“Whoa, whoa, stop right there. What is that on your neck?” Your best friend, Tess, hesitantly asked. Suddenly, it was like toddlers swarmed around you. Fighting over who got the last cookie. All of them gasped, poking and touching your neck. A path of several purple marks on your neck. The hickeys..

It was all a shock to them, because you, the biggest nerd of school, (and the biggest virgin) with not a hickey, but hickeys! No way, that’s just a damn miracle. There’s no way you could get physical with someone, let alone let them mark you. You’d never let a guy near you. So the question was. Who was this mystery guy?.

Harry Styles.

He was a part of the small boy band that the whole school knew about. Hot, party boy, cocky, but a total sweetheart when you get to know him. Anyway, that same guy gave you those marks. Last night, you woke at about 2 am, not knowing Harry was staying the night with your brother. You felt thirsty, so you went downstairs to get water. Only to see Harry standing at the fridge, great. You tried to avoid him, but he started talking to you, and you didn’t wanna seem rude, so you also talked to him. And you guys had a full-on conversation. But somehow it quickly escalated into some hot mess of a make-out. And sure enough, his assault on your neck started. Who would’ve thought, huh?