Kat downed another shot, her reward being the group's approving laugh. She had already taken her jacket off and was dancing around the living room, shaking her hips. Zayn and Niall whistled while Nora rolled her eyes. Kat knew she was buzzed, but it was the first time she'd ever been, and it felt good.

She was also aware of Harry's eyes on her, watching every move she made. She grabbed a beer bottle right out of Cara's hand and took a long swig. She was slowly getting used to the taste, and as long as it rained outside, she wasn't going anywhere, and she honestly didn't want to.

"How about another one, love?" Zayn offered, pulling out another Bud Lite from the cooler Harry had dragged out.

That was how she got here. Harry had made fun of her, dared her to drink some beer, and she of course found the need to prove herself to him. She found herself drinking over and over again until she was now wasted dancing around to Here by Alessia Cara.

She felt a hand grab her arm and she looked up at a smirking Harry. Surprise, surprise. His eyes were emotionless as he snatched the beer straight out of Zayn's outstretched hand.

"She's had enough." He said, his grip on both her arm and the bottle tight.

Kat laughed, and the sound of how high pitched it was surprised her. "No no no no no! Relax Harry!" She reached for it but he held it out of her reach. "Oh come on, Harry." She wrapped her arms around his neck, partially to keep herself balanced. She was feeling a little lightheaded. "We could have some...fun in exchange, right?"

Harry grinned coldly. "It wouldn't be as much fun with you drunk, biscuit."

"I lovethat nickname!" She laughed, slightly swaying from side to side. "But surely you could come up with something highly sexier, right?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Why are you moving like that?"

She laughed again, this time being the loudest. "Heads up." She leaned into him as her legs gave way from under her. She began to fall but she felt a pair of arms under her shoulders and knees. She looked up at Harry, who had a concerned look on his face.

"You need to lie down." He said placidly.

"Don't tell me what I need." She said as he carried her up the grand staircase. "You don't even care about me." He stopped in front of his room. "And I don't want to go in there."

His jaw clenched. "Fine, we'll just go to the guest room."

"I don't want to go there either." She said. "I want to go home."

"Well at the moment you can't, biscuit."

"Don't call me that. Also, put me down."

"No."

She rolled her eyes and snuggled her head into his chest. "Hey Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you." Silence. The only reaction she received was Harry stopping in his tracks. "Can I kiss you?" Another long second of silence before Harry continued his trek down the hall and up another flight of steps.

The last thing she remembered before the world slipped away was the sound of a door opening and Harry chuckling softly, which was sweeter than the sound of rain.

***
Kat awoke with a killer headache. She sat up, looking around at her surroundings. She began to panic at the unfamiliar bedroom before remembering what happened. She had got hammered and Harry had carried her to the guest room. It was a plain room with nothing but a walk-in closet, a queen size bed with white bedding, and a beige nightstand on each side of the bed, plus a lamp in the corner, an empty bookshelf, and a ceiling fan.

She immediately looked under the covers to make sure she had all of her clothes on, and to her relief, everything but her socks and boots were. She raised an eyebrow and looked over the edge of the bed to see her boots sitting neatly beside each other near the door. A new pair of socks were folded on top of the left boot.

She slid out of the bed and put on the socks and pulling up the boots, lacing them sloppily, and buttoned up her jacket. She opened the door and walked out into the hallway. She made her way over to the steps, walking down them. She was perfectly aware of the rain still pouring loud and proud outside, but she wanted to leave, and if she could just find a phone....

A door opened ahead of her, and her eyes widened as she looked ahead at Marcel. He was shirtless, his flawless pale skin glistening with water. To her surprise, she saw the black ink of a tattoo above his abs, though she couldn't make out what it was, and thought it would be weird to ask or stare. His hair was wet and his glasses were a bit foggy.

"I'm sorry." She apologized quickly, not sure about what she was sorry for.

"You ought to be." He snapped, and she was shocked at his tone. "I heard about what you said to Nessa. She doesn't deserve that."

She crossed her arms, "You do not want to talk to me about Nessa."

"I really don't want to talk to you at all." He said with a snort. "It's killing my brain cells."

She rolled her eyes. "Listen to me, Marcel. You either date Nessa or you don't. You obviously like her and she's been crushing on you since the beginning of the year. And you haven't noticed because you've been drooling over Ari, who doesn't like you back. She likes Edward."

"Like you like Harry?" Marcel said, his cheeks red. "Even though he doesn't like you back?"

She smirked, "The difference between you and me is that I can accept that."

He flinched a little, and she felt guilty, but didn't feel like she needed to apologize. He had started it.

"Where's a phone?" She asked as nicely as she could.

He seemed hesitant to answer. "Downstairs in the kitchen." Without another word he stalked into a nearby room, slamming the door.

Kat face-palmed and continued her journey down the steps. Great, just great. Marcel the tattle-tale would most likely tell Nessa about what she just said and Nessa would be even more pissed off.

She made her way into the kitchen, where she wasn't surprised to find Harry sitting at the long oak dining table, holding a red mug. The fancy green curtains were pulled back, allowing him to look out the bay window at the rain that wouldn't go away. He didn't acknowledge her entrance, which for some reason upset her.

"How long has it been raining?" She asked, and he shrugged, not turning to look at her. She looked over at the phone and walked over to it. She paused, turning to look at Harry, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. She turned back to the phone and reached for it.

"Don't touch that." Harry said bluntly.

She turned to look at him and saw his green eyes looking at her. "Why not?"

"Because I said so." He said in a malevolent tone.

Despite trying to keep it in, she let out an uncomfortable chuckle. He glared at her and she forced a comforting smile.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

He said nothing.

"Is everything okay?" She repeated herself. "If you don't want to talk about it---"

The mug he held in his hands went flying through the air and she yelped, ducking as it shattered against the cabinet by her head. The drink stained her hair and coat and she looked at Harry, who stood, looking pleased with what he'd done.

"Now will you shut the hell up?" He asked calmly.

She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes. "That's it! I tried talking to you but you know what? Screw you! Screw you and your family and your house! Screw you!"

"I knew you'd give in eventually." He said coldly.

"That's it. I'm leaving." She said. "You're getting on my last nerve."

"What are you gonna do? Walk home? No one's going anywhere in this weather."

Kat glared at him, hating the smug look on his face, and walked over to the door, unlocking the bolts until she could yank it open. She stared out the open door, watching the rain pour mercilessly.

Suddenly Harry slid in between her and the door. "Oh Jesus," Harry muttered with a shake of his curly head. "You're actually considering walking home. I knew you were stupid but I didn't think you were retarded." He began to close the door but something snapped inside of Kat.

She had put up with this douche bag as best as she could, but she would not just sit here and let him insult her. The smug look in his eyes, there was nothing she hated more. The look said that he knew her, that he thought he was better than her.

God, she hated him.

Without fully realizing what she was doing, she found herself angrily pushing past Harry and hurrying out into the rain. The rain continued to pour, and the thunder boomed a bit too loudly, as if it were laughing at her. Cold water ran down her spine, her neck---everywhere.

She spun on her heel to watch Harry's expression, but to her disappointment he looked pretty neutral. His jaw however, were clenched, and his eyes spoke of a bad temper the likes of which the world has never seen.

Then he smirked.

"Alright sparkles." He chuckled. "Show's over---"

"Shut up!" She shouted. "I don't know what your deal is but it has nothing to do with me! I went to your stupid party and then..." She shivered. "I almost kissed you."

He stepped out into the rain, and she took an involuntary step back. "Most girls wouldn't complain about something like that."

Kat grit her teeth. "I was drunk."

"Drunk girls especially wouldn't complain about something like that." He didn't seem to mind the rain, probably because he was a cold hearted snake with no emotions. "Now get in the house before I---"

"No." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

He rolled his eyes. "Just---"

"No."

He smiled, and it was a smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I'm only gonna say this once in the nicest way I can." He began walking towards her until he was right in front of her, looking down at her in an intimidation tactic. "Get your ass in that goddamn house before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you there myself."

She narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to make the first move.

"No." She whispered, and spun around, hoping that he would stop her. There was no way in Hell she was walking home in this weather. She would probably catch a fever or get kidnapped off the side of the road.

A hand grabbed her arm harshly. Harry yanked her back viciously, and she nearly stumbled and fell. While she had hoped he would give her a gentle tug, he was literally dragging her back to the house. Anger once again rushed through her veins, and she swung her hand at him with as much force as she could muster.

He caught her wrist with as little effort as he could muster. His grip was still tight and he smirked.

SHE HATED HIM!

She tried to wriggle free desperately. "Let go of me you arrogant dog!" He watched her with an eyebrow raised, curiosity in his eyes. "I haven't done anything to you but it must be national be a dick day for you or something because---"

He pulled her close, immediately shutting her up. The hand gripping her wrist slid down to her waist. He leaned down, his lips ghosting across hers. At that moment, the rain, the project, everything else didn't exist.

Suddenly his mouth crashed against hers. She had heard of the purity and magic of kissing in the rain, but she had never really known the passion of it until now. He pulled away, and he looked as if he were contemplating something.

Then suddenly her world tilted upside down and she found herself being carried over Harry's shoulder into the house. She was stunned for a second, and thought about fighting him, but there was no use.

Once back inside the shelter of the manor, he set her down. That's when he struck again.
His mouth and body were warm on hers. His arms wrapped around her and she grabbed his hair, tugging him closer to her. She parted her lips, granting him entrance and he sighed into her, almost as if he were relieved. He tasted like iron and mint, and she wondered how she tasted to him in this moment of blind lust.

He gripped her thighs and lifted her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. The passionate kiss continued, and she felt him going up the stairs, occasionally breaking the kiss to look behind him. His grip on her thighs was unrelenting and adamant, and seemed to get tighter, as if he were scared to let her go.

The next thing she knew they were on the bed in his room, with him on top, her legs still hooked around his waist, and definitely still kissing like they were the only people in the world. His hands worked on unbuttoning her jacket while his mouth worked on her neck, not leaving a single spot of skin untouched by his lips.

She had never kissed anyone before, and she hadn't expected her first kiss to be so passionate, so romantic, and be so meaningful. Honestly, she had expected it to be with some lowlife at some random high school party who she'd never see again. Not with a boy she wanted, who wanted her, with the rain pouring outside like it was cheering them on instead of laughing at them.

Suddenly Harry tensed up and went incredibly still, his lips still on her throat, not moving an inch.

"W-what's wrong?" She stuttered, still feeling the pleasant sensations running down her spine.
He jerked away from her as if her skin burnt him. The look he gave her was murderous, and he looked down at his hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.

"To hell with you." He seethed at her before getting off the bed and storming out of the room, slamming the door so hard that she was sure the entire house shook.

She laid back on the bed, her heart still racing.

"What the fuck?" She screeched.

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