“This music is shit” I yelled at Niall, across the dance floor. Wobbling hopelessly from the amount of alcohol I had consumed.

His dorky dancing made me laugh. He walked towards me and bowed. “May I have this dance?”

“It would be my p-pleasure” I curtseyed to accompany my formal yet slurred response.
He took me in his arms and led me in what appeared to be an actually really complex dance, either that or I was just really drunk and had zero co-ordination. I’m glad he knew what he was doing, because I was very lost.

“You look very beautiful tonight” he whispered in my ear.

I smiled. He was such a cutie. I actually really liked Niall. He was a break from the typical type of guys I went for, which had all ended up a disaster in the past. Maybe dark and mysterious didn’t equate to my happiness. I turned and started grinding up and down his body and I heard his low laugh in my ear. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wasn’t sure whether what I was about to do was a good idea, but at this point in time, while I was completely intoxicated, I couldn’t see anything wrong with it. I leaned in closer, his hot breath inches from my mouth.

“Get away from her.” A low, rough voice interrupted our almost kiss.

I turned to see Harry protectively hovering over me. Niall put his arms up in surrender. He mouthed ‘are you alright?’ to me before backing away to the bar. He was obviously not in the mood for a confrontation. I nodded in reassurance before waving him off to have fun. He danced off dorkily, laughing at his clumsy moves.

“How have you been?”

I sighed heavily, before turning around and seeing his large figure behind me.

“What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” I questioned, unsure why Harry would come to this kind of place.

“I asked how you were.” He said, obviously trying to deter my mind from that fact that he had followed me here.

It had been about 4 weeks since I had seen Harry. I hadn’t made an appearance at school in the last two weeks and we were in the middle of a four week break. I hadn’t really talked to him in a while. I had slowly begun to forgive him but I still hadn’t made the effort to see him. He no longer hung out with Tabby which I was glad about. I saw Tabby sometimes, but she knew that I would never see her in the same way. She often attempted to smile at me in hallways apologetically but I never returned the smile. She mainly hung out with the too cools girls now, and Harry hung out with the popular boys. *Shock, didn’t see that one coming* In fact he was one of the most popular boys in school. They thought he was the ‘man’ because he got any girl he wanted. I often saw him in the bathrooms kissing girls. Whenever I caught him in the act he would push the girl off and walk away. It was like the old Harry was returning. The Harry that I didn’t know.

“Fine” I replied coldly. “I was actually hanging out with Niall if you don’t mind.”

“I do” he replied protectively.

“If you think I am one of those girls who will come running to you whenever you want, think again, Harry. Go find some other girl, I am not playing your game.”

“I don’t want someone else, I want you.” The words echoed in my mind,

Why did I have to mind a dominating and dangerous male attractive. I cursed at myself.

“Whatever, I need a drink.” I said running up to the bar.

“Pace yourself, you are all over the place.” He said following me to the bar.

I scoffed “don’t tell me what to do.”

He placed a 20 dollar bill on the bench to pay for my drinks. I shot them and went back to the dance floor. I began to provocatively dance against a boy that was too drunk to really notice who I was. I went with it. I knew it would drive Harry insane. I looked at Harry’s facial expression tighten. The room around me was spinning but I didn’t care. He grabbed me by my waist in his big hands and pulled me close to him.

“You’re mine” he whispered into my ear.

I giggled. The alcohol had definitely taken over my mind.

“What? Do you want this?” I giggled before swaying my hips, brushing my back over his body, trying to tease him.

I looked over at Niall and winked. He laughed at me while he danced with some other girl. I moved my finger as if, ushering him over here. Without even thinking I went up to him and kissed him passionately, knowing that Harry was going to be insanely mad. I didn’t care. Niall kissed back before breaking away.

“You are so drunk.” He burst into laughter. “And you are probably going to regret that in the morning, so I am going to save you any other regretful decisions and get you a taxi, love.”
“I’ll take her home.” Harry said angrily, pushing Niall away from me.

“I don’t need you Harry.” I yelled, my words all over the place. “I am a strong independent woman and I don’t need no maaaan.” I broke out into laughter, obviously finding my words more hilarious than they were.

“We’re going home” he said sternly in my ear. His hot breath leaving a tingling feeling on my skin.

I told Niall that I would see him in the morning and he was welcome to stay at mine for the night before taking my coat and following Harry to the car. It must have been the alcohol, because I couldn’t want to take Harry’s clothes off. I knew that this was a decision I would regret in the morning, but Harry was insanely jealous from my act and I knew he wanted to do the same, and I craved him, in every way.

Once we entered Harry’s house and closed the door it was on. Harry pressed me to the wall and placed kisses down my neck. He kissed my lips passionately, making my lips swell. He explored my mouth with his tongue before rolling my dress up my thighs. It was hot and I wanted to remove my clothes. I pulled his hair close to me and hoisted my body off the ground. I placed Harry’s hand over the zipper and encouraged him to unzip it. In seconds my dress was off and Harry continued to kiss my Jaw line. I encouraged Harry’s belt loose and began to undress his bottom half, too desperate to care about removing his shirt. He did that on his own, obviously feeling the intense heat that was radiating of both our bodies. Both our naked bodies moved with each other as his lips met mine. Lifting me higher on the wall he positioned me for what was the next step by rolling his hips in line with me. The next seconds I felt him enter me and my head rolled back as I let out a small moan. Harry continued to kiss my collar bone while I intertwined my finger in his hair. He continued to work his hips while small whimpers left my lips. Harry slid his hands on my hands and moved them up the wall. He moved us over to a hall stand that stood metres from us. He sat me on the ledge and continued. I missed his touch, and craved him. It didn’t take long, and we both came within minutes of starting, my body perfectly intertwined with his.

After we had removed the initial building tension in our bodies, we moved into Harry’s bedroom and began round 2 at a slightly more endured pace.

When the morning came, I got flashes of our previous night, however I barely remembered the details. My head hurt, and I already regretted those extra drinks at the end that had made me make those regretful decisions. Although the minute I looked over and saw Harry, all that regret dissipated. It was like everything had returned to the way it was before.

Harry turned around and looked at me. He smiled and breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you, Miss Lucy” he breathed.

I smiled and kissed his lips. With those words, I felt complete.

“I love you too, Harry”.

He looked relieved with my words and pulled me close to him.