Riley's POV:

I open my eyes to a dark room that I barely recognize. I slowly sit up and feel the hangover rush immediately, this sucks. I notice a body laying right beside me on this over sized couch.

"Harry." I muttered shaking him slowly. "Get up." I moan as he rolls over, slowly peeling his eyes open.

"What time is it?" He muttered sitting up and wiping his eyes. I reach into my pocket for my phone and press the home button.

"It's almost four in the morning." I gasp standing up from the couch. Harry's eyes immediately widen and I look down. "Um have you seen my shirt?" I ask suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Over there." He smirks pointing across the room, and there was my white sparkly shirt. I leaped over to grab it, and fell right on my face.

"Ow." I groaned pulling my knees to my chest on the ground.

"Graceful. Very Graceful." Harry clapped like an asshole. I quickly threw my shirt over my head and sprawled out on the floor. "You're so strange." He laughed coming beside me and doing the same. Now that I'm sober I thought I'd feel a little uncomfortable around him, but I just feel excited.

"So about that party..." I stuttered getting right to the point.

"You can't come to a party like that and not listen to me. Why don't you listen?" He asked raising his voice a little bit.

"I don't know." I muttered. "But you're not the boss of me." I reminded him flipping over so I could see him.

"If you want to hangout with us, then I'm the boss." I stated harshly.

"Well who says I want to hangout with you guys anymore? I think I've had my fill for the rest of the year." I lied. I had a good ass time, feeling reckless and free for the first time. Usually at parties, I'm worried about impressing everyone and pleasing my friends.

"Don't act like you didn't like hanging out with us. I bet that tonight was the most you've felt yourself in a long time." he smirked slithering closer to me, reading my mind.

"Not true." I lied again, this time my voice cracking.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to hangout with my gang anymore." He roared. Suddenly, he was on top of me and his hands were pinning me down to the ground. I looked away and felt his eyes come closer to mine.

"I can't." I admitted, laughing a little bit. "But I can't hangout with you guys again, one night looks bad enough." I whispered.

"Stop caring what other people think so much. You're so much sexier when you lose yourself and have a good time, not when you're worried or hanging around the stupid cheer friends at school." He said annoyed.

"Dance friends." I corrected him, but didn't say anything else because for the first time, I have a feeling he's spot on. I feel his body collapse on top of mine and I let out a big groan.

"You're like a thousands pounds Harry, get off!" I laughed trying to removed his long body of my small waist.

"I won't get off unless you kiss me." He smirks. It's still pitch black in here, I'm lucky that I can even see the little green lights in his eyes.

"Harry!" I whine struggling underneath him. "My legs are going numb." I laugh wrapping my arms around his back and trying to flip us over so I'm on top of him, but he won't budge. "You're also crushing my boobs." I laugh.

"Just kiss me. One kiss. Come on, don't be so--" I cut him off by pushing my lips against his vigorously and letting his tongue inside my mouth. I was about to tell him to get off, but there was so much chemistry in this moment that I let this kiss continue. I kept my hands on his back and his lifted his weight a little bit, while the other was on my waist. We laid like this for maybe 10 minutes, exploring each other's mouthes and semi-grinding himself against me. It was semi because I didn't reciprocate to it as much as he did.

"Harry." I mumbled. "My body is officially numb. Off." I command as he finally rolls of the top of me. We both lay there catching our breath and I can't help but try to hide the giant grin that is about to plaster my face.

"I guess is should get home." I say awkwardly.

"Aw, do you feel uncomfortable now?" He chuckles. I hear him get up from the ground and flip on the lights.

"Shut up." I laugh weirdly. This is so foreign to me. "Um. Thanks?" I giggle not really know what to say next. "Next time I'll listen better. Well I'll try." I smiled heading towards the door.

"So there's gonna be a next time?" He asked smiling like an idiot. I walked up the stairs to the backdoor and I couldn't help but let out a huge grin.

"There just might be." I laughed closing the door behind me.


As I walked across the street I could feel my hangover a lot more now, so I'm glad Harry didn't make me talk about Seth or anything else... I'm also kinda glad we kissed. This is all so weird to me, I'm so used to just... not this. I turned pressed the home button on my phone and noticed a shitload of messages from a bunch of random people, and I noticed one of them was my mom right when I walked in the door.

"Where the hell have you been?!" My dad growls standing up. I blink a couple times and see my mother wrapped in a blanket with a worried look on her face.

"I was out with friends... I told you, remember?" I said as sweetly as I could.

"Were you out with that boy from across the street with the tattoos? I saw you talking to him earlier, and I know I didn't just hear a car pull up so you had to be there, unless you walked home." He shouted. My dad never gets this mad at me, so I'm a little taken back and scared.

"Yeah, we're friends." I whisper awkwardly.

"You're friends with that?!" He screams. "What does Nick have to say about this? Was Dixie with you?" He bombarded me with questions.

"John, let's worry about this tomorrow." my mother pleads, settling him down a bit. "Sweetheart, just go to sleep and we will deal with this tomorrow morning." She smiles, and I take the opportunity to hurry up to my room.

How typical. Just when I start hanging around with a group of people that make me feel most like myself, and granted they may not be the best people but still a group of people nonetheless, and I'm not in trouble. I peer out the window and see Harry through his window waving at me, and I pretend I can't see. Slowly, I take off my shirt and toss it on the ground, and slide of my skirt so I'm just in my bra and panties. I can almost see Harry's eyes dilating from across the street, which makes me smirk. I slowly close the blinds and throw on a t-shirt, then crawl into bed.

What the hell has gotten into me? As bad as I'm behaving (which granted isn't that bad at all) I don't want to stop. I've never felt more alive in my whole life.

Notes

hahaha shit Riley's parents are strict.
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