The Lucky Gal

I woke up the next morning feeling like hell. My head was pounding as I entered my bathroom and emptied what was in my stomach. The cloths I wore to the club the night before were still on my body. I striped them off before putting on a pair of before taking some Advil that Lou had left on my side table. I made my way down stairs and into the kitchen were I sat at the dinning room table were Louis and Jordan were already talking quietly.

"How was your night out?" Jordan asked me with an amused smirk once him and Lou and finished talking.

"Never let me drink that much again!" I begged the men sitting around me.

"You used to drink double that in high school." Lou chuckled.

"I stopped drinking a year after you left." I told him seriously before I laid my head back on the table.

“So how was getting drunk Alice to bed last night, after Niall dropped her off.” Louis joked to Jordan.

“Niall didn’t bring her home, Harry did and she was asleep so he carried her to bed.” Jordan said confused. Both sets of eyes at the table looked over to me for an answer, Louis wearing a suggestive smile on his face.

“I was drunk, he was determined to take me home. I just wanted to sleep so I stopped fighting and then must have passed out on the way home.” I mumbled an explanation. The med gave each other uneasy looks before turning back to their breakfast.

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The club was packed to the brim the next night as I leaned my elbows against the bar, talking to Zayn as he made my orders. “I called the club, they dident see it. Why don’t you ask Harry, maybe it fell out in his car?” Zayn suggested with a small shrug.

“But I don’t want to talk to him, he scares me!” I whined earning a chuckle from Zayn as he poured more drinks.

“Well if you want your phone back, he might be your only chance.” Zayn smirked as he sat there scotches on my tray. I sent him a small pout before making my way to the familiar table. I could see the back of his curly brown hair being healed back by a black scarf. I steadily sat the glasses in front of the punk men that sat around the large table.

“Harry do you have my phone?” I asked tentatively. His lips pulled up into his signature smirk as he pulled my black Iphone out of his pocket.

“You mean this?” he asked casually as he waved it around in the air. “ Maybe we can make a little exchange. You can do something for me, and then you can get your phone back. And maybe if you are a good girl I will do something for you as well.” He said suggestively, making my stomach do flips.

“Just give me my dame phone back.” I growled as I reached for it, failing as his long arms were able to keep it out of my small arms reach. The men around the table laughed at my misfortune and stared at my ass as my skirt rose slightly during my struggle.

“Only because you look so sexy when you are flustered.” He next to my ear befor nipping on it lightly as he stuck my phone down my shirt and between my breasts. I shoved the tall man off me and stomped back to the bar.

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The tube doors opened and I slipped off onto the platform. Walking onto the deserted streets, but that was to be expected at 3 am. Lou and I walked down the streets as I pulled my thin jacket closer to my body trying to hide myself from the slight wind that blew accost the night. We walked in silence other than our shoes hit the sidewalks with light thumps. My bag vibrated causing me to dig through my purse looking for my phone. Lou laughed as I stopped and shoved things from my purse into his hands.

“You should clean that out! Do you really need all this stuff?” he questioned as I finally found my phone and shoved it in my back pocket, holding my bag back open for him to shove the stuff back in.

“Shut up! All that stuff has a reason for being in there! Its not there unless I use it constantly.” I replyed defensively with a huff.

“Oh really how about this?” he questioned holding up an unopened condom that he had found.
“Do you use this regularly because im pretty sure you haven’t got laid in about 8 months.” He joked as he through it back in my purse, although we both knew it was true. I rolled my eyes before bumping my hip against his as I pulled my phone out.

‘New Message’ flashed very my string as I quickly opened it, carious as to who was text me at this time of night. The name Harry Styles opened on my screen and I couldn’t help but let out a hint of annoyance. “That fucking prick!” I mumbled to myself. ‘Hello doll, thought that you would be home by now. Maybe I can sneak in and you can give me that favor for giving you your phone back. ;)’ he send suggestively. My annoyance begain to out way the fear I had for him as I typed ‘Fuck off’ and pressed send before the phone was slid back into my pocket without a second thought.

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