Hello, I wrote a girl direction drabble based on this post I saw yesterday.
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Mom: you’ll never guess what happened
Harry’s heart stopped in her chest for a moment. The possibilities of what had actually happened were endless.
Her mom could have met someone famous, or tripped and fallen in front of an entire shop of people, or run into someone Harry sort of vaguely knew fifteen years ago when she was a child.
What?
Mom: tell you when I get home
That, again, could mean anything from the next thirty seconds to four hours and a haircut later.
Why did you bring it up, then?
All Harry heard in response was the hinges of their front door downstairs. That would be the thirty-second option.
Sure it was her mom, Harry rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of cotton shorts, and traipsed down to greet her. Since she had started working remotely, she was finding it less and less pleasing to wear real clothes around the house. She was bored and her curiosity was piqued.
Her mom called out a greeting and placed all the shopping on the counter in front of the fridge. Harry moved to help her unload everything and put it away.
“So what happened?” Harry asked.
“I went to the mall this afternoon and went into that makeup store you like trying to find that lipstick color you showed me the other day,” her mom chattered on talking around the actual main point of the story, but Harry knew better than to interrupt her when she was on a roll.
“Harry, I met the sweetest girl.”
Harry’s heart fell immediately. Her mom was constantly trying to set her up with girls. All the time. She loved her for being supportive, truly, but her mom had absolutely no clue what Harry was looking for in a girl.
Her mom had tried to set her up with every age, build, hair color - she had cut a large swath through the women of their surrounding area.
Food put away, Harry sighed and collapsed on the couch. “Mom,” she whined.
“She’s something special, I tell you.” That was what she said about all of them.
Unfortunately, the longer Harry went without a girlfriend - it had been a very long time - the weaker she became. The weaker she was, the more likely she was to complain to her mom and older sister about the lack of available women in the world over ice cream and a rom-com like the cliche she was.
“...and that’s why I gave her your number.” Harry tuned back in to what her mom was saying just in time to catch the last - very alarming - part of it.
“You what?!” Harry yelled, sitting up abruptly almost falling off the couch. She was a twenty-five year old woman, and she was not desperate enough to have her mom pimping her out around town.
“I gave her your number!” Her mom gave her the cheeriest most encouraging smile, so Harry didn’t have the heart to explain to her just how weird people were, which meant that she couldn’t just give Harry’s number to a stranger.
Harry sighed, “Thanks.” Then flopped back on the couch convinced that she would be alone and pussy-less forever.
A few hours later they had finished dinner and it was Gemma’s turn to do the dishes, so Harry had retreated to her room to read her book.
All of a sudden her phone dinged with a new WhatsApp message, startling her and sliding a notification down over her Kindle app.
+16175554753: Are you really such a whiny bottom that even your mom knows?
Harry’s pulse jumped and then started thrumming under her skin as she sat up quickly kicking the blankets off her feet.
Who is this? She asked as she tried to expand the small circular profile picture. If the expanded picture was to be believed, this girl was mind-numbingly hot.
+16175554753: A girl your mom met in Sephora
Harry typed out a few messages before deleting them all.
Your message was a bit rude. The arousal dancing under her skin be damned, she should not respond to positively to pick up lines, it just rewarded bad behavior. No matter how much it secretly made her hot.
+16175554753: Just a bit?
Before Harry could respond, the typing indicator popped up again.
+16175554753: We both know if you weren’t at least a little intrigued, you would have blocked me by now.
Harry blushed at being caught out.
Maybe, but I still don’t know your name.
+16175554753: Louis
“Louis,” Harry whispered out loud in the sanctity of her bedroom before she realized what she had done.
Louis: As I’ve already been so forward, do you want to get coffee tomorrow?
Before she could overthink it, Harry typed quickly.
As long as by ‘get coffee’ you also mean ‘get laid.’
Louis sent her the crying laughing emoji, which was decidedly not an answer. Then it said she was typing again, and Harry waited with bated breath.
Louis: If you play your cards right.
Fuck. That was exactly what Harry had hoped she would say. Her legs had turned to jelly as she climbed out of bed and headed straight to her bathtub where she could spend some quality alone time with her shower head. Lack of immediate privacy was a definite downside of living at home.
She only ever got time to herself when her sister was at work and her mum was out running errands on weekdays.
Three days later, Harry’s mom was out of the house again, and Louis had a vice grip on her thighs pinning her to the bed as she lowered herself down onto Harry’s face.
Harry was definitely going to have to send her mom out on more errands if this was how it ended up.
Freddie jumped up and Down, His usual movements before a show. Brian Stood there...with a devious little smirk and Plan in that big head of his. Freddie Shook, like the timid leaf he Could Be at times, Brian found it absolutely adorable~ Not at the moment. He Twirled Freddie around and Hugged him. Giving Freddie the Cradling he so desperately needed. Hugging Brian back, He was unexpectedly pushed against their Dressing room Door~ Confused, Freddie's Black innocent Eyes Looked up at a Smile. Then A wild and exotic Moan Let lose when Brian Grabbed Freddie~
"Brian! What Are yo-"
"Shh, I Know how tense you can Get...."
Freddie giggled and wrapped his leg around Brian. Brian Laughed and then proceeded to rub Freddie's inner thigh with his hardness. Freddie Grabbed unto Brian's hair squealing and moaning into Brian's Ear. Brian Chuckled and Kissed Freddie Hard on the Lips. Then Laughed and Let Go.
"B-Brian! Where do you think You're going?!" Freddie called out Seductively, Watching his boyfriend walk away.
"Fred. We have a Show to do Silly."
"Oh. Oh, No."
Brian laughed Wickedly, as He grabbed his Red Special And Headed for the Stage.
"That Bitch..." Freddie Exhaled~ And Followed his tall babe.
Freddie Played a Well played show~ As Always, A little pissed Brian turned him on and Left, But understood a crowd was waiting for them. Suddenly, It was Freddie's Turn to have a devious plot. Singing the Few verses of "Sheer Heart Attack" Freddie Walked over to Brian~ Playing his guitar Blissfully. Letting out yet another Moan~ Freddie Glided his Hardness down the Cold Mic Stand~ The one Brian sang into. Brian Gawked at his man~ Rubbing himself right in front of Brian. Brian saw through Freddie's Ruse though. A Miffed Freddie Stood up and Rolled his head. He thought about it For a Minute, Then Proceeded to rub his leg against Brian's. Knee To Knee. Brian Still, not showing his Hardness. Freddie, Pissed as he was, Did not like to be ignored like this. Brian Smirked and Walked away~ Continuing his solo. Freddie Stamped his Foot, and Walked To Brian Once More, Jamming his mouth right onto Brian's Newly exposed Hardness. Brian's Eyes Widened as he Glanced down at Freddie then to the throng of people they Were Performing to~ Brian Turned Beat Red, And Walked away Once More. Freddie Smiled, For he had won the Sex War on Stage.~
Backstage, Freddie and Brian Were Alone.
"Fred! You Can't do that Out there! I Mean-"
Brian was Silent once Freddie Kissed him, Brian Didn't feel Like Scolding Freddie, Not tonight at least. Brian Ripped off Freddie's Pants~ And Proceeded to lick Freddie's Already Bare Chest. Freddie Was glad Brian shut up~ Because He Needed Brian. Right then and there. With a flick of the Wrist, Brian's Button and Zipper were undone and Pants were Off~ And Freddie found it absolutely Arousing Brian didn't wear any Undergarments. With a grunt, And a force Freddie didn't know Brian had~ Brian Had Bent Freddie Over the leather Couch provided by the Stadium. He swiftly Jammed his whole 8 inches into Freddie, Letting out a Pain filled Cry~ But he Loved every Inch Of it. Thrusting back and Forth, Quickly~ A Perfect rhythm With the chills going up and Down Freddie's Spine. Brian Breathed heavily, Making Freddie even More Turned on. Finally Coming, Brian Collapsed onto the Couch, Leaving Freddie Winded. Freddie was tired, From this Particular Session~ Seeing Brian Like an Animal, An unusual state of a Wild May. Freddie had Woken Brian Up, For they had to Go home~ And Await for the next day of their lives.
