Feeling Fire

Alia's POV;

Now here is the type of place i've always wanted to go. A fancy party with a pretty dress and some nice tasting wine. But, although I was here, I felt out of place, like I wasn't supposed to be a socialite. I felt empty.

"Are you okay?" Mike whispered in my ear. I looked up at him and nodded. One of the problems about the situation I was in was that although I wanted a nice tasting glass of wine, I couldn't bring myself to drink any alcohol. Whether that be because of my drunken father or knowing that I'll have a head ache tomorrow is still unknown to me. I was slightly bored. Okay, not slightly, completely. My best friend, Mike, was invited to this birthday party for the new and upcoming model Harry Styles and insisted he bring me along with him, seeing as he and his boyfriend were currently in a fight. I watched as he interacted with them and kept up casual conversations about wine and weather.

"I'm going to freshen up." I said to him and he nodded. I walked toward the big house and pushed past drunk couples, or perhaps they weren't couples, touching and kissing in the most awkward way. Trying to avoid being touched by them I finally made it upstairs where I intended on finding an empty bedroom in which I could lay down and read the last few chapters of the book I was on. After entering a few rooms with people naked and... Having intercourse, I found a room that was completely empty. I walked inside and locked the door. The room was huge, of course, every room was. It was styled in a minimilist way, blacks, whites and greys with the occasional hint of colour that was shown by a pillow on the couch or a few on the bed. I took my heels off and got up onto the bed and fixed the pillows so they were against the bed head and rested my back against it. I pulled out my phone from my clutch and opened my ibook app.

Harry's POV;

"Cheers," They said as we all clinked our wine glasses together. I was getting awfully tired of putting up a front. I turned 22 today and my best friend's thought it'd be fun to throw me a surprise party. Although I appreciate it I would much rather be just celebrating with them, playing a few games on my playstation and what not.

"I'll be right back," I lied and smiled at them. I walked back inside and into the kitchen, where I went to put my glass down. Just before my glass touched the bench top someone bumped into my arm and my arm collided with my chest, making the glass break in my hand. "Shit," I muttered. The man turned around and apologised, offering help, but I decline and made my way upstairs. My hand was now bleeding. What a great day this was turning out to be. I went straight for the bathroom but realised it was locked.

"I'm in here you fucking pricks!" Some girl slurred. I walked away and went to one of the rooms, which had a on suite, but only found a threesome taking place. Thank god my holiday house had 5 bedrooms. I went to all the other rooms to realise they were all occupied by sexual acts. When I got to the last one it was locked. I pulled out a key from my pocket that opened all the door rooms and opened the door. To my surprise this time there was a girl with flushed cheeks starring at me. The lights were out and the only way I could see her face was from the light coming from her phone.

"Sorry," I said whilst walking in. I closed the door behind me and locked it. "I need to do some cleaning up." I opened the light and gestured to my hand. She quickly got onto her feet and put her phone on the bedside table.

"What happened?" She asked sounding concerned.

"I accidentally broke my wine glass in my hand." I replied, she walked to me quickly and it was then when I noticed how beautiful she was. She had a long champagne coloured dress on and her hair was down and pulled to one side that rested just between her breasts. She had a simple bracelet on and a simple ring on her right hand. I couldn't see her face yet cause she held my forearm and examined my hand.

"Come," She said and I couldn't help but smirk. I'd like to make her come, that's for sure. She sat me down on the edge of the bed and before I could get a good look at her face she was looking around the room.

"The bathroom is to your left." I pointed out. "There's a first aid kit in the medicine cabinet." She padded across the tiled floor and disappeared into the bathroom. I smiled to myself. Everyone I know is always in shoes in anyone's house, and here was this mysterious girl, running around in one of my bedrooms barefoot. It was kind of a turn on. She came back and sat right beside me on the bed.

Alia's POV;

I wasn't going to lie, he was very attractive. Not that I would admit it to him and boost his ego which is definitely already through the roof. I lifted his hand and held his wrist with my left hand and pulled out some antiseptics. It was a small spray bottle which would of been convenient for travelling and sprayed it over his wounds, making sure to clean it properly. When the first lot of the spray hit his wounds he winced loudly and his right hand, which was his good hand, grabbed my left hand's wrist. I looked up at him and his eyes were shut. When he slowly began opening his eyes everything in my being told me to look away, but I couldn't. His eyes were finely open and baring into my eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, probably cause I could feel my heart beating so hard and fast that I couldn't focus on his emotions. We gazed/starred at each other for what felt like forever, "I don't think there's any glass in your cuts." I breathed. I wanted to slap myself. I sounded so breathless and needy. I looked back down at our hands and noticed his blood was about to leak onto his bed. I quickly pulled my legs up so the blood would drip onto the dress I'd never wear again and quickly grabbed some cotton pads and wiped it all up. After I was done I looked at my dress and noticed nothing had spilt on it. I patched up his hand and wrapped it.

"Thank you." He said. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me so I smiled back.

"You're welcome." I replied looking at him. I stood and picked up the first aid bag and took it back into the bathroom. When I returned his tie, blazer and shoes were all on the ground and he was on top of the bed, laying down on a pillow. I walked over to my shoes and slipped them back on.

"What are you doing?" He asked in almost a whisper.

"Leaving you in peace." I replied. What the fuck, why did I say that... He chuckled lightly.

"I'm just gonna take a nap, you go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before and then you can leave." He said. They way he said it sounded more like a command rather than an option. Well.. Who am I to say no to the birthday boy. I took my shoes off again and sat back into my position.

"Ah, the lights." I got back up and quickly walked over to the switch and switched it off. I stood there until my eyes adjusted to the dark, which I hated unless I was reading in it, and walked back over to the bed and sat on it. I opened my phone and just before I began reading again he spoke,

"What are you doing on your phone? Socialising?" He sounded very tired.

"The opposite actually. I'm reading." I replied quietly.

"Thank you again for today," He said with a yawn in between.

"You're very welcome." I replied. He rolled over to his side and curled up to himself. He was facing my way. When his breathing slowed down and became even I whispered, "Happy birthday, Harry Styles."

Notes

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