I was happy to finally be out of this hell hole known as the University of Oxford. I didn’t know why they even invented university in the first place – it just left young adults broke with massive loans to pay off. Most of these people probably wouldn’t even find a suitable job even with qualifications from uni. They were just a load of twats who would more than likely work in a garage or become nannies and clean people’s homes and watch after their children. I didn’t plan on being one of those people though. I wanted to be a photographer and I was something of a freelancing one at the moment so to speak. I did a few of my friends' parties, but that was the extent of it.

In all honesty, I didn’t have to be here let alone want to be here. The only reason that I was even in university was because of my mum. She really wanted me to earn my qualifications and do something with my life before she passed. That was something she really got on my case about – she wanted me to do better than she and my dad had done. Although they had me fairly young, they were able to make a living. My dad went back to school in order to become a neurosurgeon while my mom stayed at home with me. Sometimes she worked at the local library to earn a bit more money while my grandparents looked after me.

Before my mum’s car accident, I wanted to go to uni and become a pediatrician. I absolutely loved kids and I wanted to be able to make them feel better the way my mum did when I was feeling under the weather. Now that she’s gone, everything just isn’t the same – I don’t have that same desire that I had to attend university, I wasn’t the A student that I was before, and I wasn’t the girl that I was when my mum was here. It was like I was living my life just to wait on the day when I was finally gone.

One good thing came out of all of the unfortunate events that took place in my life. My father and I are getting on much better than we did before. When he and my mum were still together, he worked a lot and I rarely got to see him. Sometimes he’d take me to the park to watch the birds fly around or take me out for ice cream if I behaved myself, which I always did. Once mum was gone, he had to cut back on his work hours to take care of everything that mum usually took care of, including me. The first few years were a bit rough – he always got lost dropping me off at school, he never knew how to deal with me when I went into these weird emotional bouts, and when it came to me finally hitting puberty, he didn’t know how to handle it so he called our neighbor Sara – but somehow he managed to make it work and I loved him for it.

I was ready to be reunited with my dad, but I wasn’t looking forward to the 2 hour drive back to Holmes Chapel. Most of my things were already loaded up in the massive boot; I just needed to grab the pictures that hung on my walls and my mum’s music box on my desk before I was out of this place for summer break. As I waited for the lift, I began to look around the almost vacant building and the memories just flooded into my mind. No matter how much I loathed this place, I was surely going to miss it; I was going to miss Samantha’s weekly banter about which guy she had her eyes on, Charlotte’s lack of patience as she waited for me to walk to lessons together, and I was definitely going to miss Ashley’s fits when we “accidentally” ate her ice cream.

Just as I was starting to feel an inkling of love for this place, my thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the lift. I was in a hurry to get home and I wasn’t really in the mood to wait for people to unload off the lift. Without looking up from the ground, I began to walk through the open doors before I was met with what seemed like a rock solid wall. After stumbling backwards a bit, I looked up to see Ethan, my kind of boyfriend?

I didn’t know what to call him – we did all of the things that couples did. We held hands whenever we went out on the town, we kissed each other whenever the time seemed right, and of course we tussled around under the covers when either of us was in the mood, but neither of us ever used the title of boyfriend or girlfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t even think you could call us friends. Ethan and I didn’t talk much outside of the bedroom unless we were away from the campus where no one could see us.

It didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Of course he was ashamed to be seen with me – I was an embarrassment. We just so happened to run into each other at a party Sam had the first few weeks of uni. With alcohol in our systems and temptation in the air, we ended up having a shag. The only reason we still dealt with one another was because I was a good shag. I normally didn’t do things like this, but I didn’t care anymore. He helped to get my mind off things even if he didn’t know it.

He was a very handsome bloke, and I understood why we didn’t associate with each other. Where he was tall, good looking and charming, I was awkward, average, and clumsy. He was the star of the football team and all the girls wanted him. I was that girl that kept her head in the books and admired things from afar.
I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to him, let alone be near him, but I didn’t want to seem rude. “Oh, hey” I let out a soft greeting as I avoided making eye contact with him. I hoped he'd caught on to my lack of interest as I tried to push passed him so I could get my belongings and be on my merry way back home already.

He quickly cut me off by placing his arm on the other side of the elevator door, blocking the entrance into the lift. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

“What do you want Ethan? I’m trying to get home before it gets dark out and I have a two hour drive back” I replied with a roll of my eyes, clearly annoyed by his presence at the moment.

The smirk remained on his face and his eyes grew dark with lust. “You know I like it when you’re feisty. It kind of turns me on” he growled as he stepped closer to me, placing a hand on my waist and lowering his head.

Although my mind was telling me to push passed him, my body was telling me something different. His lips lingered above mine for what felt like forever and I was growing restless. My body couldn’t wait any longer to get its fix so within seconds my lips were attached to his. I was hungry for the taste that his lips allowed and I was even hungrier for him to enter his member inside of me.

His tongue grazed my bottom lip, eager for me to open my mouth and allow it entrance. My mouth parted, granting his tongue entrance. As soon as our tongues met, they were fighting for dominance – I never liked being the one to surrender, I liked being the one on top – in more ways than one.

The alarm to the lift began ringing through our ears indicating that the lift had been open for too long, but that didn’t stop us from continuing on withour actions. Without breaking apart from one another, we stepped inside and hit the button to my floor. As soon as the doors to the lift opened, we were out and making our way to my room. We’d done this so many times that we easily made it to my door without fumbling or falling on our arses.

I wrapped my legs around his toned waist as he lifted me off the ground and carried me to my bedroom. Once the bed was in sight, he dropped me onto my back as he took his shirt off in one quick motion. I didn’t want to waste any time either and I was all too used to doing things rather quickly. My clothes were off of my body and on the floor in less than a minute while Ethan was still struggling to get untangled from his trousers. I was starting to get irritated with his idiocy and decided to take matters into my own hands.

Hopping off the bed, I made my way over to him, pulling his trousers and boxers from around his ankles.
I was immediately greeted by his hard member and I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Ethan had a cock that exceeded all expectations I ever had. The first time I had heard about Ethan and his massive penis, I was walking by a group of girls in front of the library. I recognized the one that was talking as Casey, the star of the girls swim team. She was reciting the events that occurred the night before – with Ethan nonetheless. She told her mates of how she was completely pissed and ran into him at a party and they had sex. She was raving that he had a huge cock and that he definitely knew how to use it because her kitty was still itching for more.

In all honesty, when my time came around I didn’t think that Casey would be so spot on seeing as she was trashed during her encounter with Ethan. Even with alcohol running through my veins, I was sober enough to know what I was getting into and realized that Casey was right about his equipment.

I took his throbbing member in my hand as I looked up at him with a sly smirk. He knew what was coming and the look on his face was one of urgency and restlessness. I decided to play with him a bit – I placed the tip of his member on my bottom lip, slowly making circles with it around my mouth before placing the head slightly in my gob. My tongue circled around it playfully before I took it out of my mouth. I slowly began to stroke my hand up and down the shaft of his penis, watching as his eyes rolled backwards – he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

Without wasting any more time, I placed all of him inside of my mouth as I continued moving my hand. My hand and mouth moved in unison as I noticed his toes begin to curl. I’ve come to realize that when his toes curled, he was close to his limit. Knowing this, I quickened my movements as his hips began to jerk every so often. Before he could get off, I pulled away and pushed him backwards onto the bed. My lips attached to his within seconds as I reached to grab a johnny. Effortlessly, I slipped it onto his penis before I straddled his hips and slowly began to inch my way down it.

My movements were slow at first, adjusting to the huge object that was now inside of me. Once my body took in the not-so-foreign object, my movements began to quicken. Our hips moved in unison as I rode his cock, going down all the way to feel the full effect that he allowed. He grabbed my breasts with his hands, running his thumb over my nipples before engulfing one in his mouth. His tongue flicked across my nipple, making it harder than it was before and turning me on even more. He held my hard nipple between his teeth before pulling away slowly and with ease, causing a moan to escape my lips.

He continued his actions, even hungrier for me than he was moments before. This motivated me more as I quickened the pace, hearing low grunts escape from his lips. I was on the verge of climaxing as his hand moved in between my legs, rubbing his fingers over my clit. More moans began to escape from my lips as I was seconds away from getting off. I knew he was on the verge as well as his hips buckled for the second time. I wasn’t worried about him – I wanted to get my fix and he could finish himself off if need be. With one more bounce on his large penis, I was done. My movements slowed again, allowing myself to catch my breath and regain my stamina. I lazily rolled off of Ethan who had a confused look on his face.

He sat up on my bed, gasping for air as I searched the floor for my clothes. “Hey, what about me? Aren’t you gonna let me finish” he asked while combing his fingers through his hair. I absolutely loved teasing him and today was no different.

“I figured I’d give you something to remember me by. Now you have a reason to come visit so I can finish you off properly” I explained with a wink as I began redressing. I didn’t expect him to say anything, just to put his clothes on as well so when his voice filled the room, I was a bit startled.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer” he replied with a smirk before hopping off the bed and putting on his clothes.

I smiled at him and turned around to gather the things I’d come up here for in the first place. I was about to walk out the door before a hand grabbed ahold of my arm. I was spun around and met by a pair of grey eyes and a smug smirk. “Thought you’d leave here without saying goodbye did you” he questioned before bending down and placing a kiss on my lips. “I’ll see you over the break then, yeah?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure if I even really wanted to see him once school was over, but I knew it wouldn’t hurt to get a quick shag out of him again. “Yeah, you will” I replied before turning around and heading towards the door. I wasn’t expecting to feel a slight stinging on my arse, but I knew he couldn’t resist slapping it. I quickly turned around to see him wiggling his eyebrows up and down before he winked at me. A chuckled escaped my lips as I shook my head, turning on my heels to leave.

***

The two hour drive wasn’t as pleasant as I’d hoped it would be. It was already dark and the drive took longer than I had expected – I guess traffic was at its worst because everyone was moving back home from uni. It took me almost an extra hour to make it back home and I was really agitated. I had just spent 3 hours cramped up in a car driving in the dark and to top it off, it began to pour outside, making to harder to drive.

Once my house came into view, I parked in my driveway and got out of the car, sprinting to the front door to avoid getting soaked as much as possible. I knocked on the door, waiting for my dad to open it and engulf him in a much awaited, bone crushing hug. I couldn’t wait to see my dad. I wasn’t able to make it home as often as I would’ve liked to because school and work kept me busy.

I worked at a cafe a few blocks away from the campus. It was easy to make it to work without having to worry about being late if I woke up 15 minutes before my shift started. Although my dad had a very important and well-paying job at the hospital, I liked to be independent and do things on my own. For the most part, I was paying for all of my schooling and the bills I had acquired, but on occasion, my dad would insist that he pay for some things.

To my surprise, when the door swung open, I wasn’t met by my dad and his blue eyes, waiting to pull me into a hug. Instead, I was met with a pair of green eyes that I hadn’t seen in more than a year. I didn’t know what to make of it – why was he in my house, standing in my doorway like he lived here. My mind was racing with a million thoughts as my body filled with just about the same amount of emotions. What was he even doing here in the first place? Shouldn’t he be in Paris or Rome or Munich? For a moment, I thought I had been imaging him there and I was hoping that my eyes were playing tricks on me, but those hopes quickly shattered when he spoke.

He had a look of recognition and curiosity on his face as he acknowledged me standing there for the first time. “Abby, it’s so nice to see you” he said awestruck, eyeing me up and down, taking in my presence.
I didn’t feel comfortable in the slightest bit standing in front of him as he observed me. I had changed since the last time I saw him – I had grown up. When I was 16 I had matted and dull hair, my skin was very pale with freckles scattered across my cheeks, and I looked awkward, having the appearance of a small boy with the little assets I had. I had grown into my skin since then. My hair was no longer dull, but now had shine on good days and bounce. My skin was still pale during the winter months, but even then a bit of color was still evident on my skin. And of course, I finally matured from an awkward looking boy to a curvy young lady. I now had a decent sized chest and a round bum that could be seen through my jeans.

I quickly tried to cover up the bits of skin that were exposed for his eyes to ogle over. I felt like I was 16 again when people would stare at me because I was so weird and so awkward, making me even more self-conscious than I already was and it didn’t make it any better that it was the boy that I'd had a crush on since the day we met making me feel this way.

“Harry, who was that at the –” he started before being caught off guard.

Before either of us could say anything, my dad walked up behind the green eyed, curly haired boy that was standing in front of me, transfixed on the girl before him. He quickly pushed his way passed that boy and opened his arms, engulfing my in a long hug. “It’s so good to see you Petal” he cooed, using his nickname for me as he kissed my hair.

Once he let go, he ushered me inside the house before getting me a jumper to put on over my shirt that was damp from the rain. “I hope you don’t mind, but Harry’s staying over for dinner. He just got back from tour a few days ago and was asking about you.” It was now my turn to be caught off guard. I know my dad had the right intentions when he allowed Harry over for dinner, but I wasn’t too thrilled to catch up with this boy after everything that had occurred within the past year or so. All of the feelings that I felt towards him in his absence began to creep back inside of me. I didn’t even want to see his face let alone spend a whole night having dinner with him, but I had no choice – Harry Styles was back in my life, even if I didn’t want him to be.

Notes

Abigail's Outfit
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