I open the door to the frat house and the party is in full swing - girls are grinding on guys and everybody is mortal (really drunk). This is really my kind of party. "I'm gonna go get a drink." I tell Joanne and she nods, "I'm gonna go see if anybody wants to make out with me!" she yells before disappearing into the crowd. I chuckle at her and walk into the kitchen, grabbing the stereotypical red cup. I walk over to the keg where Harry stands, flirting with anything wearing a skirt and I roll my eyes. "Hey babe." he winks. "How much foam?" he asks, taking my cup. "None." I reply and he raises his eyebrow at me. "A girl who can handle her drink... nice." he smirks and fills my cup with beer, handing it back to me.

I send him a flirtatious wink and walk away, taking a sip from my beer. I walk out into the living room in search of Joanne. I walk around the house, trying to find her, but I come up with absolutely nothing. Oh my god, where the hell is she... I inwardly groan and walk over to Becca, asking her. "Uhm, I saw her with Tomlinson, they went upstairs." she shrugs. "Oh, thanks, Becca." I tell her and walk away, back into the kitchen. I hop up onto the counter, grabbing a straw. I place it into my drink and take sips out of it, wanting to get hammered tonight. I look around the room, wondering if there's anybody in here that I know.

I sigh as the only person in this room that I actually know is Harry. I look him over, and see why all these girls are so attracted to him, I mean, it's painfully obvious that he's hot, and from what I've heard he's amazing in the sack... but I will admit I'm kinda bummed that our kiss got interrupted; after all, he is the big man on campus... all the guys want to be him and all the girls want to fuck him... I'm not so sure that I want to fuck him, but I wouldn't mind his sweet, pink, plump lips on mine...

"Niamh?" a voice startles me and I look up, only to see that it's the exact person on my mind, Harry. "Yeah?" I raise an eyebrow and he stands in between my legs, just like when we were in the lecture theatre. "Hmm... I think you owe me something." he smirks, cocky as ever. "Hmm, I don't think so." I wink, playing the innocent card as I take another drink from the straw in my drink. "Oh, you know you do, babe." he mumbles. "Oh come off it, Styles." I roll my eyes playfully. "You come off it, Jones." he cocks an eyebrow. "C'mon, Niamh. Just one kiss, that's all." he asks, his emerald green eyes staring into my blue ones. "Go kiss one of the girls drooling over you in the corner." I chuckle, motioning to the girls who are practically fanning themselves at the sex god who is Harry Styles.

"What do I get out of it?" I raise an eyebrow. "You get to have all those girls hate you forever because you made out with me and they didn't." he shrugs, acting like it's the best offer in the world. I laugh and roll my eyes, "Alright, I'll take it." I wink and grab the back of his neck with my hand, shoving our lips together. The kiss is slow at first and then Harry roughens it up, shoving his tongue past my lips, pushing against mine with his as I push back with my own. I moan lightly at how heated the kiss is and his hands move down to my ass, squeezing it slightly and I can feel him smirk into the kiss.

We continue to kiss for a little before I pull back, panting a little. "You're a good kisser, babe." Harry winks. "Wish I could say the same for you." I sigh, jokingly. He stares at me, his expression angry and I laugh. "I'm kidding, Haz, you're a great kisser." I wink. "I know, babe." he smirks and I look behind him to the group of girls who are now looking at me with angry expressions, clearly pissed that I was in this position and not them. "So, Niamh, how about we take this action upstairs?" he winks and smirks. I hop down from the table and he takes a step back, "Sorry, babe, but I'm something you gotta work for." I wink once more and walk away, making sure to swing my ass back and forth so Harry would stare as I left, making him want me more.