Notes

Click here to enable desktop notifications for Gmail. Learn more Hide
Gmail
COMPOSE
Labels
Inbox (29)
Starred
Sent Mail
Drafts
More labels
Hangouts




More
1 of 43

Print all In new window
roleplay
Inbox
x

Shaneeka Burgess <[email protected]>
10:15 PM (12 hours ago)

to me
(Reading?) I wipe the tears from my eyes caused by excessive laughter, thanks to my friend's hilarious joke that she told me. I look over my friend's face with a wide smile, but she isn't smiling anymore. “Uh, Dani..." She stutters. She isn't looking at me. She is looking behind me. I furrow my eyebrows slightly and turn around to see what all the fuss is about. My eyes wander over heads of people in the crowd until my eyes finally settle on the whole commotion. I roll my eyes and grunt. Harry Styles and his friends showed up. Ugh, they always ruin stuff for me. One house party I throw. One, and he decides to come with his friends to ruin it. “Hold this.” I say to my friend, giving her my soda to hold. Why did he come here? And, before I know it, I approach him. “Can I help you?” I ask, my eyebrow slightly raised as I cross my arms. I watch Harry look all around before his eyes land on mine. A chuckle escapes his lips. “Actually, yeah. Five beers for my friends and I.” He says with the faintest smirk on his lips. I scoff lightly and roll my eyes. “I'm not your servant. You and your friends are not allowed drinks.” I say. A small smile tugs at Harry's lips. “Why is that?” He chuckles lightly. “I don't want you here.” I reply, thinking it's completely obvious. Harry frowns, taking a few steps closer to me. “Is that any way to talk to me?” Harry asks, and every step he takes towards me, I take a step back until I can feel that I'm up against a wall. I can tell he is trying to hold back a smirk before he leans down and connects his lips with the skin of my neck, leaving soft kisses along my neck. My eyes close instantly in bliss, and I tilt my head to the side, trying my hardest to keep down a soft moan that’s creeping up my throat. His lips travel up my neck and below my ear. “Harry.” I gasp. “I’m not yours anymore.” I start, but he stops me with an amused hum. “Now, I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to listen.” He whispers in my ear. I swallow lightly. “Five beers for my friends and I.” Harry adds in a hushed tone before pulling back. A soft sigh leaves my lips, wiping my neck to check if the blood had rushed to the skin and Harry left a mark. He didn’t. I lead Harry and his friends through the crowd and into the kitchen, hearing the satisfied mutters of him and his friends.I bend down and pull a cooler out, taking out five beers and plopping them in front of Harry on the island for him to take. (Hiii! My name is Danielle. I'm 18 years old - Harry 19. I have long black hair and brown, wide eyes. Harry and I used to date in this, but we broke up about one month ago. Harry is controlling and possessive. He’s been trying to control his temper to win me back. I prefer to continue over kik! My kik is heydxnielle. Thank you! x)