No Control

“It’s still weird thinking that Dax is actually back.” Callie said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn to her and smirk.

“Do you still think he’s hot after all this time?” I ask, because Callie made it no secret throughout the years that she would love to run her tongue across every inch of Dax’s body.

“Hotter.” She replied, almost in a daze as she never took her eyes off of him.

“Since the other Styles is back, I think that means more drinks, more celebration, and less gawking from you Frankenstein.” I hear Niall’s familiar voice as one of his arms is slung around my shoulder. He pinches Callie’s cheek and she instantly turns a shade of red, before swatting his hand away.

“I was not gawking!”

“Baby, you were looking at that boy like you were starving and he was a big plate of turkey and stuffing.” Liam cut in, moving beside her. Apparently nobody missed the fact that Callie was wetter than a fish as she stared at Dax.

“It’s been a while since I’ve eaten.”

“I’ll feed you?” Niall grinned, causing Callie to elbow him in the stomach.

“Enough of these sex metaphors.. real talk now, why are we here, when the drinks are over there?” Liam said, pointing to the alcohol table. He stared at the three of us with raised eyebrows waiting for an answer.

“Good point, lets go.” I agree, and we begin to walk over to the table.

There weren’t many people at this area right now, everyone was on the other side of the hall dancing, or doing something else that kept them very much occupied. It didn’t go unnoticed that an area cleared out as soon as Dax would near. That pissed me off more than anything, but apparently he didn’t notice.. unless he did and just didn’t say anything.

The only people in the bar area were the four of us, Harry, Dax and two sophomores I recognized that were grabbing a few beers. I noticed Dax gave in and was taking a sip out of a red cup, which made me wonder if he was even allowed to drink.. being fresh out of that hospital and on who knows what kind of medication and all. But, nonetheless I kept my mouth shut because I wasn’t up for another round with Harry.

Alyssa and Perrie soon came over to the bar to pour themselves some wine. They looked at the rest of the alcohol with disgust on their face, sickened that the wine they had to offer wasn’t the price of a Bentley.

Annoyed by their presence, I turned around so I didn’t have to see them. My eyes caught a red-headed kid who stood with his back against the wall adjacent to the bar. He had these weird round glasses on that looked like they were straight out of the seventies, and even in the dimmed lighting I could spot the pimples scattered all over his face. He wore a white t-shirt with a comic on it and baggy cargo pants. I internally laughed.. he might as well take a sharpie to his forehead and write “I’m a virgin” in bold. Bless him.

I was actually quite impressed that he came to this party though, looking at him, he doesn’t seem to be the type to be turning up. Not only that but the kid looked like he was petrified of crowds. I mustered up some respect for him, good for him for stepping out of his comfort zone.

I poured myself a drink, not really paying attention to what it was. I walked toward Harry and Dax, leaving Niall and Liam who were trying to persuade Callie to let them hold her upside down while she chugged from a keg.

As soon as I reached the brothers, I narrowed my eyes as they immediately stopped talking and looked at me with over-the-top smiles. Actually, Harry looked at me like that.. Dax just kind of rolled his eyes at whatever the two were talking about.

“No need to stop your conversation on my account. Carry on what you were discussing.” I tell them both.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Harry replied with puppy-dog eyes, looking as innocent as ever. If only..

“Oh please, you two were whispering like bitchy cheerleaders.”

“We weren’t whispering abo-” Dax tried to speak, but Harry cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Yes we were, we were actually talking about your huge ass.” His smirk was taunting and the sparkle in his pale eyes was as alluring as ever, but I mentally smack my subconscious before I let her thoughts about that boy run even more wild than usual.

“At least mines not on my face.” I fire back, not missing a beat.

“From the width of it though, it’s pretty much everywhere.”

“Sort of like your ego then?”

“Christ, don’t you two ever let up on one another?” Dax said in disbelief as he looked between the two of us. He knows this is how we are, he’s been around it growing up. Being away for a whole year though, I guess he forgot how often it was.

“It’s sexual tension.. I’m working on getting rid of it to improve our relationship.” Harry waved his left hand, dismissively and Dax shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I scoffed, “Keep working on it buddy, you’ll be getting as far as a car with one wheel.”

Dax shot out a laugh this time and I was actually taken back. I haven’t heard him laugh like that, so open and carefree, in years. From the corner of my eye I also noticed the look on Harry’s face. It was similar to mine, he must be thinking the same thing I am. I don’t know if it was his brothers sudden change in mood that also turned his around, or the fact that it was his turn to insult me next, but he turned to me with a genuine smile on his face, clearly happy that his brother was finally enjoying himself.

“Your butt was not the topic of discussion.” Dax spoke up once he was finally done laughing.

“Good to know.” I nod and Harry moves beside me, gripping my shoulder with his hand.

“What we were talking about though was about my dearest brother here working up some of the Styles charm on your bestie over there.” He pointed his beer bottle in the direction of Callie who was squirming out of Niall and Liam’s grasp. Obviously they gave up on trying to persuade her and resulted to forcing her.

I couldn’t help the laugh that came out of my mouth. Callie would probably hug Harry right now if she knew how much of a wingman he was being for her. Who would have thought.. Harry Styles doing something good for someone else.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you should go for it.” I tell Dax.

Harry’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, “Holy shit, did you just agree with an idea of mine?”

“I find it hard to believe myself.”

Harry turns to Dax, “Well it’s settled then, if me and Mary over here can agree on something then it’s a good idea. Go fetch boy.”

“That’s true, Archie has a point.” Harry raised his eyebrows at me, looking amused.

“Archie?”

“Yeah, you know people with the name Archie commonly have the nickname dick.”

Harry laughed at my comment, “I believe the name you’re looking for is Richard.”

“I know Richard is another name, but that doesn’t sound as good as Archie.”

Dax was shaking his head with amusement, barley laughing, “And on that note, I’m going for a piss.”

“Come on man, everyone knows she would take you up on that offer faster than you could say ‘where are the condoms’ and as a man, you can not pass up this opportunity.”

“I’m not here to hook up with anyone. I just got out of a hospital, and getting involved with a woman would probably be a ticket to get straight back.”

“I’m not telling you to marry her or anything, just blast her a good bit.” Harry told him and suddenly I don’t find this situation humorous anymore because this wasn’t wingmanning, this was pimping someone out. Yeah, there is a fine line between the two.

“You are not fucking and dumping my best friend. I love you and all, but I won’t hesitate killing you if you hurt the girl.” I defend. Before I have time to move, Harry hand is covering my face, pushing me backwards.

“Don’t listen to this, listen to me.” Harry was still pushing me, and I then slapped his arm.

“This? I am a person you rats ass.” I scowl at him.

“You won’t put out, therefore you are not a person.” I find nothing funny about his statement, so I punch him in the arm. “Getting touchy little Mary, too bad it’s not literally.” He pokes my cheek with his index finger, laughing to himself at my anger.

“And again, on that note I am going to piss.” Dax says, and as Harry turns his head to look at his brother, I take that as my chance to put him in a headlock.

“Bro, don’t go!” He choked out, my arm was around his neck, squeezing little tighter. Dax was already halfway down the hall so his pleas were useless. “Get off me Barbie!”

“Who are you calling Barbie, you little ape?” I don’t know how long I had a grip on Harry, but it must’ve been quite some time because before I knew what was going on, the music had stopped and I realized it was a lot quieter in the room.

The hall was silent for whatever reason, and all you could hear were insults such as, ‘you fight like a bitch’ or ‘stop being a pussy and do something you twat.’ I somehow managed to keep my grip on his neck, but of course Harry was very much stronger than me, so he found a way to get me off of the ground and slung over his shoulder, and that is when we realized we were no longer surrounded by just our peers.

“Guys..” Liam’s voice snapped us out of it, and we both froze on the spot. Technically, Harry froze, and I had no choice since I was still over his shoulder. I could not see what was happening, the only view I had right now was of his ass, but something caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Balls.” Harry muttered. Slowly he set me to my feet again, so that now I was face to face with him. His eyes were wide as he looked over my shoulder, then he glanced at me. “We have company.”

I was confused as well, the look of panic on his face is one like he just saw Perez Hilton coming out of nowhere with lube and a dildo. Very soon however, my expression must have matched his as I saw three new and uninvited party guests.

“Good to see you could tear away from beating the crap out of each other to give us your undivided attention.” Principal Miles spoke up, I could practically see the smoke radiating off of him.

Who the hell invited the old guy?

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