gosh darn it, Harry.. ur being so.. cute.." I got up and crawled up to him and started kissing him. HE did the same.
I took the edge of his sweatpants and pulled them off of him leaving him in only his boxers. I pulled those down too as his erect penis popped out.

He pushed me down onto the bed. "Are you on the pill?" he asked. I nodded.
He bent down and kissed me hard as he immediately thrusted into me, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He quickened the pace and we were both reaching our high as his thrust became sloppier.
"Fuck.. Baily.... your so fucking perfect... I'm gonna cum... baby.. oh god.." he moaned.
"Fuck... oh god.. me too.. harry.." HE continued to thrust in and out, and soon.. I came and so did he. We rode out our orgasms and it was fucking amazing.

He fell on top of me as we collected our breath.

"I love you, Baily. I always have." I watched him lift his head up as he stared at me.
"I know I've always hated you.. but.. It was only because.. I was afraid of falling in love with you. BUt.. now.. I'm not worried about doing that anymore because I already have. I love you too, Harry!"

That one day changed everything. It all started because of one silly lame bet to wear a fucking dress and a math project. I couldn't be more happier than ever. You could say, Harry never again broke hearts and cheated because we haven't separated since. He left all of his bad habits and worked to achieve a better profile in school.

Once high school finished, we went to college together and found jobs we were very fond of. We are now excitingly.. engaged!! and are going to get married soon!

Tracy and I are not as close now, but we do occasionally talk and we've remained as good friends. But as of now, my partner in crime is my bestie Casandra who works at Starbucks. I had met her during college. We were actually walking in the mall when a pretty cute guy ( not as hot as my fiancé) came up to Casandra and gave her smirk, before winking at her. She rolled her eyes and said, "Get away from me ya moron."
She pulled me away from him and dragged me to Sephora. I turned around and found him eyeing her, but there was... love in his eyes.

"Woah! Hold on Cassie! What's the rush. Besides, who is that guy? He seemed to like you." She snorts. "Ugh.. him? He's Rick! He's a rich jerk that has this whole gang that comes to Starbucks every wednesdays and fridays. He is so cute.. but what's the point when he's always out being a moronic brat all the time. Psh.. he doesn't like me Baily... and besides.... I HATE HIM!"

Now where have I heard that phrase before?

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