What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
This Isn't My Room
Harmony’s POV
“I don’t know about this…” I told them. The girls were trying to convince me to go clubbing tonight when the guys get home from their recording session. “I don’t know how well I will be able to handle my alcohol. I’ve tried it before; it doesn’t go down well.”
“Don’t be such a party pooper! We’ll be with you all night, and if you get really drunk, we can take you home. It’ll be fun!” Perrie reasoned.
“Fine, you win. I’ll go.”
“Yay! Now we need to go shopping for dresses!” El said. “We’ll find you the perfect dress for tonight. Now let’s go!”
-
Three hours. Three hours of searching through the mall and hunting for a perfect dress. My feet are killing me, and I honestly couldn’t care less about what they dress me in. They continued to judge me in the dresses they made me change into. This one is too black; that one is too white. Kill me now…
“That’s the one!” Dani shouts as soon as I step out of the fitting room. “It compliments your curves in all the right places.”
“I have to agree. You’re butt has never looked greater!” El said. I laughed, leave it to El to make us feel better. I quickly change and paid for the dress.
We rushed back to my apartment to get ready. The guys won’t be here for another hour and 30 minutes, but us girls take a long time to get ready.
I loosely curl my hair and let the other girls take care of my make up. I normally wouldn’t let them touch my face, but they insisted. I slip into my dress.
“Can one of you zip me up?” I ask them. El comes over and helps me. “Thanks!”
“Oh my gosh! What would Harry say?”
“He’d probably like, ‘Damn, I need to get some of that,’” Perrie joked. We laughed at her joke. I may be a virgin, but I am not going to be one forever. However, that doesn’t mean I’m losing it tonight.
A knock on the door symbolized the guys’ arrival. I walked over in my extremely high heels to invite them in.
“Da-yum! Har, you look fine,” Zayn remarked when I opened the door.
“Haha, thanks Zayn,” note my sarcasm.
I looked like this: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77978175
“Let’s go then!”
“After you,” the boys let us climb into the limo first. I have never been in a limo before, but let me tell you, it is awesome. No seatbelts, and a mini fridge. I swear I could live here, but that would be weird.
We arrived at the club shortly, and I am so ready to party right now! It feels great to be legal at 18. Harry takes my hand as we walk up to the VIP section that overlooks the place. Niall ordered us all shots. Harry hands me one. Here it goes.
“On three, okay? One… Two… Three!”
I quickly down mine. The strong alcohol burned in my lungs. I grab another shot and down that one too before the girls pull me down to the dance floor. We start to dance along to the music for a while. Then, we go over to the bar and order more drinks. I’m feeling slightly tipsy now, and things are a little of a blur.
“May I have this dance?” Harry asks from behind me. I take his hand and he leads me back to the dance floor. My new drunken state of mind kicks in and I grind into his hips. Being a dancer has its perks sometimes; just the feel of Harry’s boner tells me he’s enjoying this.
He turns me around quickly and smashes his lips to mine. I return the favor and kiss back. If anything, though, I will never forget what my teen health teacher once told me, “When a guy is drunk, his instinct is to get in your pants. If he really loves you, he will wait.” She was a very wise woman, and she looked really young for her age (50).
He licks my bottom lip begging for entrance, but drunk or not, Harry is not getting in my pants today. I have my priorities, and my sexual frustration is not one of them.
“Can we go home now? My feet are killing me!” I break our make-out session and yell over the music.
“Yeah, let’s go find the others.”
We found them up in the VIP section and told them we wanted to leave. Everyone agreed seeing that all the boys were drunk, excluding Liam. Harry had to carry me out because I refused to walk, and he needs the exercise anyway. LOL, he doesn’t actually. He’s really fit.
As soon as we get to the elevator, I black out. Alcohol has taken over, and I am totally pooped.
♪The next day♪
Harmony’s POV
Bright light shines through the windows of my room- no, not my room. It’s Harry’s room. My head is pounding, and I can’t remember how I got to bed last night. I really need to learn how to hold my alcohol. I look over to see Harry staring at me with a huge smile on his face. Oh my gosh, did we? No, I’m still dressed. I am freaking out now! Did we? Or did we not? Did he get into my pants? Did he deprive me of my v-card?
His facial expression changes when he sees me freaking out.
“We did not have sex last night,” Harry finally spoke.
“Thank goodness,” I sighed. I looked back t him, and he was pouting.
“Do you not want to have sex with me?” he whimpered.
I laughed at his complaint, “Not when I’m drunk and a virgin, Haz.”
“Oh, you’re a virgin…”
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to stay that way forever,” I said seductively, but not too seductively. His eyes almost popped out of his head. I laughed once more before getting up.
“Morning Lou!” I called.
“Please, keep your voice down. I have a major hangover, and you here are lucky because you don’t.”
“Sorry!” I guess I really do have an upside to drinking. No matter how much I consume, I never get a hangover. I’ve tried it at parties held by Drew, and once I drank so much I blacked out and woke up in the bathtub. Not sure how that happens, but no hangover whatsoever.
“Tell Harry I went home to shower.”
“Kay.”
I made my way out of their apart- flat- and went over to mine. I took a long shower to get the smell of lingering alcohol off of me. I started to sing, because who doesn’t sing in the shower?
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who has further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine guns
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard, those bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I turn off the shower and wrap my body in a towel.
“Since when can you sing?” Harry asks from behind me. What the fuck is he doing here? How long has he been listening?
“I don’t know about this…” I told them. The girls were trying to convince me to go clubbing tonight when the guys get home from their recording session. “I don’t know how well I will be able to handle my alcohol. I’ve tried it before; it doesn’t go down well.”
“Don’t be such a party pooper! We’ll be with you all night, and if you get really drunk, we can take you home. It’ll be fun!” Perrie reasoned.
“Fine, you win. I’ll go.”
“Yay! Now we need to go shopping for dresses!” El said. “We’ll find you the perfect dress for tonight. Now let’s go!”
-
Three hours. Three hours of searching through the mall and hunting for a perfect dress. My feet are killing me, and I honestly couldn’t care less about what they dress me in. They continued to judge me in the dresses they made me change into. This one is too black; that one is too white. Kill me now…
“That’s the one!” Dani shouts as soon as I step out of the fitting room. “It compliments your curves in all the right places.”
“I have to agree. You’re butt has never looked greater!” El said. I laughed, leave it to El to make us feel better. I quickly change and paid for the dress.
We rushed back to my apartment to get ready. The guys won’t be here for another hour and 30 minutes, but us girls take a long time to get ready.
I loosely curl my hair and let the other girls take care of my make up. I normally wouldn’t let them touch my face, but they insisted. I slip into my dress.
“Can one of you zip me up?” I ask them. El comes over and helps me. “Thanks!”
“Oh my gosh! What would Harry say?”
“He’d probably like, ‘Damn, I need to get some of that,’” Perrie joked. We laughed at her joke. I may be a virgin, but I am not going to be one forever. However, that doesn’t mean I’m losing it tonight.
A knock on the door symbolized the guys’ arrival. I walked over in my extremely high heels to invite them in.
“Da-yum! Har, you look fine,” Zayn remarked when I opened the door.
“Haha, thanks Zayn,” note my sarcasm.
I looked like this: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77978175
“Let’s go then!”
“After you,” the boys let us climb into the limo first. I have never been in a limo before, but let me tell you, it is awesome. No seatbelts, and a mini fridge. I swear I could live here, but that would be weird.
We arrived at the club shortly, and I am so ready to party right now! It feels great to be legal at 18. Harry takes my hand as we walk up to the VIP section that overlooks the place. Niall ordered us all shots. Harry hands me one. Here it goes.
“On three, okay? One… Two… Three!”
I quickly down mine. The strong alcohol burned in my lungs. I grab another shot and down that one too before the girls pull me down to the dance floor. We start to dance along to the music for a while. Then, we go over to the bar and order more drinks. I’m feeling slightly tipsy now, and things are a little of a blur.
“May I have this dance?” Harry asks from behind me. I take his hand and he leads me back to the dance floor. My new drunken state of mind kicks in and I grind into his hips. Being a dancer has its perks sometimes; just the feel of Harry’s boner tells me he’s enjoying this.
He turns me around quickly and smashes his lips to mine. I return the favor and kiss back. If anything, though, I will never forget what my teen health teacher once told me, “When a guy is drunk, his instinct is to get in your pants. If he really loves you, he will wait.” She was a very wise woman, and she looked really young for her age (50).
He licks my bottom lip begging for entrance, but drunk or not, Harry is not getting in my pants today. I have my priorities, and my sexual frustration is not one of them.
“Can we go home now? My feet are killing me!” I break our make-out session and yell over the music.
“Yeah, let’s go find the others.”
We found them up in the VIP section and told them we wanted to leave. Everyone agreed seeing that all the boys were drunk, excluding Liam. Harry had to carry me out because I refused to walk, and he needs the exercise anyway. LOL, he doesn’t actually. He’s really fit.
As soon as we get to the elevator, I black out. Alcohol has taken over, and I am totally pooped.
♪The next day♪
Harmony’s POV
Bright light shines through the windows of my room- no, not my room. It’s Harry’s room. My head is pounding, and I can’t remember how I got to bed last night. I really need to learn how to hold my alcohol. I look over to see Harry staring at me with a huge smile on his face. Oh my gosh, did we? No, I’m still dressed. I am freaking out now! Did we? Or did we not? Did he get into my pants? Did he deprive me of my v-card?
His facial expression changes when he sees me freaking out.
“We did not have sex last night,” Harry finally spoke.
“Thank goodness,” I sighed. I looked back t him, and he was pouting.
“Do you not want to have sex with me?” he whimpered.
I laughed at his complaint, “Not when I’m drunk and a virgin, Haz.”
“Oh, you’re a virgin…”
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to stay that way forever,” I said seductively, but not too seductively. His eyes almost popped out of his head. I laughed once more before getting up.
“Morning Lou!” I called.
“Please, keep your voice down. I have a major hangover, and you here are lucky because you don’t.”
“Sorry!” I guess I really do have an upside to drinking. No matter how much I consume, I never get a hangover. I’ve tried it at parties held by Drew, and once I drank so much I blacked out and woke up in the bathtub. Not sure how that happens, but no hangover whatsoever.
“Tell Harry I went home to shower.”
“Kay.”
I made my way out of their apart- flat- and went over to mine. I took a long shower to get the smell of lingering alcohol off of me. I started to sing, because who doesn’t sing in the shower?
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who has further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine guns
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard, those bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I turn off the shower and wrap my body in a towel.
“Since when can you sing?” Harry asks from behind me. What the fuck is he doing here? How long has he been listening?
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