Harry's P.O.V
Lillie.
She was the smallest, most precious girl he'd ever seen.
Her brown eyes, coconut scent, little white dress.
Everything about her circulated through his thoughts.
She looked interested, until he came back.
The guy from the food tables, he was more than 'just a friend'.
Friends don't have heated sessions in public places.
Natalie was situated on Harry's lap, complementing him on his accent.
She was hot.
Harry had always categorized his ladies.
Hot: Good body, decent face, flirtatious mindless trash.
Ugly: Undoable, Acne, scent, personality.
Pretty: Cute, funny, perfect facial and physical features
Beautiful: Innocence, personality, attractive beyond words, intelligence.
Lillie, was beautiful.
Natalie was his excuse to forget her.
Roaming his eyes down to her hips, Harry suggestively smirked, insinuating they go somewhere…more private.
Natalie got the message, giving a seductive grind into Harry's lap, standing up to lead the way.
"So like, I'm only doing this for your accent" She laughed a bit too dramatic.
"Kiddddddddding!" Natalie swooned, slapping Harry.
"Right, where to" He asked blankly, wishing to get it done with.
"Well like, my dad lent me the Bentley for the summer, so we can like, totally do some damage in the back" She responding walking threw a row of parked vehicles.
"Getting heated over there aye!" She noted, looking into an older looking vehicle.
Out of curiosity Harry looked in.
Lillie.
Underneath, the thing.
His lips attacking her tiny collar.
She looked nervous, new to the experience. Innocent.
Rage swept over him. She was doing it because he had pressured her.
No way the girl he'd met earlier that night was interested in loosing her virginity in the back of what? Her best friends car?
"Babe we can do the same thing if you hurry uuuuup" Natalie chirped, opening the car door.
Harry followed, prepared to let out his tension on Natalie.
This year was bound to be interesting.