Harry's cool hand slides up my thigh only to grip underneath, grabbing both my legs and laying them across his lap. His hand then guides my head to rest on his shoulder as he gently massages my scalp. Here I'm thinking Harry's about to pull a dirty move when all he planned to do was comfort me. Then again, I should've known he wouldn't have taken advantage of me like that.

There's no telling the difference if my eyes are closed or not. When open, all I see is pitch darkness and black shadows. While closed I see the same thing except this spinning feeling wants to take over. It's better that I stay awake.

"I can't!" I resist by leaning away. "I'm getting dizzy. I'll get worse if I stay still and close my eyes." I can hear my words begin to slur no matter my efforts.

"It's hittin' you now," Harry chuckles. Despite his amusement, due to my drunkenness, I'm more amused by how deep his voice sounds.

A sloppy grin squirms its way across my face. I picture myself as the Grinch who just thought of an evil plot. If Harry is too much of a gentleman to initiate anything at this precise moment, I guess it's up to me to be the one to take advantage of him.

I clumsily try to kneel without crushing Harry's package. My skirt isn't cooperating and I'm forced to scrunch it up in order to mount this British stallion. The backseat smells of rich leather; there's plenty of room but I'm still having trouble getting situated. Luckily it's too dark for Harry to see what a crappy lap dance I'm attempting. With his help, he guides my hips to a soft landing.

"What are you doing, freckles?" I can hear him smiling.

"Trying to execute my plan," my slurring gets worse.

If I start giggling all my sex appeal will be lost. The darkness of the garage clothes me like a costume and the tipsiness serves as my courage. I will impress Harry and he will comply. That I am certain.

"You, my dear, are quite hammered. What could you possibly be plannin'?"

I feel Harry press and squeeze the base of my neck. His hand gradually roams over my collar and pulls out a thin chain. We focus on the tiny quill pendant as it contrasts against his white palm. He tugs at it lightly, encouraging me to lean forward till the tip of our noses touch.

"Is your plan to seduce me by any chance?" he asks slowly, nudging his nose over mine.

I can feel his warm breath as it hits my lips. My eyes have adapted well to the lack of light and I'm able to admire Harry's batting eyelashes. I comb my fingers through his hair and tug at the roots till I hear him hiss. His eye brows boomerang giving away his pleasant shock. I don't feel like talking anymore for I can barely articulate words. Instead, I tuck his wavy locks behind his ear and let my tongue do the rest.

The first moan trumpets as I trace the bottom of his earlobe, followed by a hum of satisfaction. His hands are back on my hips, tightening the more I tease him. I can smell the liquor shoot back at me when I blow into his ear. I am sky high and refuse to sober up so early in the night.

"Juuuude, you sure you want to start this here?"

"Is Harry Styles, sexual connoisseur, asking if I'm sure I want to have sex in the back seat of a car?!" I shout rather loud.

"Shhhhh! Why you yellin' at me?" he shakes his head.

"Because you-you're frustrating me!"

"Fine, have your way with me then!" he argues back with a winning smile.

Finally! I flick the first button but the next one is a bit challenging. My phone is in his shirt pocket, reminding me of that dreadful article pending in my history tab. At first the idea of mad love in the back seat excited me, but we're parked in a stranger's garage and it isn't even our car. What's exciting about that?

Harry's shirt is undone and I can't help but lean back to admire his inked torso. Sometimes I'm jealous of his fit body while I seem to me getting...rounder. Now he's participating by feeling around my waist and love handles. However this isn't turning me on, instead I'm growing annoyed by the fact that I'm not as slim as when we met.

"I'm not drunk enough yet!" I grunt.

"Baby, I don't think you should drink anymore."

"All I need is one more to spike me back up," I assure him and try climbing out of the vehicle.

"I'm afraid that will be the one to send you off the edge...straight to the loo."

Walking back inside, Selene spots me and forgets that I just came in from the garage. Harry is right behind me, fastening the bottom buttons to not look so exposed. I want more alcohol but I'm struck with the urge to find my shoes. After I slip them back on, I notice Selene is gone, she was supposed to help me in my search. I don't give it a second thought once I see Harry coming with a red cup.

"You got me one, thanks babe."

"Drink up!" he says with a strict tone.

I gulp down right away only to notice this beverage is missing it's fizz...and bitter flavor. I look inside my cup and see nothing. It's clear. It's...water!

"I wanted another drink not water, Harry!"

"I said I would be the responsible one tonight, didn't I?"

"Responsible? I don't want you to be responsible right now! I want you to help me forget about this stupid article I desperately want to read! And I want you to distract me from the horrible news my parents have yet to reveal till tomorrow! I threw you the opportunity, but you won't even have sex with me and now you won't let me drink?! Screw responsibility!"

Just then Harry seals his mouth on mine, cupping my face in his hands and leaving me no choice but to relax. The longer our lips embrace, releasing more oxytocin for my frazzled nerves, the less my desire is to stay at this party.


"Let's just go home," I surrender, avoiding his fixed stare.

"Wait for me at the door, I'm gonna pee real quick," he nods.


Responsibility kicks in and hard. I don't want to go home, for the first time my house frightens me as I think about the possibility of my parents splitting. Yes, I'm jumping to conclusions but that's all I got. I realize my desperate cry for alcohol was a weak excuse to escape. I must have sounded like an idiot this whole time.


"Hey, let's go dance! We're in no rush. It will do you good, sober you up a bit."


Harry's suggestion sounds tempting and smart. I shrug and grab his hand, noticing a rolled up blanket in his other one. He throws it to a corner before wrapping my hands around his neck. Man is he tall, and something about that turns me on. His hair is so long too, it frames his baby face and makes his eyes just pop.

Why don't we go dancing more often with the way he moves? They give a lot of credit to Liam for being an amazing dancer but Harry is too modest when they ask him if he knows. At the same time, I don't mind that he saves these moves for me; I almost prefer it that way.

We goof around for what feels like an hour before actually leaving. My mood is back in full swing and I'm happier than when I had arrived. I have Harry to thank for that. I have him to thank for many things other than my happiness. Every now and then I think, how did I get here? How is all this even real? Then he looks at me, the way he always has, and I fall in love all over again.

"Where did you get that blanket?" I ask as we approach my car.

"Must I tell you everythin' at once or can I still surprise you?"

"I didn't know. I guess I won't ask anymore questions," I agree and slide into the passenger seat.

Harry closes my door and skips to the other side. Tossing the blanket behind, he starts the car and types an address on his map app. I'm compelled to ask where we're going but refuse to go back on my word.

Soon there's no more traffic lights, just a long road and twinkling stars above us. It's been thirty minutes already. Harry keeps searching back on his phone and I'm beginning to wonder if we're lost. My mouth is burning with questions but so is my bladder . . . burning, just burning.

"I only want to know if we'll be there soon because I have to use the restroom."

"Just a few more minutes, love."

I nod, sit back and hold tight. I'm good otherwise as the crazy drunkenness has passed, leaving me with a nice after-feeling. There's many trees and fewer light posts. In fact, it's been a while since I've last seen one. I'm surprised Harry even has reception out here.

The tires make an eerie sound as they slowly roll over the rocky trail. Far ahead I see a lake as the headlights illuminate the water. At last Harry turns off the engine. Opening the glove compartment, I take out a few napkins and zip out the car.

I'm not one to do my business in the woods, but I see no other way around this. I walk back to find Harry leaning against the side of the car. The ground along with everything else is lit by the light of the moon. Including his index finger that's pointing at me, begging to come closer.

"Betta?"

"Yes. Sorry for being a mess tonight."

"You had a lot goin' on. Though you did get one thing wrong..."

"What's that?" I ask scanning through our recent dialogue.

"How could you even think . . . that I didn't want to have sex with you? Don't you know that's all I ever think about? If I'm completely honest, which I have been . . . many times."

"I know, I was stupid. There's just an overload inside my head," I exhale while holding my cheeks in contemplation.

"C'mere," Harry reaches for my hand to lean my body against his, loosening my hair. "What else is on your mind aside from the things you mentioned earlier?"

"I'm not sure if it's just me being paranoid or what not, but I don't like the way these birth control pills make me feel. I get these mood swings and now . . . I'm embarrassed to admit I'm gaining weight."

Harry slips a finger under my chin and directs me to look up at him.

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed, you're perfect to me. And I don't care about that but if it's somethin' that's makin' you feel ill, maybe we should consider another method?"

"I guess I can check that out while I'm here for a few more days."

"Now bout this backseat fantasy you've got my head reelin'..." Harry daggers a smile straight through me.

"I'm kind of curious to...try," I hide in my invisible shell.

My car isn't big and just by glancing at Harry's legs, I know this will be a difficult task.

"Ummm," Harry looks to be thinking the same thing as he scopes the confined space. "What about the passenger seat?"

"As long as it's in the car."

"We should have taken your dad's," he chuckles while we make our way to the other door.

"So how do we go about this-"

"Shhh-" Harry interrupts by giving me a quick peck. "You're thinkin' too much."

Cutting in front of me, Harry steals my seat and glides it all the way back. He pulls on the recliner handle and sits forward to reach for me. I carefully climb inside and resume to straddle over his lap. His torso rests back as his eyes watch me, entice and undress me. It feels a bit lonely from where I'm sitting as the courage is nowhere to be found.

"Why are you so shy all of a sudden?"

"Because I need you to help me get started."

His hands find my thighs once again, spreading the warmth of his palm over my nervous skin. His view is much different than mine, I know he sees my underwear and thats the first quiver he induces. His thumb points out and I watch it disappear inside my skirt, pressing my target.

I ache for his green eyes and tremble when he licks his lips. A mere finger or thumb cannot satisfy me, no matter how good it feels, it only intensifies my yearning for him. I'm unfastening his buttons and peeling off his shirt, revealing a bare chest full of black drawings; this is sure doing the trick for me.

Strong hands push my hips down, against his groin to feel what I've been waiting for. The friction sends a bolt of excitement, causing my head to drop forward as I prepare for the next one. Only, rather than a moan of pleasure, I'm surprised by the shift of emotions. All I can see is the image of my parents and something dark.

This triggers my eye ducts and the tears begin to flow. My nose is feeling the effects as well; I wipe the tip with the back of my hand before a sniffle is heard and I immediately feel Harry's body freeze. His hands push back my hair and cling to my jaw in order to raise my head.

"Jude. No no no. Talk to me, baby," his voice is so nurturing.

"Harry, I'm afraid. I feel like something bad is about to happen."

"I'm gonna take you home now."

Tonight has been a lot to endure, especially for Harry. My tears don't cease, not for a moment during our drive back. My house looks so dark without any lights on. We tiptoe as quietly as possible till we get upstairs and into my room. I strip out of my clothes, throwing them on the floor. I can't describe my feelings but I want to fall into deep sleep. Harry pulls the blanket up to my chin and strokes my hair to ease me to sleep.

"Don't leave me, Harry."

"I'll wait till you fall asleep."

"Umm hmmm."

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There's a gentle knock on the door. My eyes open and observe the day light, I'm alone in my bed, so that could only be one person...

"Jude, honey," the door creeks open, "Good morning, sorry to wake you... I thought we could have some breakfast together."

"Can't Harry join us?"

"I'd rather it be just the two of us, sweetheart," my mom smiles.

"Okay...I'll be down in a few minutes."

She closes the door and I can actually hear the pounding of my heart echo in my ears, and in my head. My insides feel warm but my fingertips are getting cooler. I'm nauseated just thinking about going down the stairs. After searching for a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweats; I brush my teeth, wash my face and take my first step down.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Talk Is Cheap" - Chet Faker

"Beautiful Girl" - William Fitzsimmons

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Sorry for the short transitional chapter, but its the calm before the storm. :/