It Takes Patience
Chapter 21: Blurred Lines
*Reagan’s POV*
When we pulled up on the block that the party was on we could hear the bass of the music being played from the house up the street. I got excited and started thinking about home and the parties that went on there. Though I will study Harry in his more natural habitat, I will also enjoy myself. A party could be the key to relieve the pent-up up stress that Harry has caused me on our last two encounters. When we got out the taxi we could clearly hear a Skrillex beat blasting through the speakers as if the party was outside. There were a few people standing on the porch holding red and blue plastic cups who were clearly drunk already and it was only 11:15.
“Doorss open lovelies” One of the guys slurred to Laurie and I before twisting the knob to open it for us. As soon as the door swung open the temperature went from a nice 75 degrees outside to a hot and muggy 85 inside. The house was so packed that body heat generated off of everyone. The scent of sweat and liquor filled the air as Laurie and I squeezed our way through the maze of people to try to find the kitchen.
“There they are!” I barely heard Louis as he jumped from his seat on the counter with a red cup in one hand and the hand of a girl in the other. He walked towards us while pushing people out of the way and gave us a hug.
“You find the place alright?” He asked me close to my ear so that I could hear him over the deafening music that came through the speakers next to us.
“Yeah we got a taxi good to see you. This is my friend Laurie.”
“Hey babe! Nice to meet you, this is Eleanor my girlfriend.” Louis pulled Eleanor up slightly and she greeted us hello. She seemed very sweet and was definitely an ‘A’ plus in the looks department.
“Niall has been asking about you for the better half of the night. The last time I saw him he was being the dj in the living room over there.” Louis informed Laurie and a smile crept across her face along with a blush.
“Before you go find him though, grab a drink! We have loads, whatever you want!” I looked at the three long tables that spread across the kitchen and Louis wasn’t kidding. There were three different kinds of beer, tequila’s, cognac’s, vodka’s, and rum’s complete with mixers and Ice at the end of the table. There was also a premade drink labeled ‘A bomb’ on the counter. I definitely felt as if I was in my element. Laurie decided on mixing her own drink and I went for the A bomb, but as I did I heard yet another familiar voice.
“Whoa someone’s gutsy.” I turned around to see a slightly drunk Zayn. He grabbed me in for a hug when I was hit with the smell of cigarettes and weed.
“Two cups of that stuff and you’ll be knocked on your ass for the rest of the night.” He warned me but I still decided to at least try it.
“Hey, you guys party pretty hard huh?”
“Only on special occasions like tonight, we had to bring Harry back home the right way.” When Zayn mentioned Harry’s name, I remembered that the party was actually for him and that meant that he would be here.
“Speaking of Harry, have you seen him around recently? I kind of need to watch how he acts at the party for my work.”
“Um, I think he’s kind of busy upstairs...” Zayn trailed off and gave me a wink and a smile. What does he mean busy upstairs?!
“Speak of the devil!” When I turned around a very drunk Harry was holding the rail along the stairs so that he could stable himself and keep from falling. I know this is his first day back home and I’m not opposed to having a few drinks myself at a party, but Harry is on medication now. He’s still a technically a patient at Maudsley, should he be drinking that much or at all for that matter? Harry cleared the stairs and came into the kitchen to mix himself another drink oblivious to the fact that I was here. When we made eye contact, his eyes were still light green but they were now framed by red eye whites from weed, and were glossy and red rimmed from his alcohol intake.
“Glassesss!” Harry slurred and spoke slower than usual. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Why does a patient, I have to shadow have to be so hot? His hair was a bit straighter than usual and he had it pushed back off his face and up in a quiff, and was wearing black skinny jeans, black boots and a jean button up shirt with the sleeves rolled. The shirt was buttoned down low enough just to be able to see the top of his butterfly tattoo and a cross necklace hung low enough on his chest to draw my attention there.
“Hi Harry, welcome home.” I replied to him but my statement was more of a question. My focused side came in still wondering if this was the right environment for him to be in. When I began to sip my drink however, I knew that focused me would be leaving soon. I was expecting to taste the bitter burn of the alcohol, but it tasted just like juice. I continued to drink as Harry approached me.
“What are your, you, doing herre?”
“Your friends invited me, plus this is good for my work on you to see how you adapt to being back at home from the hospital.” Harry tried to squint to see but his eyes couldn't find a focal point.
“Pssshhh only glasses would think of working at a party” Harry grinned a sloppy grin and I couldn't help but chuckle.
“Drink ur drink and have fun for once.” Harry grinned then stumbled into the crowed. I finished my cup got another and decided to take his advice.
The alcohol in the ‘A Bomb’ started to take its effect halfway through the second cup. I found Laurie in the crowd and she was just about as drunk as I was. We danced together for a few songs gaining an audience and a few claps and then a slow song came on. People started to get into couples and I needed to go sit down. The room was starting to spin. When I reached the stairs through the sea of people, Harry grabbed me.
“You’re gonna make me fall” I giggled and slurred my words as I spoke. The slow song was still playing and Harry moved me through the crowd to stand in a crammed place under the stairs.
“Whyy are me over here?” Harry laughed at my wrong word usage when I spoke, looked down at me and then kissed me sloppily from my cheek to the corner of my mouth. My reaction was too delayed and by the time I realized what he was doing his lips were already on mine. I sloppily kissed him back and then protested.
“Nope! Zayn said, Zayn said you were upstairs with a girl.” Harry blinked his eyes slowly and grinned while he was trying to process what I was saying. I broke his train of thought and kissed him, then pulled back and then kissed him again. It was as if my brain and my body were at war with each other. Harry noticed it also and made my decision for me and I was shockingly fine with it. He pushed me up against the wall and my arms wrapped around his neck again. We sloppily kissed until Harry broke it while mumbling under his breath and trying to unbutton my shorts.
“Have you ever heard of a skirt...so damned difficult?” I slightly sobered up when I realized what he was doing.
“People will see us.”
“We’re in a corner and everyone is dancing. No one cares!”
He finally got my shorts unbuttoned and his hand went in my panties. His middle finger rubbed my clit making me moan out loud (good thing the music was blasting) and then went inside of me. I pushed my back from against the wall shocked by the feeling as he pushed his finger in and out of me as much as he could due to the restriction of my jeans. I grinded myself on his hand and found his mouth again. When I bit his bottom lip and moved my hand to rub his growing hard on over his jeans, Harry moaned and then added in his ring finger. He moved his fingers faster and faster until the pressure in the pit of my stomach released itself. I threw my head back hitting it hard against the wall. The last thing I remember from that night was Harry zipping and buttoning my shorts back then sucking on the two fingers he had inside of me before I passed out.
When we pulled up on the block that the party was on we could hear the bass of the music being played from the house up the street. I got excited and started thinking about home and the parties that went on there. Though I will study Harry in his more natural habitat, I will also enjoy myself. A party could be the key to relieve the pent-up up stress that Harry has caused me on our last two encounters. When we got out the taxi we could clearly hear a Skrillex beat blasting through the speakers as if the party was outside. There were a few people standing on the porch holding red and blue plastic cups who were clearly drunk already and it was only 11:15.
“Doorss open lovelies” One of the guys slurred to Laurie and I before twisting the knob to open it for us. As soon as the door swung open the temperature went from a nice 75 degrees outside to a hot and muggy 85 inside. The house was so packed that body heat generated off of everyone. The scent of sweat and liquor filled the air as Laurie and I squeezed our way through the maze of people to try to find the kitchen.
“There they are!” I barely heard Louis as he jumped from his seat on the counter with a red cup in one hand and the hand of a girl in the other. He walked towards us while pushing people out of the way and gave us a hug.
“You find the place alright?” He asked me close to my ear so that I could hear him over the deafening music that came through the speakers next to us.
“Yeah we got a taxi good to see you. This is my friend Laurie.”
“Hey babe! Nice to meet you, this is Eleanor my girlfriend.” Louis pulled Eleanor up slightly and she greeted us hello. She seemed very sweet and was definitely an ‘A’ plus in the looks department.
“Niall has been asking about you for the better half of the night. The last time I saw him he was being the dj in the living room over there.” Louis informed Laurie and a smile crept across her face along with a blush.
“Before you go find him though, grab a drink! We have loads, whatever you want!” I looked at the three long tables that spread across the kitchen and Louis wasn’t kidding. There were three different kinds of beer, tequila’s, cognac’s, vodka’s, and rum’s complete with mixers and Ice at the end of the table. There was also a premade drink labeled ‘A bomb’ on the counter. I definitely felt as if I was in my element. Laurie decided on mixing her own drink and I went for the A bomb, but as I did I heard yet another familiar voice.
“Whoa someone’s gutsy.” I turned around to see a slightly drunk Zayn. He grabbed me in for a hug when I was hit with the smell of cigarettes and weed.
“Two cups of that stuff and you’ll be knocked on your ass for the rest of the night.” He warned me but I still decided to at least try it.
“Hey, you guys party pretty hard huh?”
“Only on special occasions like tonight, we had to bring Harry back home the right way.” When Zayn mentioned Harry’s name, I remembered that the party was actually for him and that meant that he would be here.
“Speaking of Harry, have you seen him around recently? I kind of need to watch how he acts at the party for my work.”
“Um, I think he’s kind of busy upstairs...” Zayn trailed off and gave me a wink and a smile. What does he mean busy upstairs?!
“Speak of the devil!” When I turned around a very drunk Harry was holding the rail along the stairs so that he could stable himself and keep from falling. I know this is his first day back home and I’m not opposed to having a few drinks myself at a party, but Harry is on medication now. He’s still a technically a patient at Maudsley, should he be drinking that much or at all for that matter? Harry cleared the stairs and came into the kitchen to mix himself another drink oblivious to the fact that I was here. When we made eye contact, his eyes were still light green but they were now framed by red eye whites from weed, and were glossy and red rimmed from his alcohol intake.
“Glassesss!” Harry slurred and spoke slower than usual. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Why does a patient, I have to shadow have to be so hot? His hair was a bit straighter than usual and he had it pushed back off his face and up in a quiff, and was wearing black skinny jeans, black boots and a jean button up shirt with the sleeves rolled. The shirt was buttoned down low enough just to be able to see the top of his butterfly tattoo and a cross necklace hung low enough on his chest to draw my attention there.
“Hi Harry, welcome home.” I replied to him but my statement was more of a question. My focused side came in still wondering if this was the right environment for him to be in. When I began to sip my drink however, I knew that focused me would be leaving soon. I was expecting to taste the bitter burn of the alcohol, but it tasted just like juice. I continued to drink as Harry approached me.
“What are your, you, doing herre?”
“Your friends invited me, plus this is good for my work on you to see how you adapt to being back at home from the hospital.” Harry tried to squint to see but his eyes couldn't find a focal point.
“Pssshhh only glasses would think of working at a party” Harry grinned a sloppy grin and I couldn't help but chuckle.
“Drink ur drink and have fun for once.” Harry grinned then stumbled into the crowed. I finished my cup got another and decided to take his advice.
The alcohol in the ‘A Bomb’ started to take its effect halfway through the second cup. I found Laurie in the crowd and she was just about as drunk as I was. We danced together for a few songs gaining an audience and a few claps and then a slow song came on. People started to get into couples and I needed to go sit down. The room was starting to spin. When I reached the stairs through the sea of people, Harry grabbed me.
“You’re gonna make me fall” I giggled and slurred my words as I spoke. The slow song was still playing and Harry moved me through the crowd to stand in a crammed place under the stairs.
“Whyy are me over here?” Harry laughed at my wrong word usage when I spoke, looked down at me and then kissed me sloppily from my cheek to the corner of my mouth. My reaction was too delayed and by the time I realized what he was doing his lips were already on mine. I sloppily kissed him back and then protested.
“Nope! Zayn said, Zayn said you were upstairs with a girl.” Harry blinked his eyes slowly and grinned while he was trying to process what I was saying. I broke his train of thought and kissed him, then pulled back and then kissed him again. It was as if my brain and my body were at war with each other. Harry noticed it also and made my decision for me and I was shockingly fine with it. He pushed me up against the wall and my arms wrapped around his neck again. We sloppily kissed until Harry broke it while mumbling under his breath and trying to unbutton my shorts.
“Have you ever heard of a skirt...so damned difficult?” I slightly sobered up when I realized what he was doing.
“People will see us.”
“We’re in a corner and everyone is dancing. No one cares!”
He finally got my shorts unbuttoned and his hand went in my panties. His middle finger rubbed my clit making me moan out loud (good thing the music was blasting) and then went inside of me. I pushed my back from against the wall shocked by the feeling as he pushed his finger in and out of me as much as he could due to the restriction of my jeans. I grinded myself on his hand and found his mouth again. When I bit his bottom lip and moved my hand to rub his growing hard on over his jeans, Harry moaned and then added in his ring finger. He moved his fingers faster and faster until the pressure in the pit of my stomach released itself. I threw my head back hitting it hard against the wall. The last thing I remember from that night was Harry zipping and buttoning my shorts back then sucking on the two fingers he had inside of me before I passed out.
I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good
8/18/18