“Hello?” I asked with a chuckle into my cell.

“Hey, so you’re still coming right?” I smiled as the younger girl spoke.

“Lily, we just talked about this at the office less than 3 hours ago, yes I’m still coming!” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, I’m just making sure.” She laughed nervously. “I don’t think I could do this without you.”

“You’re going to be fine, I promise.”

“But like what if Niall wants to fuck?” she gasped. “Oh my god, you’re my boss. I’m so sorry.”

“Lil, I told you, we’re friends outside of work, I’m only your boss within the confines of the office.” She let out a short breathe of relief. “And to be honest, he’s probably going to be handsy, but we can deal with it, you can deal with it. He’s nothing you can’t handle. You have the vagina. You run the show.”

“I mean I guess, I’ve just never been out with someone like Niall. He’s just sweet and funny, caring and spontaneous, but he seems kind of like an asshole sometimes, so I don’t know.”

“Well just play it by ear.” I shrugged, even though she couldn’t see me. “I know them all pretty well, Niall’s no exception. It’ll be fine.”

“I know. So anyways, we’re meeting at 11 still, right?”

“How about you just come to my place now, we can get ready together, bring a couple outfits and we’ll get you looking good for the lads.” I chuckled.

“Yes, okay.” She sounded more nervous than I could even imagine. The thing I liked about Lily was that she didn’t care about Niall’s fame. And if they ended up hitting it off, Lily was someone I wouldn’t mind having around. Although I didn’t want them together, because I know personally how hard it is, I’d take Lily over any other girl Niall could find.

“See you soon.”

“Bye!” she said, quickly hanging up.

I made my way into the living room, where Pete was hanging out.

“I wish you weren’t going out tonight.” He pouted.

“I’m just going to keep an eye on Lily. She’s really nervous.” I plopped down next to him, swinging my legs over his knees.

“I know, who all is going to be there?” he looked over at me.

I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t really feel like getting into it. I knew Harry was going to be there, that was basically the entire reason I was going, but he didn’t know that. I felt bad keeping this sort of thing from Pete, but it wasn’t really like I could be honest either. It all seemed so much like my relationship with Harry. Sneaking around with other guys, trying to keep it as low-key as possible but it always seemed to backfire. It wasn’t even as bad as it was Harry. I wasn’t letting other guys kiss me, or take me on dates. I was simply going to the club, with my friends, and potentially harmless flirting to drive Harry insane. I was just playing his game.

I sighed, looking back at him. “Niall and Lily will be there for sure, but that’s I knows a guarantee.”

“And Harry?”

“Could possibly turn up.” I shrugged. “I know Niall has a few friends from home him, but seriously past that I don’t know who will show up.”

“You need to be careful.” Pete said sternly.

“And what does that mean?” I eyed him, not wanting to get into a fight right before I left.

“Don’t be stupid around him, if he’s there. I know you’re going to get drunk, and I know how you are when you’re drunk.” He said.

“Yeah, I want to jump my boyfriend’s bones when I’m drunk.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

“What?”

“You’ll be at the club, horny like usual when you drink, and I won’t be there. He will be.”

“And that’s when I come home and have sex with you, Peter.” I rolled my eyes. “Seriously. Stop doing this. If I didn’t want to be with you, I would end our relationship. Okay?”

“He’s just Harry Styles, dream man of all females alive. And just Pete Malone, stock broker, no girls know I exist.”

“And yet here I sit on this couch, with you.” I rolled my eyes again, pecking his check. “I love you.”

I leaned in to give him a proper kiss when he surprised me by pulling me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, snaking a hand into his hair. I leaned in, kissing him with everything inside me. I needed him to know that it was him, no matter what. He let his hands roam up and down my sides, pulling me as close to him as he could. I knew Lily would be here soon, but this was the most heated kiss we had shared in weeks. I tugged slightly on his hair, receiving a soft, throaty moan from him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and let it dance for dominance with his. No matter how old he was, or young I felt sometimes, kisses never changed. He had as much passion as anyone else, not that it would be any other way. As our kiss heated, my impatience grew. I wanted my hunky boyfriend and I wanted him right here on this couch.

I rocked my hips over his, feeling him smirk into our kiss. He detached his lips from mine, only to land them on my neck. He kissed and suckled his way to the exposed part of my chest. I leaned back, slowly undoing all of the buttons the work shirt I still had on, had. I let the shirt creep down my shoulders and onto the floor behind us. Pete looked at me, tapping my legs to stand up. I did as I was told, watching as he reached out to undo my dress pants. I shimmied out of them before undoing his jeans, and making him get out of them.

I took my place back on his lap, shoving my lips to his. We worked in perfect harmony as he slid a hand down my front, neck to underwear. Pete was never one for rough, spontaneous sex. He was into the romancing and taking it slow kind of sex. But something about the look in his eyes told me this was going to be a round of rare, wild sex. I didn’t mind slow paced, love making, but sometimes you just needed a good fuck.

He slid my underwear to the side, not bothering to take them off at all. He slid one finger along my nub, and slowly into me. I smiled at the sensation, one I hadn’t had in a while. Lately, Pete and I had been working so much, intimacy fell to the back burner. So this was something that needed to happen. I palmed at his boxer clad manhood. I continued to rub along the outside of his boxers, before I felt him get completely hard. I took this as my opportunity to spring him free.

After a couple more fingers were added to me, I was a squirming mess on top of Pete, hardly able to keep up my movements for him.

“Babe.” I moaned out as he found my sensitive spot with a curl of his fingers.

“Yes?” he smirked.

“Need you, now.” I mumbled, latching my lips to his.

Without breaking the kiss, he adjusted me on his lap, lining himself up. With one swift motion, he started his soft pace. I let myself fully adjust to the position before I started to rock in time with him. He took a tight grip on my hips, moving me to his pace. He slowly sped up more and more, causing me to get vocal. I let a long, high pitched moan out as he continuously hit my sensitive spot, again and again.

“Babe…Ohh, Pete.” I moaned into his neck, not feeling like I was going to be able to hold on much longer.

He picked up his pace, pounding me hard from beneath. I was slowly unraveling around him, not caring what was coming out of my mouth. I let a string of profanities fly before I bottomed him out inside. I sat for a second, before I started to move. I rolled my hips back and forth, letting him fill me entirely. He threw his head back against the couch, eyes closed. I moaned out his name as I rode him, feeling the familiar pulling at the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, baby. Yes, just like that…ohhh Spencer.” Pete groaned, gripping my hips so tight, I’m sure I’d have bruises.

I leaned his face towards mine, catching his lips with mine. That’s all it took for me to throw myself over the edge. I clenched myself around his dick, coming happily. I gripped his shoulders tight as he took control back, slipping in and out of me a few more times before finally spilling himself into me. After coming down from our highs, I couldn’t help but smile. He usually put up a fight to go to bed and finish, but this time he didn’t even mention moving.

“What?” he smiled, up at me trying to catch his breathe.

“We just fucked on the couch.” I giggled, with him still inside of me.

“And it was great.” He laughed, pulling me in for a kiss.

I reluctantly broke the kiss, pulling off of him, heading towards the shower. He followed close behind, joining me in the bathroom. He turned the water onto the temperature I liked, getting us both towels from the closest. I smiled as he moved about, making sure everything was okay. It was weird how domestic we really were. It was like we a married couple, living life like we would any other day. We had a routine, and did the same things almost every day, but something about our relationship felt more serious lately.

After dinner the other night when he brought up marriage, I began to think about things seriously. I wasn’t sure if he had mentioned it because he was ready or wanted to get married or because he wanted to marry me because he thought I was going to leave him. I wanted our marriage to come on our own terms of love and caring, not rushed because he thinks I’m going to cheat or something.

I was shook from my thoughts as Pete wrapped his arms around me. “Water is warm now.”

“Okay, but no funny business because Lily will be here soon.” I chuckled.

“Damn it.” he pouted. “I love you, babe. You know that right?”

“Yes, why?” I spun around before getting into the water.

“Because sometimes I’m just an idiot and I can’t stop myself before it’s too late. I trust you entirely, I don’t care who is there tonight. I know you’ll come home to me.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” I scoffed. “I think I just did that on the couch.”

“Good point.” He kissed my lips. “Now, let’s get in before all the hot water runs out.”

“I love you.” I said as he cheekily slapped my bare bum. “Lied, I hate you.”



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“Oh my god.” Lily smiled, slightly buzzed from the pregame shots I made her take. “I can’t believe you got me in here!”

“It pays to know people.” I chuckled, feeling warm myself.

“But we’re late, Niall told me they’re here already.”

“We’re never late, we’re fashionably late.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I know where they’ll be.”

We weaved through the crowd, trying not to get separated, but the place was packed tonight. I made my way up the small flight of stairs in the corner of the club. A large man suited in black stopped us at the top.

“Ah Miss McMichael, Mr. Horan told me to be expecting you!”

“Great! Thank you!” I smiled as he moved aside.

“You’re so cool.” Lily giggled as we made our way over to the group. “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be, you have the upper hand.”

“How so?”

“Well, like I said earlier, we have the vaginas, aaannnnndd you have me on your side. I know the boys better than they think.” I winked, as I saw the blonde quiff of hair we were to meet. “Relax.”

She let out a shaky breathe, smiling at me. I looked back over to the group, Niall, Zayn, two guys I’m sure were Niall’s hometown friends, one random girl, and the mop of hair that suddenly made me nervous. Lily looked up at me as I scanned the group, noticing my slip.

“Don’t be nervous either. You aren’t doing anything wrong, you’re just playing the game.” She smiled, reassuring me this time.

“Yes, but I have a lot more at stake here and I’m touchy when I’m drunk.”

“But that guy…” she pointed back to the bouncer. “He won’t let anyone else but whoever is supposed to be here, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I smiled, taking her hand, leading her over to the group.

“Spencer, Lily!” Zayn spotted us first. He got up hugging both of us tightly.

“Hey Zayn, I’m gonna need a hit of that.” He looked at me curiously, not having any weed visible on him. “I smell it.”

He nodded silently, as Niall made his way over. “Spencer, I was so surprised when Lily said you were joining us, you never come out with us anymore.” He pouted.

“Yes, that’s because I have a boring stick up my ass, named Pete.” I chuckled.

“Trouble brewing?”

“No, he just doesn’t like how hard we party.” I laughed.

“We do know how to throw one down.” Niall said, pulling me in for a hug, before moving onto Lily.

I didn’t hover, but I stayed close enough to listen to him.

“I’m so glad you’re here. And in that dress.” I snickered to myself as they hugged. “Well come on, let me introduce you to the lads.”

I took that as my cue to plop down in between Zayn and Harry because why not. I listened as Niall spoke proudly about his friends from home.

“This is Jake, and this is Brady and his girlfriend Teagan. They’re my friends from primary school back home. There one of the only ones who’ve stayed with me this entire time. Best mates for sure.” Niall said. “And lads, this is Spencer, and Lily.” I waved cordially, as he turned to just Lily. “And I know you met Zayn, but that wanker is Harry.”

“Hi Lily, nice to meet you.” He smiled his best dimple smile, before Nialls friend cut in.

“Lovely to meet you both. But Lily, as in the Lily, Niall can’t seem to stop talking about?” Brady smirked.

“Shut up.” Niall said, turning bright red.

“Awe, Niall you talk about her.” I smirked, not making it any better.

“Shut up.” He repeated.

“I think it’s cute.” Harry spoke up for the first time. Lily looked at me then over to Harry then back to me.

“Yeah, I do too.” I smiled over at Harry, batting my eyelashes. I leaned back into the couch, pressing myself a little closer to Harry than Zayn, but not obviously enough that anyone would know.

“I need a drink.” Harry mumbled.

“Oh me too!” I smiled. “I’ll come with you. Lily, what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re having.” She smiled.

“I’d be careful with that, she likes to go strong and hard.” Harry smiled at the younger girl.

“I think I can keep up.” Lily smirked back. “Niall will take of me anyways.”

“But who’s going to take of Spencer then, if you’re both shitfaced? You came together didn’t you?” Jake asked, confused.

“Harry’s got her I’m sure.” Lily smirked, leaving a bewildered look on most of the guy’s faces, probably even mine.

“I’ll be fine.” I smiled. “Zayn can take me home if not.”

I got an odd look from Zayn but just shrugged it off with a goofy face. He chuckled, but I knew better than to think that conversation was over. I followed behind Harry close enough I wouldn’t lose him, but not too close for someone to get the wrong idea. We probably should have just ordered from a passing waitress, but whatever. It didn’t make sense to me as to why there was no bar in the secluded section, but I didn’t question it. I felt the bodies multiply, making it harder to follow Harry. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, realizing I wasn’t as close as he thought. He stopped, waiting for me to catch up, looking annoyed. As I reached him, he grabbed my arm, slinging me in front of him to lead the way. He kept a hand on my back, guided me through the people.

As I made my way to an open spot at the bar, the bartender immediately came over. Must be the fancy bra and loads of cleavage, regardless I smiled to myself. I put in our orders, already knowing what Harry would want.

“I see you’ve still got it.” Harry murmured.

“Have I ever lost it?” I chuckled.

“I doubt you ever will. Did you order mine?” he watched as the bartender placed three drinks in front of me.

“Yes.” I rolled my eyes, handing the bartender my card. “Open a tab.”

“You going to be buying my drinks all night?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“No, no Harold.” I placed a hand on his chest. “I think that’s your job.”

“And why would it be my job?” he snickered. “I’m not your boyfriend anymore.”

“Ah yes, but you’re a boy, and a friend.” I shrugged, sipping my drink handing him his. “Close enough, right?”

“Not how it works.” He said, causing me to pout.

“Well regardless, you owe me at least one.” I winked, pushing past him, drinks in hand.

I smiled at myself, I wasn’t doing anything wrong but it felt good to have playful banter between us again. I paused, making sure his feet caught up to his brain and he was following me. I waited for him to catch up, spinning around heading back towards the stairs. I could feel him hot on my tail, leaving barely any space. We made our back into the group. I gave Lily her drink, before taking my original seat.

“Where’d Brady and Teagan go?” I asked.

“To dance.” Niall shrugged. “We ordered a round of shots, I don’t know why you two didn’t just use the lady waiting on us.”

“I wanted to see if I could still just walk up to the bar and be waited on right away!” I chuckled.

“And the verdict is?” Zayn raised an eyebrow.

“What do you think, mate?” Harry rolled his eyes. “Of course the dude basically dropped the drink he was mixing to get her order.”

“And damn does it feel great.” I laughed, causing everyone to join in.

“I can’t wait to do that.” Lily smiled. “I hope people notice me like they do you, Spencer.”

“Oh hunnie, they will. Trust me.” I wiggled my eyebrows, glancing at Niall who was smirking.

I watched as he casually threw an arm around Lily, pulling her close into his side. He whispered something into her ear, causing her to blush and take a long swig of her drink. I was pulled from my observing by Zayn leaning in to me.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“What do you mean what’s up?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m at the club with you idiots.”

“What’s up with you jumping to go get drinks with Harry?” he eyed me, mouth basically pressed to my ear so no one could hear.

“I needed a drink, so did Lily, and she can’t go order it. Well I guess she could, once you’re in no one checks your ID.” I shrugged.

“You could have done that on your own.”

“Zayn. Don’t ask questions, you don’t want answers too.” I sighed.

“Are you trying to get back with him?” he asked, confused.

“No, I’m trying to match the game he’s playing.” I raised eyebrow.

“What game?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. He acts all friendly and flirtatious towards me, and I know he’s doing it to mess with my head. He doesn’t care about me, he doesn’t want anything but to fuck with me. I don’t care what Louis has to say on the matter, he certainly doesn’t like me anymore.”

“I don’t know what Lou told you, but I’d probably listen to him when it comes to that bloke.” He nodded towards Harry, nose pressed into his phone.

“And what would you say on the matter?”

“That he does still love you and you being happy is very hard for him to watch.” He shrugged. “All I know is that he doesn’t really like the monster he’s with, so it’s just an act to try and make you think he’s doing okay.”

“Oh my god. You sound exactly like Lou!” I groaned, slouching back into my chair dramatically.

“But hey, I’ll help if I can.” Zayn smirked.

“What do you mean?” I sat back up.

“I like fucking around with Harry when it comes to you.” He said, void of emotion.

“That’s so cruel.” I smirked back at him. “I love it.”

“So I’ll just push him right into your lap, don’t worry about it.” he smiled.

“Excellent.” I smiled as the waitress set down a tray of shots in front of us.

We all took a glass respectfully, looking around to see if anyone was going to talk before we down them. Zayn raised an eyebrow at Niall, who gave him a nod. I guess Zayn was going to talk.

“So here’s to a wild night, with our best friends. Here’s to Spencer and Harry being able to sit thigh to thigh without ripping off each other’s head. Here’s to Lily. Here’s to Niall’s mates being here. And last but not least. Here’s to whatever the night has in store. Cheers.”

We all threw in our collective cheers, letting the liquid slip down our throats. I cracked up at Zayn’s toast, leave it to him to think outside the box. I finished my drink, flagging the waitress over ordering three more, two for me, one for Lily. I told her my last name for my tab, and settled back into my seat.

Pregaming at my place was certainly hitting both Lily and me. I looked over at the girl, who was dusted a light shade of pink warmth, mostly from Niall, but partly the alcohol. She caught my eye, smiling timidly. She looked back at Niall noticing he was talking to someone else before she made a confused face, followed by a thumbs up and then a thumbs down. I caught on to what she wanted, pointing both my thumbs up, with a huge smile. She settled farther into his side, looking over at him. He noticed her movement, tucking her even farther into his arm, before looking down at me. He whispered something, before placing a quick, chaste kiss on her lips, returning to his conversation. I internally squealed. As much as I didn’t want her to get hurt, they were a damn cute pair. I leaned to the side a little too much, falling into Harry. I wasn’t drunk, I was just tipsy.

“So you’re helping that move along then?” Harry asked, looking over at Lily and Niall.

“I think it’s cute.” I shrugged.

“Niall needs a girl like her. She’s younger, but that’s what he needs.” Harry nodded, sipping his drink.

“I agree. I think she can handle him.” I looked over at Harry. “I just get worried if they get involved and you guys tour again.”

“You know that’s inevitable?” he chuckled. “We’re making a new album now, it’s going to come out right before Liam’s wedding and then about 6 weeks after they come back from their honeymoon, we’re going back on another world tour.”

“Are you telling me exclusive One Direction secrets, Harold Styles?” I sat up to face him better.

“I mean, maybe you aren’t supposed to know, but I trust you not to say anything.” He eyed me.

“Oh wait,” I chuckled, placing a hand on his arm. “Now you trust me?”

“Don’t start.” He said as a small smile crept to his lips.

“I think I like this better than any other Harry I’ve dealt with since everything.” I sighed, watching as the waitress brought me new drinks.

“I like it when you’re drunk and not yelling at me.” Harry smiled.

“Who says I’m drunk now?” I looked at him.

“You’re touching me for one, for two you came into the club drunk, and you’ve ordered yourself three drinks, I’d say you’re drunk.”

“Okay, Lily!” I shouted, handing her a drink. “This drink is for you, see only two for me, and I wasn’t really that drunk when I got here and sometimes it’s cool to touch you, I like touching you.” I said, before I realized what I was saying.

“Oh really? Tell me more.” He leaned closer.

“Not what I meant! But I guess if we’re being honest, that was probably my favorite part of our relationship. The parts I got to touch.”

I heard Zayn choke on his drink behind me, causing me to smirk turning my attention back to Harry.

“Yeah that was always nice. It’s a shame we don’t do that anymore.” Harry mumbled.

“I’m sure you’re little drama queen would rip me to shreds if she even knew I was here right now.” I looked at him. “But I guess it’s not like she hasn’t assaulted me before.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” he sat up a little.

“Oh, um, yeah nothing, never mind.” I shifted awkwardly.

“Tell me.” He looked at me seriously.

“She sort of paid me a visit earlier this week, called me a few names, yelled a bit, pushed me, then pushed me so hard I fell but I’m okay. The cops came, I didn’t chose to press charges, because I’d rather not get into legal issues with the girlfriend of my ex-fiancé. Nothing serious.”

“Spencer, what…why... I mean… who was there?”

“The whole office, it wasn’t a big deal. I called security, who called the cops, which I didn’t even want. But security took care of it. That’s it.”

“Lily?” Harry called over the table, causing me to inwardly groan.

“Yeah, what’s up?” she smiled, everyone’s attention now on the two of them.

“Did Zara come into the office the other day and try to fight Spencer?” he asked, sternly.

Lily looked at him blankly, then met my eyes with her pleading own. “Um.”

“No, don’t let her tell you what to say, did Zara, or did she not do that?”

“She came in yelling and screaming, then when Spencer tried to get her out of the office she wouldn’t leave. We had a few clients in at the time, but Spencer got her to at least go out into the entrance way. She yelled some more, Spencer told her to leave, then Zara sort of lunged at Spencer, knocking her down, and I think if security wouldn’t have come in, she would have tried to like, I don’t know, beat her up?” Lily looked at me with sorry eyes, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t just told Harry.

Harry looked at Lily with a nod before turning back to me. Before I knew what was happening, Harry had his arms around me in a huge hug. I wasn’t sure what to do. This was the most contact I had with him since I hugged him goodbye in the underbellies of an arena almost 3 years ago. I slowly wrapped my arms around him, unsure of what to really do. I patted his back, letting him know he was good to let go, I was okay.

“I’m so sorry.” He grabbed my hands. “Why didn’t you call me and tell me?”

“Because I’m an adult and so is she.” I shrugged, feeling awkward.

“I have to talk to her. She’s been driving me mental.” He let go of my hands, falling back into the couch.

I looked around the table, everyone looking at us. I shrugged making a whatever face, before sitting back into the couch myself. I watched as Niall stood up, holding a hand out for Lily.

“We’re going to go tear the dancefloor up.” Niall smirked, as Lily set her freshly polished off drink down with a shrug.

“Have fun!” Zayn and I said simultaneously.

“Ready for that hit?” Zayn asked.

“Yes, light it up.”

“I would but the bouncer said something about the manager complaining last time we were here.” Zayn said. “So we have to go outside, risky. Or we could have the car pick us up and do it in there. Or go back to my flat, which is actually everyone’s flat.”

“Car.” I said. “But I have to find Lily first. Which door?”

“Front, unfortunately.” He shrugged.

I stood up with a nod, only one and a half of my drinks gone. I made my way to the dance floor, sure I was never going to be able to find them until I saw the light catch the perfect blonde quiff. Of course, leave it to Niall’s hair to save the day. I pushed my way through the crowd, getting a few nasty remarks and a few scumbags trying to dance up on me before I got to them.

“Hey! I’m going to head out with Zayn to smoke a J.” I said. “Are you going to be okay?”

Lily looked at me then back to Niall when a smile broke out on her face. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thank you for coming tonight, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

I hugged her tight as she whispered her thanks, smiling down at her. I turned to Niall, wrapping him in a hug as well.

“Don’t hurt her. Don’t push your limits.” I said into his ear. I felt him smirk against my neck.

“I’ll let her call all the shots.” He said as we pulled apart. “Promise.”

“Have fun you guys!” I said with a wink, heading towards the front door.

I was thoroughly surprised to find Harry standing next to Zayn by the front door, a few bodyguards around them. I made my way over to the pair, only to be stopped by the guards. They were both guys I had never seen before. They must be from the club.

“I’m with them.” I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry Miss, you’ll need to step back.”

“Oh my god. I know them!” I groaned frustrated.

“Miss, please stay back.”

“Fucking hell. ZAYN!” I yelled, finally getting his attention.

“Spencer, we were waiting for you.”

“Yes, well meatheads here think I’m a crazy fan and won’t let me in the huddle.”

“Mate, she’s with us.” Zayn chuckled.

“Oh sorry, I wasn’t aware. That’s my apologies Miss.”

“Yes, my apologies. I sucked this ones dick for years with an engagement ring on my finger and you’re going to try and not let me go with them. Good day sir.” I said, very drunk.

The bodyguard looked between the three of us very curiously.

“It’s true, they were engaged, and she certainly sucked his dick.” Zayn chuckled.

“I’m sorry she’s so intoxicated. We’ll handle her to the car, just keep everyone else back.” Harry said. “I thought you weren’t drunk?”

“I wasn’t, until I stood up.” I hiccupped, as we made our way outside. “Make sure I don’t fall.”

“Are you sure? Last time I did that you ripped my head off.”

“Make sure I don’t fall.” I looked at him again.

“Ready?” Zayn asked.

“Wait! I don’t wanna fall.” I pouted before grabbing one of Zayn’s hands and one of Harry’s. Pete certainly couldn’t be mad at me if I had each of them attached to me.

Zayn led us in between the club provided body guards, holding my left hand tight with his right. Harry stayed slightly behind me, catching me every time I decided to stumble, right hand in my right hand, left hand placed on my back, guiding me.

“You’re a drunk mess.” He whispered with a chuckle.

“I like when I’m a drunk mess.” I shrugged.

“Why’s that?” he asked as quiet as he could, keeping some distance, so the cameras around us couldn’t hear him or make it seem like something more.

“Cause when I’m a drunk mess, we get along.” I smiled up at him, as Zayn pulled me into the car, letting Harry slide in next to me. “Now let’s go get baked!”

I tried to hide my drunken slip up with my excitement. Zayn bought it, but that’s because he didn’t know what Harry and I had just talked about. I knew when I got drunk, I liked him. I told Josh that ages ago. But I never thought I would almost make a crucial slip up like that. I hadn’t said anything really incriminating but it still wasn’t great. I was just hoping that no on lookers could hear us.

What was I even doing? This was all just supposed to be playful flirting, nothing like this. I wasn’t supposed to get this drunk. I wasn’t supposed to say things like that to Harry. I was supposed to hate Harry.

I needed to get out of the game as fast as I got in. I needed to talk to Lily but she was probably too busy sucking face with Niall. I was a mess that much Harry had right. I had to sort out my thoughts and find my way home to start the damage control with Pete.

Notes

hey guys, first off, sorry for taking so long to update. school has been kicking my ass!

second off, i had trouble writing this. it's a lot of words but i don't feel like there's much content. so i apologize for that.

third, this stuff even though it's not super great, it's still kind of important for things to come.

fourth, i'm going to jump ahead a few months in the story closer to fashion week and then Christmas and then the wedding. i just need to get this going faster to get to the good stuff you're all waiting for. let me know if you're opposed to that.

anyways,
thanks for reading, love you all
xx