I Understand. An AU/punk story.

Harry's P.O.V.

We pull up to the stupid ass club, full of drunks and and people brain fucked off things like ecstasy and roufies.

She should not be here? What is she thinking?

What am I thinking?

This is a terrible idea. She hates me.

She loves you.

Yes but she shouldn't

But you want her too.

My subconscious argues until Perri and I reach the door, the bouncer letting us in right away.

"Let's just ... observe.. from a distance first."

I nod curtly and follow her in.

Beth's P.O.V. (while they're getting drinks and Harry is arriving.)

"Seriously what is up with you?" Angela asks. Should I tell her? She will kill me so would Louis if he finds out. I frown and shake my head. "I know you're lying, cut the shit! YOu're freaking me out!" Angela continues, grabbing my upper arm, making me wince.

She gives me a suspicious look and before I can protest ri[s up my sleeve revealing the hand mark Harry gave me earlier today.

"Who the fuck did this?!" She breathes.

"Harry." I swallow. Her eyes are deep and dark when I meet her gaze.

"What?"

"Please don't be mad!" I plead.

"What the fuck did you do, Beth?!" She yells. Squeezing the mark making me wince.

"Some girl from his gang contacted me, told me she needed to get in contact with Lily to make sure she was OK. So I told her to meet me. And she brought Harry." I whisper as her face distorts to one of sheer disgust. "They're coming tonight."

As on cue I look up and feel like throwing up as Harry strides in. He looks as scary as fuck with his build and menacing circles under his eyes and the tattoo's.

"Is that him?" Angela breathes and I nod.

We're so fucked.

Lily's P.O.V.

When we get back to the booth, Beth isn't there and Angela is stark white.

"We should go, I'm tired." She says quickly, ringing her hands together.

"No way! I just ordered all of this shit!" Mariah pouts as we slide in.

"Mariah -"

"NO! Now drink so we can dance!" She snaps. Angela nods once but doesn't drink as I drown cup after cup and shot after shot.

I am so shit faced.

-

Next thing I know Mariah and I are laughing over absolutely nothing and Angela is still on edge.

"Can we go?" Angela whines.

"Noo, I'm gonna dance." I giggle and slide out from the booth on my own, making my way to the center of the dance floor as the liquor pumps through me.

When I get there I start swaying my hips, bending my knees lightly as I wave my hands above my head like everyone else. I drop my head back slightly and keep dancing, not caring that I'm all by myself. That is until a pair of hands find my hips and someones front meets my back. I press in to the stranger, not caring much, feeling slightly guilty about it considering I'm sort of starting something with Louis.

I shrug it off through and grind in to him, he chuckles deep laugh and My pulse races.

Holy shit.

The laugh makes my head head swirl with familiarity.

I stop dancing and take a deep breath.

Something unsettling falls in to my stomach.

The hands leave me and a it makes something feel even weirder. He guessed my nerves.

I spin around but no one's there. Well some people are dancing but no man is right behind me.

He's gone...

I take a deep breath and hurry off the dance floor, hurrying to the bathroom which is jam packed. I slip in to a stall and lean against the wall, trying to calm my breathing.

See? This is why I shouldn't drink.

A pair of heels clack past my my stall as well as a flash of pink hair.

I swallow and rush the fuck out of there.

Harry's P.O.V. (While's shes drinking)

I watch in horror as she drowns drink after drink.

She promised me she wouldn't drink anymore...

I frown as she drunkinly stumbles on to the dance floor and starts swaying those hips of hers. Her hands above her head, her eyes closed... I frown. She was so incredibly beautiful.

My eyes travel to the movement behind her as a group of guys smirk and make their way to her.

Like hell.

With out thinking I make my way around the crows, ignoring Perri, and stop behind her, giving the dick faces a look they cower off and I look to where she's still dancing, completely oblivious.

I take note of her now pink and hair and a smile tugs my lips.

I haven't seen her in so long....

I missed her.

I missed her laugh, and her eyes, and her cheek bones, even her damn hands. I missed her fucking hands... A pang of longing and sadness erupt with in me and the neck thing I know I'm dancing with her.

She doesn't even turn around to look, making this easier for me. When she starts grinding her ass in to my I laugh lightly and she freezes.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I can't let her know I'm here yet. I mean that was the plan to meet her, get her tipsy and bring her home so we could work it out but I pussy the fuck out.

What if she yells and screams and makes me leave?

What if she tells me she hates me?

What if she tells me she slept with Louis?

I turn on my heel and run the fuck away from her back to Perri who face palms when I explain.

"What did you think she wouldn't be mad in the slightest? Of course she's going to tell you a bunch of terrible shit! But she won't mean any of it! Now stop being a pussy, I'm going to go see where she wen't." She snaps. I guess she has a point but it doesn't make it any easier....

Perri comes back a moment later telling me she was in the bathroom but ran out a few moments later.

Lily's P.O.V.

When I get out of the bathroom I make my way to the bar and order some water. I really need to sober up. I sip it greedily and scan the dance floor and I meet a pair of green eyes.

I drop the cup and the glass shatters on to the floor.

The minute they meet mine they're gone again.

NO... There's just no way. You had too much to drink. There's no way. A million people have green eyes on this planet.

But only one has those green eyes.

Shut up, no one asked you!

I feel so pathetic. I'm literally imagining I'm seeing him. How will I ever move on when I even see him every where I go when I'm not actually seeing him? How is that fair at all? I shake my head. it's not fair.

I take a deep breath and scan the bar nervously, I need to leave. I look back to my booth and Angela and Mariah are gone. What the fuck? I would have normally panicked but right now I'm just too drunk to care that much!

I order more water and sip it tentatively, trying to cool down my hot skin, constantly reminding myself that there is no way in hell that he is here...

Harry's P.O.V.

As soon as she emerges from the bathroom, she takes a seat at the bar. Perri and I frown.

"Is she ordering vodka?"

"I think it's water."

"I hope, she's shit faced." She muses. I nod once. We watch her sips on her water with a sad look on her pretty face. I would give anything to just know what she's thinking. Does she miss me? Does she miss my kiss? Or cuddling at night? Sleeping right next to me?

I'm so hard in thought that I don't notice her eyes meeting mine.

Fuck.

She drops her cup and it brakes and I quickly drop my head.

"She saw me!" I hiss to Perri who drops her too.

"Way to go!" She hisses back, punching my leg.

"Is she looking over here?" I ask her quietly. Perri looks up and then looks back down.

"No, she just looks sad and confused and drunk." A pain of guilt washed in to me. I rub my eyes. I fucking suck.

Beth's P.O.V.

As soon as I tell Angela what happened, she punches me in the arm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?" She shrieks.

"SORRY!"

"YOU NEED TO GO GET LOUIS! NOW!" I frown.

"He'll be mad!"

"Well imagine how mad he'll be when Harry kid naps her and figures out you knew!" Damn it...

Next thing I know I'm in Angela's car, speeding off towards his house, growing more and more anxious as the seconds pass. He's going to lose his shit...

I don't bother turning the car off as I run up the front stairs, pounding on his door like a crazy person, it flies open, revealing a very confused Louis.

"You need to come with me. Now." I breathe, taking his wrist, dragging me to the car. I explain everything and he screams at me for what feels like hours while I mutter little apologies.

When we get to the club, Louis stays on look out for them as we make our way to Angela and Mariah, filling Mariah in she looses her shit.

"DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH SHE HAS HAD TO DRINK? I HAVEN'T SEEN HER IN AN HOUR SHE COULD ALREADY BE GONE!" She yells shrilly, everyone shoots me a death glare and I frown, mutter more sorry's.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Holy shit, that little bitch told Louis." Perri hisses, I turn my head to where hers is pointed as Louis strides in with Beth.

"Fuck." I snap.

"We need to get her now." She concludes. I nod once and swallow.

"Let's get this over with." I agree as we make our way to my ex girlfriend still drunk at the bar.

Notes

Harry is creeping hard core guys