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Chapter 10 Tipsy Stalker

Chapter 10 Tipsy Stalker

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**Harry’s POV**

Bea moans into my ear as I grind harder into her. God. She was a bit tipsy but not drunk, I didn’t want her fucking wasted like last night. But, when she was tipsy she was more easygoing. I was able to do more shit with her without her going crazy on me.

Just as I bring my lips to the crook of her neck and gently start sucking on her sensitive skin my phone goes off. Why the fuck does this always happen to me. I decide to ignore it because I couldn’t give less of a shit, but the damn phone wouldn’t stop buzzing…Fuck. I let out a low groan of annoyance.

I push Bea off and say a little too harshly. “Fuck! Give me five minutes, don’t do anything stupid.” I walk away from the dance floor leaving Bea alone and open my phone.

Why the hell is Zayn texting me when he can just walk up to me? I go into one of the small hallways when somebody grabs my bicep.

“What the hell Zayn!” I shout smacking his arm away. He starts laughing like an idiot.

“Tristan called… The deal is back on, and we need to meet him now; at the lounge.” Are you fucking kidding me? I swear I will rip his piercings off. I hate dealing with that kid. He was only danger, full of shit and backstabs.

“What are we gonna fuckin do ‘bout the girls, we can’t just bring them with us?” I didn’t want to bring both of them to someone as evil as Tristan. He was able to play evil games with our minds and Bea didn’t deserve that.

“I don’t know man, they won’t mind as much if we leave since they are tipsy. Casper will figure out something.” He says while staring at his watch. Urh yes they will care, it’s nosy Bea!

“Okay, whatever let’s go tell 'em.” We both leave the hallway and go in different directions to each find Bea and Casper.

I go to the dance floor and can’t find her. Obviously. Does that fuckin girl ever stay in place? As I am pushing through the crowed a bunch of different girls offer themselves to me but I just push them off as I continue searching for the one jewel I wanted.

**Casper’s POV**

I stare as I watch the boys walk away from us and leave the club. Oh well screw them I was having fun with my girl. I couldn’t really think properly since I had some glasses of vodka or shit like that but I was having fun! But, where would they have to leave so urgently? Something’s up.

“Beaaa, I have a plan! Why don’t we secretly follow the boys.” When I get tipsy I get crazy ideas. Her eyes light up at the idea and she quickly leads me outside. I look to right and only see drunk people stumbling down the street, when I look to the left I see two dark figures walking at the end. Bingo. I grab her arm and awkwardly drag Bea behind me.

“Casper, w-what if they see us, Harry will be mad again!” She squeaks, while tripping over her own heals.

“Don’t worry Be, I really wanna see where they are going!” The curiosity was eating me alive. I will be super pissed if they ditched us to go meet other girls but then again I wouldn’t want Bea to see that. She would be really hurt. I probably sound like such a cruel friend saying this but I am sure Harry still does stuff with other girls. Bea was just to naïve to realize and too stubborn to let some explain to her.

My thoughts get disturbed when I see the boy’s dark tall figures swiftly turn into an alley. Fucking sketchy. I grab Be’s arm tugging her into the alley. Suddenly she slips and falls over. Shit! A loud giggle comes from her mouth as I quickly cover it with my hand. Tipsy idiot. We are screwed.

**Harry’s POV**

Still pissed as shit for leaving, Zayn and me turn to the little alley. Short cut. We are having small talk when suddenly a loud noise cuts us off. A giggle. Fuck, I could recognize that giggle from a million miles away. Bea.

“Stay here, ill go see what’s happening.” I state to Zayn and quickly walk to the area the noise came from. I was annoyed, the girls have the fuckin courage to follow us. Idiots.

I walk to the two womanly figure shadows and shout, “What the fuck were you girls thinking by following us!”

“Well Mr. Styles you ditched us at the club so we have the right to know what you were doing.” God dammit Casper and her big mouth. Bea starts giggling even more at her comment making me even more pissed. Casper stumbles over a brick and runs away to Zayn when she spots him. God dammit now we have them on our backs.

“Bea this is not fuckin funny, you’re so naïve sometimes!” I say while grabbing her wrists and wrenching her up making her whimper. That girl drives me mad.

“Harryyy, please don’t be a big meanie, it was Casper’s idea, I’m sorryy!” She slurs out, why the heck does she apologize so much when she is drunk or tipsy.

I smirk, but quickly cover it with an angry face because she can’t be forgiven so easily. But, suddenly her next movement shocks the hell out of me; she stumbles towards me while wrapping her tiny arm around my waist. She lowers her other hand and gently squeezes my crotch through my pants. Holy shit!

She looks up at me with her great big beautiful green eyes and slowly rubs over it. Fucking hell, I love her tipsy. I grab her shoulders pulling her closer to me. She bites her lips. Damn. This time she squeezes it tighter making me moan into her ear. The urge to grab her and fuck her against this wall is impossible. I bend down and lean in for a kiss; it was a desperate one. Things were getting heated when suddenly a voice from behind us clears their throat.

Why the hell do I always get interrupted!

“Mate, we have work to do so get your ass over here!” He says while laughing because he knows I’m pissed.

We arrange a cab to come and bring the girls home so they don’t follow us anymore.

Quickly, before Bea steps into the cab I grab her wrist and whisper in her ear “Don’t bother wearing any panties tonight, cause ill be back for you.” She gasps and I slowly bite her ear. I smirk and close the door as she gets in. I better get something tonight.

I walk back to Zayn and sigh; I’m in no mood to deal with this business stuff.

“Shit, Harry Styles getting serious with a girl…” He chuckles while slowly nudging my arm. Oh here we go…

“What the fuck, no it’s just a thing, Zayn!” I try to cover the smirk on my face. I didn’t want to be tied down to one girl.

“Mm I don’t know, you seem pretty attached… I mean you usually fuck an easy target and go straight to the next.” This little shit is really starting to annoy me…

He continues. “And now you’re staying with a girl who is more difficult?” I ignore him and he starts laughing.

“Whatever man, Bea is different.” I sigh while playfully slapping the back of his head.

We continue small talk 'till we reach the back of the lounge exit, our meeting destination. Two guards stand by the door and they immediately recognize us, so they step the side. As we enter the smell of weed hits my nose and the tacky décor surrounds us. I look around and see Tristan sitting on a big fully red couch in between 3 strippers by his side.

Assuming the two other ones were for us…