I woke up not knowing where I was. There was a black leather sofa beneath my body, and the sun was shining in from two sliding-glass doors. I searched around and found my phone on the ground, the time reading 8:30. Cursing, I steadily raised myself off the couch and rubbed my eyes with my hands. I lazily walked around the strange house until I found the bathroom. When I opened the door, I had a flashback to watching Harry get sucked off last night. Bloody twat. I shook away the thought and took a nice long piss. At the sink, I grabbed a toothbrush and brushed away the leftovers of whatever it was I did last night. As I was rinsing it off, I heard a door open. Soon Matt appeared in the doorway, still in his t-shirt and boxers.

“Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?” He brushed past me and stood above the toilet seat. I stared at him awhile as he moved his cock out of his knickers. I couldn’t get a good view of it, but the rest of him looked ravishing. His biceps bulged under his white tee and his jaw line was perfectly chiseled. His hair was looking messier than ever, but for whatever reason it worked for him. At one point, he made eye contact.

“Well I can’t bloody piss if you’re watching! Why don’t you make us some tea?” I rolled my eyes and exited the bathroom to find the kitchen.

I grabbed a kettle to fill with water and then put it on the stove. Rummaging through his fridge and cupboard, I found a box of crumpets and some raspberry jam. Matt joined me just as the kettle started to whistle.

“How do you take your tea?” He asked as poured the steaming water into two mugs, then placed an Earl Grey tea bag in each.

“White with four sugars,” I replied as I spread the jam across my crumpet.

“That’s why you’re so sweet isn’t it?” He smiled and I flipped him off. Laughing, he made my tea and set it on the table in front of me. “I’m surprised you’re up this early, usually that much cocaine will knock me out for at least 8 hours.”

“I don’t sleep much.” I shrugged my shoulders as I ate. There was too much on my mind for me to get a good night’s rest, especially with Casanova sleeping in the next room. “What time did I pass out last night? I remember you made me watch some dumb fucking movie with you.”

“Hey! That was Casablanca and it is a classic! You were zonked about thirty minutes in, and I had to turn it off due to your loud snoring.” He winked and I threw my crumpet at him.

“Piss off! I don’t snore. It was probably the drugs.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it was.” He smiled that devilish smile at me and sipped his tea. “You do talk in your sleep, though. Something about a Harry? Is that your boyfriend?” Fuck. I need to see a therapist or something.

“No, he’s not my fucking boyfriend. Just some guy I ran into last night. What about you? Got yourself a girlfriend?” He shook his head and laughed before answering.

“Nah, not me. By the way, did you use my toothbrush?” I shrugged and got up from my seat.

“Well this was lovely and all, but I better get back to Camp Fun next door.” I started to walk towards the door before turning around. “If you want, next time we go to a party you can come along. I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked and walked over to me.

“I think it’d be more fun if I didn’t,” he whispered in my ear and sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my cheek and held the door open for me. I didn’t look him in the eyes as I left, letting out a sigh as soon as he shut the door.

Needing a smoke, I pulled out a fag and lit it. My phone started buzzing, and I saw Harry was calling me.

“What?” I spat into the receiver. I did not have time for anymore mind fucks.

“Toni, listen. I’m sorry for last night. I was so fucked up I didn’t know what I was doing.” I took a drag and rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me.

“It’s no problem, Styles. It’s not like we’re together. You fuck who you want, and I’ll fuck who I want. Simple as that, yeah?” I inhaled the tobacco again as I heard him sigh on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, I guess so. Can I make it up to you though? Are you free for lunch?” I crushed the cigarette stub under my stiletto as I thought.

“Meet me at 7th and Birchwood at noon. There’s a small pub there that makes a really good fish and chips. I’ll see you then.” I flipped my phone shut and entered Poppy’s house to take a much needed shower.

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I found Harry sitting on a bar stool with a pint in front of him when I entered the pub. I made sure I looked especially hot, and decided a low-cut black sweater and super short jean shorts would do the trick. I plopped down next to Curly Joe and ordered a dry martini.

“Toni! How are you?” His eyes traveled up and down my body but I pretended like I didn’t notice.

“Fine, Harold. And yourself?” He chuckled and drank another sip of his beer. He was wearing a grey London Loves LA t-shirt, tight dark skinny jeans with holes in the knees, and a faggot-ish fedora sat on his head. “By the way, the Olsen twins called, they want their hat back.” His cheeks turned a bright red and I knew I had got him good.

“Thanks, Toni. I appreciate it. I’m sorry, okay? No need to knock me down a few more levels.” He took his hat off his head and ruffled his hair. I stuck my bottom lip out and I blinked my eyes; poor baby felt embarrassed. He hit my shoulder and put ten quid on the bar to pay for my drink.

We sat in silence while we drank. Harry ordered two fish and chips, and as soon as I got mine I scarfed it down. There was nothing better than greasy food to cure a hangover. I twirled a chip in ketchup trying to think of something to say, but I felt too awkward to say anything. Soon we were both done with our meals and were now just sitting with our hands in our laps.

“So...want to go fuck?” He gave me a crooked smile and put his hat back on.

“Okay,” I said as I got off the stool. “But only if you don’t wear the hat, Bruno Mars.” He laughed and grabbed my hand to escort me to his car.

We arrived at a fancy flat in the east end of town and I guessed it was where Harry called home. He pulled into the garage and closed the door behind him. I followed him inside and looked around. Everything was quite beautiful, and it all looked so clean and fresh. He dropped his keys on the kitchen counter along with his gay-ass hat.

He turned around and without missing a beat, he lifted me up and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his torso and kissed back, turned on by his abrupt horniness. He carried me up the stairs and threw me on the bed, taking off his shirt and trousers. I threw off my sweater and unhooked my lace bra, trying to catch my breath from the sudden scenario. Once he was completely naked, he threw his body on top of mine and hovered over me.

“You look so fucking good,” he licked his lips as he eyed my exposed breasts. I responded by trying to unbutton my shorts, but the god damn thing was not budging. He noticed my struggle and shooed my hand away, then swiftly undid it in a matter of seconds. He kissed down my body as he took off my underwear, slight moans escaping my mouth. He rose onto his knees and threw them onto the floor, then spit on his growing erection and rubbed it. I locked my fingers around his hair as I anticipated his entry, and sighed with pleasure as he began to thrust.

It felt so good to have him in me again; I felt like I had been craving him ever since last night. He gripped my hips against his own as he pounded back and forth, both of us breathing heavy and getting ready for release. I dug my nails in his back as I felt myself come, feeling him do the same inside me. He rolled over as we both caught our breaths. I turned my head and watched his chest rise and fall; his butterfly tattoo on his stomach looking like it was fluttering. He raised his hand and faced me.

“High-five!” I raised my eyebrows but did as I was told.

“Uh, what the fuck? Did we just win a football match?” He laughed and shook his head.

“No, but we both came at the same time. I feel like that’s an accomplishment worth celebrating.” I laughed and hit him in the head with a pillow. He grabbed my arms and pulled me on top of him. I stared into his green eyes and without thinking kissed him. I quickly pulled away but he grabbed my face and kissed me harder. We looked into each other’s eyes for a minute, my face in his large hands. I shook him off of me and stood up to find my clothes.

“I forgot I have somewhere to be soon. I’ll text you.” I threw on my clothes and gave a soft smile before leaving his room.

“Toni, wait!” He called after me but I didn’t stop. I walked down the steps and opened the front door and was frightened by the piercing alarm that started wailing across the home. Harry ran downstairs and punched in a key code into the panel by the door. “Sorry, I forgot I had the alarm set.” He shrugged as he stood naked in front of me.

“It’s fine.” I opened the door slowly this time, and was happy nothing else decided to freak out.

“I can give you a ride if you want.” He looked at me with those pleading eyes again. “There’s no rush Toni.”

“I’m fine, Harry. Really. See you around.” I left his house and began to walk. I walked about three blocks until finally hailing a cab. I got in the back and looked at myself in the rearview mirror. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Take me to the closest bar,” I told the driver. Whatever it was, I knew a fucking drink couldn’t hurt.