Alexandra POV-

Shoving drink after drink carelessly down my throat, I kept ordering more and more. Anything to make the pain go away was worth it.

Niall had been gone and hadn’t returned yet, so I continued to drink away my sorrows.

Nothing mattered to me anymore.

I wanted to stay like this forever; a world where I don’t have to worry or give a damn about anything. If I could stay like this for eternity, I would. This way, I wouldn’t have to face all of my problems.

Speedily, warmth gradually began to run through my veins as I let the alcohol take control.

Take control of my thinking, my body, and my actions.

The room was a blur and the beat of the music was pounding in my head, giving me this strange urge to break out on the dance floor to show off my crazy moves. My foot was tapping along to the rhythm as I giggled uncontrollably at the bartender. Giving me an amused expression, he walked off after placing my newly ordered shot glass down.

I’ve already lost count of how many I’ve ordered.

Oh well.

Feeling a bit dazed, I lifted myself off from the bar stool and as soon as my toes touched the ground, I wobbled erratically. Ever so slightly, I tried to find a safe position that wouldn’t cause me landing on the floor afterwards. Many attempts later, I was still standing on my two left feet, gripping the back of the stool for support.

The beat of the music picked up its pace, but as I searched around the club, everything was happening in slow motion. Shaking my head, I tried to get this strange illusion out of my brain. Never being drunk before, this was a whole new experience for me. Not to mention, tonight I drank way over my limit.

Lights were flashing every which way and the shadowy figures of bodies danced around the room. The scene was indescribable and I had to blink multiple times to realize I’m actually here. I’m actually a part of the craziness going on around me.

Sounds like fun.

Sounds like a party.

So, instead of being glued to the back of a chair, standing alone like a hopeless loser, I removed my hands from its tight grip on the leathery seat. Having no stability whatsoever, I made my first attempt to walk across the room. Which initially, didn’t go very well.

As I lifted my right foot, ready to show the world my party-animal-side, gravity took over instead. The entire weight of my body was shifting to one side, having absolutely no control to stop it. Of course, having to trip over my own two feet, I was ready to face the death of me.

The torturous fall that was bound to happen next.

But instead, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my torso just in time. If they had caught me a second later, it would’ve been too late. I would’ve been sprawled on the floor, hitting it face first. Lucky for me, that actually didn’t happen.

As the pair of hands lifted me up, steadying me, I turned around to see a familiar set of green orbs. Having to rub my own eyes and really focus on the image in front of me, I was able to make out the person as Harry.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, resting one hand on my shoulder and using the other to brush away the hair covering my face.

“Yep! I’ve never been better!” I cheered, stumbling over to the bar once again. Waving over to the bartender, I could feel Harry following closely behind.

“You’re drunk,” he scream-whispered, purposely so I could hear him above the loud banging noise coming from the speakers.

Shaking my head vigorously, I flashed an unamused expression. As I ignored his comment, I ordered myself a martini. I’ve never had one of those before, but man, does that sounds really good right now.

” Alexandra. Talk to me.”

“What,” I spat angrily, even venomous.

“I’m not letting you drink anymore. How much have you had?”

I shrugged, reaching over to retrieve my glass a bit too excitedly. As I parted my lips on the edge of the glass cup, I was about to take my first sip, until my entire martini was pulled away from me.

“What the fuck?” I shrieked, my lips snarling with rage.

Harry had snatched my drink for no reason. Why cant he just order his own? Hopping up on the nearest stool to re-order my beverage, he followed suit. As I lifted my arm up to wave and get the nearest workers attention, Harry slapped it down.

“Alexandra, you’re slurring your words and you can barely stand up. I’m taking you back to the hotel.”

“Fuck off,” I murmured beneath my breath, hoping he would heard me.

“Sorry it’s kinda loud in here, what did you just say?”

Mumbling profanities underneath my breath once again, I was about to curse him off until my eyes darted past him.

Sitting down on the stool beside Harry, was no other than the devil and that sleazy girl snuggling into his chest. Laughing, flirting, snogging. I just wanted to throw up right then and there.

Had Jake really not noticed me yet?

Or does he really have the audacity to act like such a dick in front of me?

Either way. He is in for a surprise.

Without thinking, I leaned over towards Harry, pressing my lips against his. I was silently begging that he wouldn’t pull away, and thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he reacted to the kiss, biting down on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Which, I generously granted.

Picking me up, he set me on his lap as our tongues continued to fight for dominance. Throwing my hands up in his head of hair, I played with his mop of curls; twirling and tugging on them as his hands explored my body all over.

Pulling me tightly against him, as closely as he could, our kiss grew more heated and more desperate.

The only thing that my brain was focusing on, was whether Jake was seeing any of this.

Opening my eyes, I continued to snog Harry. I looked over where Jake was seated and he was still there, glaring at me. Our eyes locked on one another instantly, as his grew dark with fury.

Jake saw. I got what I wanted, right?

Shutting my eyes in fear, I continued to tease and toy with Harry. Nibbling on his ear, I brought my hands down to his crotch which had grown into a bulge. He was totally turned on.

Rubbing on his ‘manhood’ from the outside of his dark washed jeans, a soft moan escaped his lips. I grinned in triumph as I kissed my way down to his neck.
Seconds later, we were pulled apart by two hands, neither of which were our own.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

I lifted my head up, terrified at the sight of an angry, pissed off Jake. His face was fiery red, his eyes as dark as night and his fist and jaw were tightly clenched. I gulped.

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” I snarled, the alcohol giving me a new sense of self confidence.

“Well, it looks like you were being a fucking slut. That’s what it looks like you were doing.”

“Excuse me?” Harry interjected, “Look man, she’s not a whore. I don’t know who you are, but-“

“I’m her boyfriend, that’s what I am,” Jake interrupted as he daringly stepped closer. Harry’s face paled as he gently nudged me off his lap.

“Harry, He’s not-“

” I’m sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken,” he then turned to me,” You never told me about a boyfriend. Look, I’ll just leave you two alone.”

Sending Harry a look of pleading eyes, he just walked off without a second glance. I tensed at the thought of being alone with Jake again, so I attempted to grab Harry’s arm, begging him to stay. But before I could make any swift movement, both of my wrists were being tightly tugged out the back door.

I was petrified.

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