Dear Brother

Dear Libarian

"Make love not war ; get married and do both!" ~ Anonymous

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Sitting in the Library well not studying just playing around with my laptop I like the silence, I notice the guy I have been avoiding in all black well does he ever wear any other colour anyways back to my point what is he doing here ? He has no absolute shame as he sits right next to with a smirk. Can I smack the back of his head ? Durn right.

I grab my phone from my pocket quickly texting the dimweed sitting next to me.

Me : What are you doing here Harry ?!?!!

He smiles as he reads my text, I simply roll my eyes. Let's just say i if this happened 2 years ago, I'd be flipping coins on cloud nine well if I said my feelings went away then my nose would have grown like Pinocchio. I'm attracted to Harry his cologne itself makes me sexually frustrated. I don't know if I really like him or my body just reacts to his actions fast.

Douchebag Styles : Studying what else...

I slap his hand away when I notice him resting it on my thigh, so much for wearing ripped jeans now theres contact between us and goosebumps just have to appear.

Me : Well couldn't you have sat else where ?

He snickers at my response with a chuckle as he puts his hand on his cheek looking at me. "You are really cute you know." He suddenly speaks in a raspy voice earning a warning glare from Mrs. Baldwin the librarian. She's quite sweet except when you make notice in the library so I don't reply to Harry's compliment or remark with Harry you never know.

I decide to ignore him by logging into my twitter and i********: reading some gossip for a while when I turn to my side his still looking at me with a smile tugged on his lips. Why does he have to be so cute ? Darn it.

Douchebag Styles : Do you know what I'm thinking about ?

He texts me and for some reason I get excited. What's wrong with me ?

Me : No I don't remember being able to read minds.

He laughs at my sarcasm glad he sensed it.

Douchebag Styles : How awesome would it be for me to take you on this desk...

If I said I didn't get excited when he said that, I would be lying right through my teeth. He's such a turn on but I know I shouldn't be too attached this is all just a game to him.

Me : it would be f*****g awesome.

I don't know what was going through my mind when I typed that. Thinking about Harry just gets me all hot and bothered.

Douchebag Styles : or the book shelves ? Follow me !

Suddenly Harry stands up towering me with his height, something in me says don't fucken do it but then it won't hurt to have a make up session with Harry since my life is so f*****g boring besides Zayn pissed me off the other day and if it bothers him so much for me to screw around with Harry then I can't wait to rub it in his face. The only rule is I won't fall for Harry, I just have to use him as much as he uses me. I just want to flip Zayn and Harry off, like killing two birds with one stone. I stand up gulping and exhaling the breath I had no idea I was holding.

Making my way to the last eisle where no one really ever goes because the books in that section are all covered in dust and kinda boring. Don't know why I feel excited to play around with Harry and hurt Zayn at the same time. Walking over to where Harry stands I don't waste time immediately lacing my hands around his neck standing on my tippy toes as I perk his bottom lip just to tease him. He deepens his kiss as his tongue rolls against mine taste of mint and I don't go against it. After a while of lip biting and sloppy neck kisses and pushing of bodies on the book shelves he whispers " Zaneh you are so f*****g hot." Which only makes me smile as I give him a peck on the cheek before letting go taking my time to go back to my sit as I fix my hair. I become all flustered when I notice hickeys on my neck...unfortunately my tank top isn't any help to cover my neck up.

After some few moments Harry makes his way back to his sit. People immediately glare at us, I use my hand to cover my neck.

Douchebag styles : I'm out of here, do you want a ride ?

Me : No thanks

Douchebag styles : Are you sacred you won't be able to control yourself when we are alone in the car huh babe ?

Me : how ironic, says the person who came to the library and couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Douchebag Styles : For an a woefully sweet looking girl, you have a dirt mouth imagine all the other things you could do with that smart mouth.

Me : This conversation never happened.

Douchebag styles : Don't tell me you have never done it before.

Me : Shut up styles, I will not be putting anyone's c**k in my mouth so disgusting.

Douchebag styles : oh its fine, I can teach you.

Me : Thanks but no thanks.

Douchebag styles : I think that's a yes in my vocabulary.

Harry stands up kissing me out of the blue not minding the fact that we are in a public space. "Bye babe imma call you later, yeah ?" He smirks.

"Yeah." I kiss him back which surprises him but he quickly recovers.

I hate to see him leave but I love to watch him go.

"You and your boyfriend are so cute, you are goals." A girl who's sat across me smiles.

"Oh, no he isn't my-" I stumble upon the words to use.

"Its fine whatever you guys are...its cute." She smiles returning her to eyes scuffled books. I don't reply because I'm still trying to recover from just happened ...where did my confidence come from ? My hatred for Zayn maybe...

Harry and Zayn have hurt me more than I can count its pay back time.

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