Devin Pov: I think back to earlier this morning. It was…intense. The way he pulled me in took me off guard completely. Thinking about it even makes my cheeks heat up into a rosy pink almost red. It was just… hot. Something I have never really experienced before, because that was never my main focus. My focus was always do the school work to the best I can until I get the one call from my parents saying that I am leaving in a week. So I never cared about boys, but now honestly there is no place where I can just not think about them because they surround me. But today I just, I don't know I felt his hot breath on my skin and I saw the passion in his eyes. I honestly don't know what to think about it. I don't know what it means. I don't know what its like to have guys that you are so close with. And yes I've had great guy friends in the past but never as close as I am with the guys. Lou, Liam, Zayn and Niall have become the best friends I've ever had. I have grown to love them all in the short period of only a month. I feel so close to each one of them. If I had to choose a person I am closest to I might say Niall or even Lou. Niall is the biggest sweetheart and is there for wiping my tears and always by my side in times of need and Lou…oh jeez Louis. He is hysterical. He is the main source of the fun I have had here. He never has failed to make me laugh till my stomach hurt. He's also like a giant teddy bear. Louis' and my friendship is kind of touchy. I feel like I can always curl up into him whenever. If we are just relaxing I will sit in his lap or he'll put his arm around me, and its just comfy. But I know better than to take him away from Harry. It is insane how close they really are. They are always whispering and laughing around each other. And they are also very touchy. I only will cuddle with Lou when Harry isn't around. It'd be evil of me to break up their bromance, even if it is Harry. I don't ever want to take someone's best friend away from them.

Right now I am sitting on my bed with my legs crossed hunched over my algebra book and my notebook filled with problems. Basically the same thing almost every day. I sit in my black spandex shorts and Liam's giant grey hoodie. Sure its super comfy but I conveniently asked for it the day I first cut myself. The sweater is so large on me that the sleeves go beyond my hands that I can just cover my arms with extra room. The boys have no idea that I have been cutting. Its not every day, I just do it every time I feel overly stressed or hurt. Now that I think about it I do it only after something Harry has said to me. I don't want to keep doing it but I don't know what else to do. It is the only thing that makes his words seem less painful. Like it's a release of all the pain. I don't try to make them large, so they can heal quickly. Sometimes I have moved to different parts of my arm like higher that can be covered by a t-shirt. Which is why I love my uniform shirt because it is completely long sleeve and covers my wrist. I know the boys wouldn't even consider what I am doing because I put on a good face. I try to be as positive as I can. I have been vulnerable around them but nothing like this. And I feel bad not telling them because they have been so there for me and I feel like I owe it to them to be honest with them, especially Niall. He has been there for me through all my stress, and I try to be there for all of the boys. But I can't let them know. This is my business only.

I drop my pencil in the book an lift up the sleeve of the sweatshirt a bit. When I see my wrist I see the little red scabs in a line underneath each other on the inside of my wrist. I take my index finger and lightly go over the work I've done. I wince a bit when I touch the most recent one. I'm certainly not proud of it but if I need to do it to feel better I will. I hear the unlatching of the door and I instantly pull down the sleeve. And I put on a smile on my face as Lou and Harry walk in.

"DEVY!" Lou yells as he tackles me down on my bed in a hug. Harry rolls his eyes and chuckles at his best friend.

"Whatcha doing love?" he asks now placing me in his lap on my bed.

"Algebra homework," I announce with a smile. He chuckles at me.

"You may be the only person I know that actually enjoys doing math homework," he teases. I twist my torso back around and stick my tongue out.

"Hey be careful where u point that tongue of yours or you might lose it," he says and grasps my tongue with 2 fingers.

"Louwehhh," I try to pronounce. He smirks at me.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Wet go of my thucking toun," I try to talk. He just laughs and finally releases it. I cross my arms stubbornly. And then an idea pops into my head as he is resting his chin on my shoulder I turn to look at him and then bite his neck to give him a love bite which I guess here is the equivalent of a hickey. I then pull away quickly and try to run away quickly. He brings his hand up to where I bit him. He has a shocked look on his face.

"You did not just…" he starts. I shrug with a giant smile on my face. He stands up and tries to go after me but I decide to climb up onto Liam's bunk to avoid him. I start to take Liam's pillows and throw them at him as he starts to come up. I then slip through the side of the panel of the bunk since it is not very far from the ground before he can get to me. I sprint and lock myself in the linen closet. I hear a jiggle and a pulling on the door.

"HA!" I yell out. And then there was silence.

"Devy you better come out here," he sings out.

"Ha you wish," I reply.

"Okay well I guess you won't miss Stoner Paul," he threatens. My eyes go wide.

"Wait what?" I shriek.

"If you don't get out here Stoner Paul will just be a bunch of cotton scattered across the floor," I can hear the smirk in his voice. Stoner Paul is a one of those Rasta banana stuffed dolls. Liam won it for me at a fair we found last weekend. He was playing the game where you try to make all the basketballs go in the basket, which of course being the athlete Liam is, it was no sweat for him. So when he won he took the Rasta banana that was given to him and handed it off to me. I had a giant smile on my face when he did so. It was so sweet. And I gave it the name Stoner Paul because well he looks like a stoner. Ever since Liam gave him to me I have been sleeping with him in my arms every night. I love it so much.

"No!" I cry out and quickly unlock the door to only be grabbed by Louis. He was nowhere near Stoner Paul.

"You ass you tricked me!" I cry as he grabs me by my waist.

"No. I implied that I could," he manipulated the situation. I cross my arms when he finally puts me down.

"Oh c'mon Devy," he pleads and pokes my cheek to make me smile. I try to hide it instantly. "Oh don't even I saw the smile," he adds. I shrug and finally let my smile show.

"There we go," he chuckles and puts an arm over my shoulders. "Hey I think I got a good idea. Might have to be without Zayn but this prank is ours," he suggests. I gesture for him to continue. "Harry has just finished taking his shower so its his time to do his routine of brushing his teeth and shaving and such, so that takes about 15 minutes. We will go in there and…" he starts and then whispers the plan into my ear. At first I become nervous. But what the hell this will be hilarious. "I'm so in," I conclude. We sneak into the bathroom as Harry is singing loudly…he's really, really good actually. But that's not the point. We crawl on the floor so he cant see us in the mirror as we separate to either side of him. He looks over to me with a head nod signal…and then we pounce.

Harry Pov: I start singing as I get out of the shower, the only place I actually sing. I grab the brush and start singing into it like a microphone and then I feel it. I feel a sharp pinching on both sides on my neck. I look up into the mirror to see Louis and Devin biting my neck giving me love bites. Lou removes his teeth first but Devin doesn't notice that Louis stopped. To leave a really good love bite she suctions the skin and I shutter. It makes me gulp and I feel almost…hot. It only lasts for a couple seconds but in those couple seconds I felt unusual. But the one thing that set me off that I just realize when she pulled off she licked the sore skin that sent shivers throughout my body. I look down at first and was relieved that nothing was um "Shooting up". Then again why would I? It's just Devin. The same girl that gets on my fucking nerves and I hate her. But then I look up into the mirror as the both of them scurry out. I touched the bruises on the side that Lou bit and I just smirked to myself. Nothing out of the ordinary. And then I touch the one that Devin left. It was a deeper color. I don't smirk at this one. At first I scowl because that bitch gave me a bruise. But I rethink what went down. I rethink the way she suctioned my neck in a way that dare I say almost made me moan. And when her tongue gently licked the area I was afraid she would feel my shivers or worse that Lou would see. I don't know whether I want to snap at her or just laugh about it. Cuz right now I'm both pissed and a little confused. What the hell am I saying? I don't feel anything for her and I never will. It probably just is that I haven't gotten anything in a while so anything could make me a little horny right now. Yeah that's gotta be it. I peak open the door to find Lou and Devin laughing hysterically on the floor. I smirk at the two of them. Whatever it was just a little prank nothing to really get pissed at her for. I wet a towel in cold water to press to the bruises on my neck and step out of the bathroom. Devin goes silent and stiff and Lou gives her a weird, questioning look. She looks at me expectantly, like she is waiting for me to lash out on her. Am I really that bad? That she expects me to yell at her. No, no I'm not the bad guy here. She is, she is the one who is making all my friends chase after her. All she wants is attention and that is what she is getting but not from me. No I wont let her. She looks at me plain faced but when I look closer, I cant detect the look in her eyes. Somewhat like pain, or fear. I shake it off.

"Okay, okay you guys got me good job, you got yourself a new sidekick. Congrats to you both," I joke sarcastically. I see her release a breath and a smile appears on her face as she looks to Lou who is grinning back. I just let out a single chuckle at the both of them. She then furrows her brows when she takes notice to the towel pressed to my neck. She stands up and walks over to me coming closer. She and I have never been close up together. She looks me in the eyes.

"Can I see?" she asks.

"Excuse me?" I ask confused.

"The damage," she gestures towards my neck as she speaks in a soft tone. I nod slowly as I look at her. She removes the towel on one side and makes a tsss sound.

"Damn Lou you got him good," she looks closer. Her breath hits the spot where she had left her mark.

"Actually that one is yours," I chuckle. Lou scurries over and pushes her out of the way.

"Damn girl you really went at it," he cries. I laugh at his screech. She just looks down and blushes.

"I honestly had no idea what I was doing," she confesses. Lou and I turn to her.

"Wait legit?" he asks. From the way she did it you wouldn't be able to tell. She did it pretty well…you know for her.

"No experience actually," she adds.

"Wait, wait how old are you?" I ask.

"15" she answers shyly. I laugh loudly.

"So let me get this straight you are a sophomore in high school who hasn't even had her first kiss," I laugh.

"Haz.." Louis starts. She only looks down. I take that as a no.

"This is rich. And when you think about it makes a lot of sense really," I state and laugh coldly. She looks up at me with hurt in her eyes and shakes her head and slams the bathroom door shut. I feel something in the pit of my stomach. Like something is wrong. I look over at Lou who has disappointment spread across his face. I look down. Even that didn't feel as good as I thought it would. I immediately regret that decision.

Devin Pov: I'm so sick of Harry fucking Styles. I did nothing to him. We were getting along and he ruins it. I do my routine and grab my sewing kit and grab the scissors and place the blade along the last dash on my wrist. Like a tally chart of all the times Harry has hurt me. These are all because of him I glide the blade along as the tears spread down and just this one time I added an additional line right under the recent one. That makes eleven lines along my arm. Eleven times I cut because of him and probably more to come. Thank you Harry Styles for making me damage my own body to make myself feel better. I debate doing another line when the door shoots open and I pull the sleeve down quickly and hide the scissors behind me in the sink. The mop of curly hair peaks in the doorway.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

"Will you do it anyway?" I look down and mutter. He shrugs.

"Most likely," he answers honestly. I look up at him with a scowl an sit on the toilet seat.

"Then why ask anyway if you don't really care," I ask rhetorically.

"I- I don't know," he replies. His hands go into his pockets. I roll my eyes. I look down at the giant sleeves one that has little red stains on it. I then look up at him, the reason why I do this to myself is right in front of me. It puts tears in my eyes that so much hurt from him could lead to my self -harm. I lift up one of the sleeves to wipe away the single tear falling down my cheek. He looks at me with questioning in his eyes. I get off the seat and turn to the mirror when I look down into the sink I notice my scissors have blood on the blade. I immediately turn on the water to scrub it off.

"Are you crying?" he asks a bit shocked. I scoff.

"I will never cry over you," I mutter harshly and try to storm off, but he grabs my wrist. The one with the cuts on them. I wince. He is touching the scars he caused and he doesn't even know it.

"I didn't mean… I just wasn't thinking," he tries.

"Is this your way of apologizing?" I scoff.

"I I don't know," I release my grip and try to get out. "Wait why are there scissors in the sink?" he asks. Fuck.

"How the hell should I know?" I lie. He shrugs.

"aren't they yours?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter does it Harry? Not like you care enough about what's mine and what's not" I reply with a weak smile.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks in a rough aggravated tone.

"Figure it out" I reply quickly.

Harry Pov: "Harry?" A sweet voice asks me. I look up to see her. Her legs are completely bare and perfectly toned. Her hair in mixtures of brown waves down her sides and she was only wearing a t-shirt that is tied on the side to reveal the top of her tiny waist and a little grey thong. I bite my lip and stare at her up and down.

"Yes?" I manage to choke out.

"Harry are you alright?" she asks with concern in her voice. She then sits down next to me on what I realize is my bed that I am sitting on the edge of the side of. She sits so close that our shoulders touch and then rubs her cold hands on my leg close to my thigh. I cough a bit. As I am staring at her hand moving up and down my leg. Just a bit closer, just a bit closer. I gulp.

"Y-yes," I mutter out. She then gets up and squats down in front of me my legs opened a bit. She touches my knee again.

"Are you sure there is nothing I can do for you?" she asks sweetly. Her breath hitting part of my leg, and I shutter. Oh god. My heart beats faster and faster at her breath. She then shrugs and stands up her back arching seductively as she moves. I glance at her as she walks. Her hips sway in perfect rhythm as she walks. Her perfect little ass moves from side to side and I cant help but stare with the lack of material that covered it. I lick my lip. Without thinking I pull her back.

"Ha-" she starts

"Just stop talking," I shush her in a command. I grab the bare back of her waist and pull her in so her chest was pressed against mine. Her skin was hot and smooth and her lips so tempting. I hungrily crash my lips upon hers. Her lips act as a cushion to mine as a repeatedly envelope her bottom lip in between my own and my top lip between hers. I lick her bottom lip and quickly she opens her mouth to allow my tongue to meet hers. Her hands move up into my curls and winds her fingers through them and tug them a little bit. I groan a bit. She then removes her tongue to capture my bottom lip in her teeth as she pulls a bit. It was hot and seductive. My hands wont stay still. Moving from her hips to her back clawing a bit when I find a good spot underneath her thighs. And just then I lift both her legs up to wrap around my waist perfectly aligned. She smirks at me. And then she does it again I feel her teeth and tongue marking my neck but it feels so amazing. But her tongue moves up to my earlobe and then around my cartilage and in my ear completely to send shivers down my spine and she then catches my lobe in between her teeth.

"You little tease" I joke and then drop her onto my bed. "Your gonna pay" I flirt. I trace my finger down her side and then down her leg. She looks at me suspiciously but with lust filling her eyes. I smirk at her want. I remove my finger from her side and move my palm slowly upward to reach where I want it to for her to gasp and as I move my palm across I lean in…

My eyes shoot open. I look down at the erection I had just gotten from my um intense memory. But it wasn't even a memory, it just felt too realistic to be a dream. But wait… I look over to the bed next to mine. To the girl who invaded my dream.