Friend or Foe

—Hannah—

I was quickly trying to navigate the exit
from the club, but the crashing bodies
made it tough.

“Hey babe.”

I look up in surprise and a red head
smirked down at me.

“If you don’t have a dick, get the fuck
away from me,” I spat and pushed
her out of my way.

The swaying bodies now seemed to
disgust me and I wanted to throw up, I
needed fresh air, fast. I found the exit
sign and pushed the door which
caught the bouncer off guard.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and quickly walked
away.

I took in a big gulp of New York City’s
cold air and then slowly exhaled from
my nose. My head was pounding and I
kept seeing doubles. I gave a little
burp and rested my palms on my
knees. I was suddenly aware that I was
panting and I turned around to see
Harry coming forward. I turned around
and closed my eyes; I did not want to
see his face. I kept my eyes shut for
several seconds and when I opened
them I saw Nike sneakers. My eyes
trailed upwards and Harry was staring
down at me.

“Good?” he asks, his voice rough and
husky. It was so hot, it made my
insides burn, not good.

I straighten my back and nod. “Fine.”

“Let me drive you home,” he said and
walked towards his car.

I follow him, I had no choice. And also,
I didn’t want to ride in a cab, Austin
would find out and I’d get another
dose of punishment. I grab my hoodie and
put it on and watch as Harry starts the
car.

“Harry?” I asked, “You’re drunk, you
shouldn’t be driving.”

Harry gave out a low chuckle as he
backed out of his parking spot. “No
big deal.” Then he looked into my eyes, “I
won’t kill you…yet.” He gave a wink
and then put the car in drive.

I sink into the white leather seat and
rest my arm on the arm rest. “Be
careful,” I warn. Harry gave out a
chuckle and drove as if the alcohol
didn’t affect him one bit. And here I was,
squinting and my stomach churning.

I licked my lips and it tasted like
alcohol and mint, just like Harry’s. I
grinned a bit, even though it was
wrong of me to make out with him like
that, I liked it, which frightened me.
Right now I needed to think of an
excuse for Austin, but it’s not like he was
going to listen to me. I suddenly felt
scared, what was Austin going to do to
me now? I glanced out the windows,
not paying attention where Harry was
taking me to. I closed my eyes and
then after a few minutes I opened
them in alarm. Something was not
right.

I raise my head off my arm and notice
Harry was standing outside and blue
red lights were flashing. Shit. The cops
were here and Harry had looked like
he was negotiating with the officer.
The officer looked at me and then to
Harry. The cop went to his car and
came back with some sort of black
instrument. Harry inhaled and then
put it into his mouth. My jaw dropped
as I saw the red lights flashing. It was
measuring his alcohol intake and it
was high, very high. He was driving me
home with 2.3 pints of alcohol?! Was
he crazy?

Then the cop looked at me and Harry
gave me a look of uncertainty. The cop
came to my side and opened the door
of the car.

“In your mouth,” he said.

I hesitated, wondering how many
people put that in their mouth. I
shuddered, but then Harry put it in and I
already mixed my spit with his, so no
big deal. I opened my mouth and put
the device into my mouth. The red
numbers stared increasing and I
looked in horror as my alcohol level
was just like Harry’s. The cop took it
out of my mouth and I wiped my mouth
on the sleeve of my hoodie.

I cast Harry a wary look, but he looked
determined. The cop then called me
forward and I was side by side with
Harry. I looked at the ground, I was
dead. Worse than dead.

“You two are coming with me,” the cop
said.

“Lis—“

I was broken off when Harry gently
nudged me into the backside of the
car. Then Harry got inside and closed
the door. I stared at him. “Your car?” I
ask.

“Hush,” he says and leans back in the
seat, rubbing his face with his hands. I
stare at him and then he peeks at me.
He then sits up. “Listen,” he tells me.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” he
coaxed me.

“How do you know?” I question him in
fear. “We’re in a cop car!” I yell in a
hushed tone.

“We’re not arrested okay,” Harry said
with annoyance. “We’re just going to
go to a holding cell, that’s all. I told
them to call my manager and then
things will be okay.”

“I am so dead,” I groan and slump back
in the seat.

“Thought you were rebellious?” Harry
asked amused.

“Shut up,” I say as I stare ahead
through the blocked screen.

“At least we’re not in cuffs,” Harry says
and leans into the seat. He turns his
head to me and smiles. “We’ll be fine,”
he assures me, “I promise.”

I don’t answer as the officer starts the
car. I’ve never been inside a holding
cell, but it didn’t feel good. I was
panicking, I seriously felt like a
prisoner. I was pacing around the cell
and Harry watched me, his eyes
following me.

“Calm down,” Harry assures me for
what must’ve been the thousandth
time.

“I can’t be calm,” I sternly answer. “I
am so dead, Austin is gonna beat the
shit out of me.”

“Beat the shit out of you?” Harry
asked.

I bit my tongue, oh shit. “It’s nothing,” I
lie and avert my gaze somewhere else
instead on Harry’s probing green orbs.
“I was—“

“Is that why your lips are busted?”
He asked narrowing his gaze at me.
His iris seemed to glow in anger, “He
beats you Hannah?”

“What?” I choke. “No no, of course he
doesn’t!”

“Hannah,” Harry carefully speaks and my
mouth goes dry. “Tell me.”

“No,” I recoil from his intense gaze
and stare through the bars. “He loves
me," I lie through my teeth.

“So to show his love for you he beats you up?”

I turn around and see Harry in front of
me. “When I saw you in Hooters, you
looked like a wreck.”

“Wow thanks,” I mutter and look down
blushing.

“Tell me something,” Harry says and I
stare up at him in curiosity. “Is Austin
good?”

“Good?" I ask with an uncertain tone.

“In bed,” Harry rolls his eyes and
laughs. “Does he do you well?”

“This is something I’d rather not converse
about,” I flush.

“Meaning he isn’t then.”

“I never said that,” I defend.

“You didn’t have to, your red face
says it all,” Harry chuckles and cups
my chin, looking into my eyes. His
eyes were beautiful, his iris black and
green. I move my face away from his
chin and breathe heavily. This was
embarrassing, talking about my pathetic
sex life.

Harry moves away from me and sits
down on a bench and ushers me over.
I walk forward and sit down. He turns
his body towards me and smiles. Even
the slightest smile made his dimple
prominent. “You’ve broken up right?”
He asks with a smirk.

“Why?” I question.

“Because I want to make you a deal,”
he says and folds his fingers together.
He then looks at me with innocent
eyes, but his smirk said otherwise.

“Alright,” I nod. “Let’s hear it.”

“Okay,” Harry said and slid closer to
me. “What if I, you know, teach you the
art of seducing?”

My jaw drops open and I quickly
recover. “You’re shitting me right?”

“No,” he laughs and then his face turns
serious. “I’m being dead serious.
Listen, I really like you and I already
told you that and well…” Harry shrugs,
“I want to show you stuff, it’s a win-win
situation.”

My hearing must’ve gone wrong
because here I am in a holding cell
with Harry Styles and he is proposing
that he teaches me ‘the art of
seducing.'

“Okay, so you want to teach me sex?” I
ask unsure.

“If you wanna put it that way then, sure.”
Harry grins. “I’d love to teach you.”
Then he scoots even closer to me. “It
won’t be wrong, I’d love to test your
body,” Harry breathes.

“Okay,” I scoot away from him. “You’re
drunk and totally wasted, so you're just
talking shit.”

“Babe, I’m not wasted, you are,” he points
at me. “If we weren’t pulled over by the cop
I could’ve driven you home in one
piece, I swear.”

I gulp. “You’re not making sense.”

“Stop denying it love,” Harry says in his
husky rough voice. “I know you’ll
agree, we’ll have few classes right here
in NY and then the rest in London,
boyfriend doesn’t even have to know.”

At least he wasn’t talking about Austin
beating me up, but I wanted to
confess to someone. But if I told my
father I’d get the whole ‘I told you so’
speech. Then the holding cell gate
opens and we both stand up.

“You're free to go,” the officer who
picked us up said.

Harry nods and passes him, but then
the cop stops him. “No drinking and
driving,” he tells him sternly. “You’re
lucky this time son.” Then he looks at
me. “You too young lady.”

“Yes sir,” we both reply in unison.

The officer curtly nods ushering us to
leave. A man then walks over to us and
he’s huge and bulky.

“Harry,” he says and doesn’t seem too
pleased. “You are in big trouble lad.”

Harry looks down and he peeks from
his curls and gives me a smirk. I look
down and blush biting my lip to hide
the smile. I actually liked the fact Harry
wanted to teach me, a lot of females
would love to take my place.

“I’m Paul,” the man spoke up making
me look at him. “I’ll drive you home,
alright.”

Harry and I leave the station and I
catch the time, it was 1:15 am. Great,
perfect, awesome. I sat in the back of
the Range Rover, with Harry in the
passenger, and Paul driving. My
stomach stared hurting and I felt my
gums go numb, something that would
happen when I was sacred or nervous.
I prayed that Austin was asleep and
sighed. I was tired and I wanted to
sleep. But then a thought struck me,
where was Paul driving me?

Notes

Sorry, been a busy summer but here's part eight! I hope your guys' summer has been well! Enjoy. :)