That Girl

Harry's POV

I stood by the bar, sipping on a beer. I looked at my watch. 8:16 pm. Marnie was late. She probably just got caught in traffic, or something. I quickly finished my Budweiser, and turned around to order another. I handed him the money, and he shoved the bottle into my awaiting hand. I popped the top off and took a huge swig. I checked my watch again. 8:19 pm. Where was she? I decided not to worry about it and I just focused on my second beer in front of me.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Soon I was facing this tall, beautiful, brown-haired girl. She was probably about 2 or 3 inches shorter than me. "Hey," She said in sexy, low voice as she pulled me closer. "Hey," I replied, which I didn't do consciously; it was the alcohol pulsing through my body. I realized my mistake, and quickly started to add, "Wait, wait, uh, I'm kind of waiting for someone," I said as I looked over her shoulder at the door. "When was she supposed to be here, hm?" She said in a cooing voice. "Uh, 8 o'clock." I replied. "Oh, well it's already 8:30. Why don't you just enjoy the night with me?" She said with a grin as she started to pull my hand towards the dancefloor. Was Mar standing me up?

I decided to just go onto the dancefloor with this girl. I mean, I wanted a little bit of fun, and my date wasn't here to provide that for me. She started grinding into me. I didn't resist and I just kept downing beers. She turned around to face me, looking mischievous. She put her arms around my head. Uh oh. She was going to kiss me. She crashed her lips into mine, and for a moment, I didn't respond. But after that brief moment, I started kissing her back. She was a good kisser. But, the kiss didn't feel as good as when I kissed Mar.

She pulled back, no look of enjoyment or pleasure on her face at all. She looked around a little, towards the door, and then turned back to me, biting her lip sexily. "Let's move that way a bit, there's less people," She said as she started to pull me again. I stood there awkwardly, sipping my drink, when she came back with a chair. She patted the top, and said, "Sit." I obeyed and plopped sluggishly down into the uncomfortable seat. She came around the chair, and sat on me so that her back was to my chest. She started to lap dance on me, and her hips could move. She put her hands up in the hair and tilted her head back, reminding me of Mar that time in the car when she was singing.

The girl turned around and straddled me, and our faces were nearly three inches apart. She hungrily crashed her lips into mine again and this time I didn't respond back to her. This wasn't right; I liked Mar. But, the girl either didn't notice, or just plainly didn't care. She just kept kissing me and kissing me, until I heard a little, "Oh," and she pulled away. I turned to where the voice came from and what I found made my stomach drop. There standing was a beautiful yet shattered Mar, staring at us on the chair with hurt twinkling in her eyes and bewilderment plastered all over the rest of her face. If I had been slightly more drunk, I frankly wouldn't have cared, but I could still barely see the reality of what was happening right then. "S-Silv?" She said is barely a whisper. That was what this girl's name was. Silv. i also realized that Marnie must've know her.

Silv just smirked at Mar. I quickly stood up, and Silv went crashing to the ground. Mar looked up at me, her eyes darting between my two as she started stumbling backwards. "Mar," I said in a desperate, pleading tone. "Please...l-let me explain." Sadness and hurt was now the only thing that was on her beautiful little face as she looked up at me in horror. "Sorry, Mr. Styles, but there is nothing to be explained here." She spat out in a somewhat quiet voice. Her saying it quiet just made me fall apart even more on the inside.

And before I knew it, she was running in the other direction as fast as she could. And after a moment, I followed her.

We burst out into the moonlight and our feet hit the pavement loudly. After a moment she took off her shoes so that she could gain more speed. My long legs had an advantage over her short ones, though. I was catching up to her, and the space between us decreased every second. Soon I was hot on her heels. She just kept running for her life. I reached out and grabbed her arm and tugged her to stop her from moving. "Mar," I begged again, looking down desperately into her eyes. She didn't respond, she just kept looking up at me. Tears started to form in her eyes as she finally spat out with gritted teeth, "What?" She just kept glaring up at me, a look I've never seen from her before. Well, I've only know her for a very short amount of time. "Mar, listen, please," I pleaded. "It wasn't me." "What do you mean it wasn't you? You were clearly kissing her, and it probably wasn't just a random guy who pushed you together," She spoke in a mean voice with hurt written all over it.

"Mar, it was her, all her, and it was the alchohol. If you hadn't shown up late, I would have never gotten any of those drinks," I said, turning mad. I was upset that she wasn't understanding that I didn't do anything. "Oh, so you're blaming making out with my friend on me?! Just for your information, two of my tires popped on the way here, and I had to get them fixed. I paid them extra to get it done faster." She said as she stood there steaming, clearly more mad. "I know, I'm sorry, I'm just mad that you don't believe me," I said in an apologetic voice. She just stood there, tears almost pouring from her eyes now. But she stayed silent. "Look, Mar," I said softly, taking her chin in my hand. "I'd never do something on purpose to hurt you." I finished. I could tell she was about to say a retort back, but I just cut her off by continuing. "Mar, I really, really like you. Don't you understand that?" I whispered, tilting her head so that our eyes met again.

She stayed silent, still looking like a broken, confused little girl. She didn't know what to believe; her mind, or her heart. Then realization spread over her face. "That was my friend, Silvie." She said. "After you and I went on our first date, I told her about it. She was pissed. I mean, P-I-S-S-E-D. She said she would get revenge on me. She probably thought I wouldn't believe you after this story." She said. Happiness spread through my body. "You see? Don't you believe me now? C'mon Mar, I'm really, really-" I started to say, but I was cut off went a familiar pair of lips met mine. Tenderly, cautiously, but I was still happy to have Mar on my lips again and not some fake bar girl. Her hands crept up to my hair, and I put my hands on the small of her back. I was smiling through the kiss; I was so happy that she forgave me. I could never make that mistake again.

I pulled away and looked down at her hungrily. "Can we go to my house?" I ask shyly. She nods, but then says," But my car is here." "We can drive that to my house; I'll leave mine here." I just grabbed her hadn before she could say anything else and started pulling her towards my car. We were both running, but I could still feel her being a little hesitant and cautious, so I turned around to look at her. "So, do you forgive me?" I asked. I realized I hadn't asked yet. She pondered it for a few moments, then answered.

"Yes."