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"This place is packed." Harry said whispering into my ear as we entered the club.

He still had no idea that the party was entirely for him and not just a Grammys after party.

I had texted Louis that we on our way. They had gone ahead of us so they were there before us.

It wasn't like some party where everyone was gonna to pop up and shout surprise but everyone invited had known it was for Harrys birthday and Harry alone.

People were just going to go around and say happy birthday and get hammered. You only turn 21 once, in America anyways.

He was the last member of One Direction to turn 21 which is exciting because now they could all legally go out and drink together instead of having Harry sneak around in the background.

We headed into the club, Harry heading straight for the bar. I looked around spotting the other guys in a roped off area. I smiled; even though it was an exclusive party we still had a little privacy to ourselves. I made my way through the crowds and over to everyone.

“Hey youuuuuuu!” Louis wrapped me into a hug. Yep, he’s hammered.

“Hi Lou!” I smiled.

“Someone get this lass a drink!” Louis laughed, stumbling off somewhere.

“Lovely chap my boyfriend, ain’t he?” Emily giggled, embracing me in a hug. “And look at this shit you pulled off for yours!”

“It was nothing, I just made sure everyone coming knew it was his birthday!” I chuckled as Louis placed a drink in my hand.

“Tequila, you’re favorite!” he slurred. “Going to get joint with Zayn.” He mumbled incoherently placing a sloppy kiss on Emily’s cheek.

“Quite the charmer.” I rolled my eyes, taking a drink of my tequila.

“Where’s Harry?” Rachel asked joining our group.

“Bar.” I shrugged, downing the rest of my drink in 3 big gulps. I wanted to get beyond hammered tonight. I scanned the crowd looking for him; he was talking to a tall slim guy laughing animatedly. He caught my eye and started to head over after ending the conversation. He swayed gently grabbing the handle of the stairs. We had only gotten here, how was he drunk?

“I just took like 6 shots and down a drink with Pharrell!”

“I don’t think he’s here babe.” I chuckled.

“No he is.” He insisted.

“Whatever you say babe.” I smiled as he pulled me in for a long kiss.

“Tonight I’m getting pissed.” He whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me. “And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you senseless.”

“Harry, you’re already pissed.” I joked, as his hands aimlessly wandered around my body.

“Yes, but you’re not.” He pouted.

I raised an eyebrow before bringing my new drink Harry got me to my lips. I finished it in a couple seconds, never breaking eye contact with Harry. It was my second full drink in less than 5 minutes. I was feeling it. “How about now?”

“Fuck, I love you.” he slurred before slamming his lips to mine.

“Let’s go see our friends.” I giggled, feeling it.

I led Harry over to the rest of the group, him stumbling and mumbling hi to people as we passed. I had noticed there were a few more people sitting around the table than earlier. I saw the bright green hair and instantly knew who they were. I plastered a fake smile onto my mouth as we neared them. I hadn’t seen Luke other than the quick time on the red carpet earlier so I didn’t know what to expect. I missed the other boys dearly though. I was hoping Calum brought Lucy because I adored her and missed her like crazy.

“Hey, there he is! Mr. Birthday Guy!” drunken Ashton jumped up, attacking Harry in a hug. I always found their friendship funny, and boarder line gay, just like his and Louis’ but I never questioned it.

“Thanks dude. Have you been drinking?” Harry chuckled, obviously being three sheets to the wind himself.

“No, have you?” Ashton shot back. I rolled my eyes as Ashton brought me in for a hug. I noticed the rest of the guys getting up to talk to Harry. I was glad Harry had so many close friends. The 5 Seconds of Summer boys were going back on tour with One Direction so it was nice to know he’d be surrounded by people he loved.

“You look lovely, Spencer.” I heard the voice I dreading come from behind me. I spun around to face Luke.

“Thanks, you clean up nice.” I smiled politely. His hair was pushed into his perfect quiff and he gently tugged his lip ring between his teeth.

“Look, I was hoping we could…” he started but was cut off by a swarm of blonde hair throwing themselves at me.

“I MISS YOU BITCH.” I heard Lucy scream as her arms went around my waist.

“Fuck Lucy! You’ll kill her!” I heard Calum chuckled beside us.

“I misssss you! Where have you been?” I smiled as she pulled back.

“Oh just enjoying the lovely weather…in Australia.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“So things are going good then?” I asked, leaning in so no one else could hear.

A smile crossed her face cheek to cheek. “You have no idea.”

“Tell me everything.” I said, dragging her to a couch, leaving Luke standing there, forgotten.

I grabbed a waiter as he went past, ordering another round for everyone. I listened as Lucy rambled on about how great things were going with her and Calum. I was so happy for her, I really was. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met, she deserved this. However, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my lovely boyfriend. There was just something about the way he looked tonight that was driving me insane.

He was talking to his friends, laughing and carrying on in his own carefree way. He has his hair quiffed back into a perfect style, I made him forgo the head wrap today, his outfit was perfect, the way his jeans hugged his skinny hips to the way he left the top couple buttons open so his swallow tattoos were on display, and the smile tugged onto his lips made my heart do flips. He noticed my staring throwing a wink my way. I blushed that I had been caught but knew it didn’t matter.

“You’re not even listening.” I heard Lucy moan. I looked back at her then back to Harry. Her eyes followed mine. “Why don’t you two just go home and fuck like rabbits already?”

I giggled at her statement as the waiter delivered our drinks. “That would be rude to leave so early.”

“You guys are so in love.” She sighed. “I hope I’m like that with Calum one day.”

“Like what?” the cheeky little bastard popped out of nowhere. Lucy giggled nervously.

“Like Harry and Spencer.” she stated.

“I think our chances are good.” He smiled, throwing an arm around her. “Very good.”

I watched as he pulled her into a heated make out session. That was my queue to leave. I stood up, deciding to go back over to everyone else. I found Emily and Rachel and we all decided we needed to dance. We made our way onto the dance floor, bumping into the person I least wanted to see.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” Emily rolled her eyes. I had filled her in on all the Luke drama and Rachel already knew from our time in London.

“What? I can’t dance?” he said, rolling his eyes, pulling the girl he was dancing with tighter. I didn’t see who it was, and I didn’t care too.

The girls and I were dancing with one another for a few songs, Lucy joining us somewhere in there. Luke had been staring at me from across the dance floor, I was waiting for him to come over but he never did, good. Maybe he got the point. I felt two strong arms wrap around me and I couldn’t help but smile.

I spun around but was pleasantly surprised at my company.

“You’re not Harry.” I laughed.

“No, I’m much more handsome.” He chuckled.

“So what’s up?” I smiled as we danced in sync.

“Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Ashton, you look like you have something to say.” I laughed.

“Can we go outside for a minute? There’s just something I want to say.”

I nodded, letting him take my hand to guide me out of the building so we didn’t get separated. The disgruntled glare didn’t go unnoticed from Luke as we passed by. I didn’t feel uncomfortable going anywhere with Ashton though. He was Harry’s best friend.

We made our way outside into the chilly winter night. It was Los Angeles so it never really got too cold, but there were just enough nips in the wind to get you tonight. I rubbed my hands up and down my exposed arms. Ashton saw my actions, quickly shrugging off his blazer handing it to me. Normally I would object but I was cold. We were still on an outside patio attached to the club, but there were paparazzi everywhere. It only made sense; this was basically a Grammy after party. The quickly snapped as many pictures as they could as we stood at the balcony overlooking the road together. We were slightly elevated, which meant they wouldn’t be able to hear us.

“So a penny for your thoughts Mr. Irwin.” I slurred, I was pretty drunk at this point.

“Do you really love Harry?” he blurted out.

“What? Yes, of course!” I was almost offended.

“Luke told me what happened in London...”

“OH.” Was all I could say.

“Yeah, oh. You know with Harry being my best mate, and Luke also being my best mate, I have to get to the bottom of this. Don’t tell anyone but Harry’s a little better of a best mate than Luke is but still.” He rambled on, obviously just as drunk as I was.

“Ashton, what I did in England was stupid. I never should have even played around with the idea of Luke.” I sighed.

“Hey, I’m not mad. I just want to know, as both of their best friends.” he said, looking over at me. “I just need to know that Harry is the one and you’re with the right guy here.”

“Harry is definitely the one.” I smiled at the thought.

“As in forever?” he laughed, almost nervously.

“Yes as in forever, why?” I eyed him.

“Uhhh no reason.” He avoided eye contact.

“Ashton Irwin, you tell me what you know.”

“No can do, love.” He said, slinging an arm around my shoulder. “Just don’t let Harry ever find out about Luke. He asked me if something was going on and I lied. He’s crazy about you Spenc, and any mention of Luke might not be so great right now.”

“Why just right now?”

“Big things are happening for everyone right now and a negative breakup would hurt all parties involved.” He smiled.

“Ew, you sound like Harry’s managers.” I rolled my eyes.

“Aye! There you bastards are!” a very drunken Harry came stumbling out.

“I’m going to head back in.” Ashton smiled at me. I began to shrug his jacket off but he stopped me. “You need it. This bloke doesn’t have one to give you.” he chuckled, motioning towards harry.

“Thanks Ash.” I smiled.

“So what were you and that guy talking about?” Harry laughed as he came up behind me, placing a hand on either side of me, pushing me against the railing.

“You.” I smirked up at him.

“No one knows me better than you two.” He smiled down at me.

“Happy Birthday Harry, I know this isn’t the exact day, but I did this all for you.” I smiled back.

“You planned this party?” his got wide.

“Yes, I did, for you!” I giggled.

“I fucking love the shit out of you.” he said, before slamming his lips onto mine. I let him go a couple minutes before pulling away.

“There’s paparazzi everywhere down then.” I nodded over the balcony.

The cameras flashed brighter as he peaked his head over, scoping the scene out for himself. “Fuck those twats, I’ll kiss my girl anywhere I want.” He said, leaning into my lips again, moving his hand behind my back, I’m assuming to flip off the crowd below.

“Harold.” I shoved him backwards, into the middle of the balcony. “You can’t do that!”

“I just did. It’s my fucking birthday, I can do whatever I damn well please.” He laughed.

“How about doing your super-hot girlfriend?” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Right here?” he eyed me up and down. “Yes, I’m so down.”

“Not here, you dummy, when we get back to the hotel.”

“Can we go now?” he whispered, placing a sloppy kiss onto my below my ear working his way up my neck.

“Yes, we have to say goodbye to everyone first.” I drug him along inside, suddenly very eager to get back to the hotel. “I gotta use the bathroom, I’ll catch up.” I pecked his lips taking off towards the restroom.

I freshened myself up in the mirror, making sure I didn’t look horrendous after using the facility. I nodded at myself; I was as good as it’s gonna it. I shrugged, pushing open the bathroom door. I was on the fast track to where everyone else was when I was pulled aside.

I met the piercing blue eyes with my own grey ones.

“First Harry, then Efron, somehow I get pulled into it, but then you have to go and sneak away with Ashton too?” he glared at me.

“Fuck off Luke, I don’t know what happened but I thought we had a good thing going with our friendship.” I rolled my eyes. “And for you information, not that I have to justify myself, Ashton and I went outside to talk about Harry.”

“I don’t really think a friendship is going to work here.” He took a step closer to me.

“How drunk are you?” I spat.

“Probably too drunk.” He admitted.

“Maybe you should sober up and talk to me when you aren’t being an irrational scumbag.” I turned on my heel, making it over to the group.

“Babe, are you okay?” of course Harry would noticed something was wrong, even when he’s plastered out of his mind.

“I’m fine.” I lied with a smile.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” he whispered into my ear.

“More than you know.” I placed a chaste kiss on his neck.

We said our rounds of goodbyes to the group. We had all decided to meet up for lunch tomorrow, it was most of our last days in California, so we wanted to spend it together. After gathering our stuff, Harry and I headed for the door.

I felt a pair of eyes on me as we walked out; I glanced over at Luke who was staring. I really don’t know what his problem is. We were fine as friends all this time between new years and now. I don’t know what suddenly changed everything. I pulled Harry to a stop, giving him a long and meaningful kiss. I pulled back, throwing a wink at Luke. Two can play that game.

We managed to make our way through the mass crowd of paps and into a cab harm free. Harry and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other as the car weaved in and out of traffic. In a drunken stupor I somehow managed to be straddling his lap in the back seat, not one of our classiest moments but I liked it. Just because we were famous didn’t mean we had to act proper all the time. We were a normal couple who was in love.

We held hands tight as we walked through more paparazzi to get into our hotel. Even though we were staying low key they still found us. He kept our hands intertwined as we waited for the elevator. As soon as we stepped on Harry had me pinned up against the wall, mouth all over my neck and lips. His hand traced the outside of my thigh until he grasped my bum in his hand. I gasped at him as the doors to elevator opened. We clumsily stumbled to our door, fighting with the key to let us in. When he finally got it, he had the door opened, closed, and me pressed against it in no time. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he ground his hips into my center harshly. I could feel him growing through his pants already.

I liked rough Harry, it made for a good and interesting night. Even when he was rough, it was still romantic to me. Anything with Harry was romantic because of how much I loved him. Nothing was ever going to change my feelings for him. I don’t even know why I had doubted them in the past. We lost clothing article after clothing article until we were completely naked. He laid me down gently onto the bed.

“I love you Spencer Delaney Styles.” He mumbled as he nipped my neck.

“Styles?” I chuckled into between breathes.

“I’m just practicing. You’ll be a ‘Styles’ before you know it.” he looked me in the eyes as he hovered over me.

That thought alone was enough to drive my senses into overdrive. I wanted to be Mrs. Harry Styles more than anyone could ever imagine. And hearing Harry himself say he was going to make me it was more than I could handle. Sometimes I wondered how I even got so lucky.

Notes

Sorry for any errors. I had a tough time writing this because I really want to skip ahead in the story. So I'm sorry it's a bit of a filler and if it sucks really bad.

The next chapter will move a couple months into the future. Don't worry, you won't miss anything pertinent.

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