Harry's POV

"She's drunk out of her bloody mind." Zayn snarls, watching Claire's every move. We expected a few of the seniors to come a little buzzed but not Claire and Craig together. I can see the jealously flaring in Zayn's eyes as she hangs on Craig's shoulders like a baby doll and when she flirts with the other senior guys.

"She's just having a good time, mate." Liam suggests and I take particular notice that he's had his eye on Claire's friend from the bar, Cassidy. He hasn't mentioned anything about her really but the attraction is very evident.

"I don't like those guys." Zayn ignores Liam and points towards Craig and Luke. Claire is now sitting on top of their shoulders because she won a relay race and she's got a funny little smirk on her face.

"They're nice kids." I chuckle, loving every minute of this. Jealous Zayn over high school jokesters is something I never thought I'd see and I wish I had a picture to capture this moment.

"Whatever, I'm gonna go talk to her." He stands, and I follow behind.

"Zayn, leave her alone. It's her senior pep rally, let her enjoy it yeah? She doesn't want you right now." I try to bargain but he already has his eyes set on Claire and I know he won't be turning around.

"She's just a kid, she doesn't know what she wants." He winks, making his way over to her. My stomach tosses and turns at the thought of Claire remembering her senior pep rally being stolen from her because her teacher boyfriend is jealous... It's sad.

And now I have to sit with Louis, Niall and Liam and watch the annoying peppy students cheer and dance around like idiots while Zayn is off somewhere with Claire. I'm not jealous or anything but... I'd rather be hanging out with her then sitting bored out of my mind.

Claire's POV

"Craig, Luke! Lift me up!" I slur as they prop me up on my shoulders.

"Let's here it for Claire Saint John, class clown and relay race champion!" Anna, class president, shouts into the microphone. My classmates all started chanting my name and for a moment, I felt like i was floating on a cloud. I feel Luke wobbling underneath me and I slid off their shoulders and land bridal style into Craig's arms.

"Helloooooo there." I smile, batting my eyelashes at him. Drunk me is a flirty me, ok?

"Haven't bee in this position with you in a while... don't you miss it?" He chuckles, twirling me around lightly. Before I can even think of responding or playing into his flashback, I notice a figure standing in front of us.

"Claire, there's a call for you in the front office." Zayn's voice is strong as he helps me down from Craig's arms. I wiggle out of Craig's lasting embrace and smile at Zayn who is already heading out of the room. Cheeky bastard.

When I catch up with and head inside the art room, he has that stupid grin plastered across his face.

"So who's calling for me?" I ask, hopping onto his desk and lying on my back. I hear the click of the door lock and his soft footsteps inch closer and closer.

"I was." His deep voice says in a hushed tone, pulling me upward to face him. "You were getting awfully friendly with those senior boys out there, Claire." He bites his bottom lip, stepping between my legs.

"They're my friends..." I trail off as he tilts my chin up to face him. His eyes are hungry and full of lust while mine are full of spunk and drunk.

"Good, and they better stay that way." He laughs, pecking his lips to mine quickly. His lips send a sensation through my body that I've been craving all day, making me pull him closer to me and crash our lips together. His kiss is gentle but mine is rough, tongue poking in and out of his mouth.

I take this opportunity to unzip his dark washed jeans and twist my fingers through the belt loops. He's been doing this for me all week and I randomly decide that at this very moment, I'll do something for him.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, kissing my neck and rubbing his hands over my sensitive breasts. I debate the pros and cons but when I feel his wiggling out of his jeans, there's no going back now.

"Ok." I giggle, sliding off the desk and dropping to my knees. As I slide down is black, skin tight boxer shorts a smile creeps onto my face. His is bigger than Craig's by about 3 inches... and that's saying a lot.

"Do you know how--" I cut him of my taking it softly in my hands and sucking the tip ever so softly. Seconds later I feel his fingers locking into my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth. I bob my head back and forth, twist and turning my hands softly around his very stiff member.

"Holy shit Claire." He groans, pushing himself further and further into my mouth. WIthout asking for permission, he let's go inside my mouth, and the pleasure on his face makes me giggle with excitement.

"Was that ok?" I ask in the smallest voice ever, breathing solo after I just swallowed his juices. I don't like to think about it after because when I do, I want to throw up. Like I'll do it but... kinda gross.

"Better than ok, love. You're incredible." He whispers, helping me up from my knees and kissing me on the lips, hard.

"That was fun! Do you wanna go back to the pep rally now?" I smile, hoping he'll say yes. I know that was fun and all but this is kinda my big year and I don't really trust myself around him when I'm so drunk.

"I have a better idea..." He smirks, pulling me closer to him.

"Yes?" I slur, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

"Come back to my place?" He asks, and my heart drops.

What's a girl to do?

Notes

Short ass chapter but since you guys commented so much I felt like I needed to give you something :)

I'm going to a hookah bar tomorrow night with my friends and then junior prom dress shopping on Saturday so I'm not sure if I'll be able to update...

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