Attraction

I stormed back into my house, so furious that I couldn't think straight.

I threw on a silver sequin dress, some very high red pumps, and grab a little black clutch. I need to go out and get drunk and clear my mind, and what better way to do it than going to Harry Styles' party?

I walked across the empty street and opened Harry's door. Neon lights were flashing, people were dancing (no, actually most people were snogging) and the whole house reeked of sweat and booze.

I know. Not my kind of scene.

I could turn around, go home, have a nice sleep and solve this problem rationally. Who am I kidding? Where's the fun in that? I take a deep breath and head into the mass of sweaty people.

I go straight for the drinks table, where I see two of Harry's friends (Louis and Zayn??) laughing. They each had a girl next to them, who were talking and dancing. I walk up to them. Immediately, the girls approach me. Both are drop-dead gorgeous. The first one has bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The second has wavy, long brown hair and warm brown eyes.

The blonde one speaks first. "Are you Aria?"

I nod. "Um, yeah, last time I checked."

They both giggle, then the other girl extends her hand. "I'm Eleanor, and this is Perrie."

Before I could say anything, Perrie spoke up. "So what's happening between you and Harry?"

I look at her, shocked. "Wait, what did he say to you?"

"Absolutely nothing! We were begging him to tell us, but all he said was that he was 'helping you out'. Like, what's that supposed to mean?"

Thank god! "Um, well, that's pretty much it. He drives me to school sometimes. I know, very exciting."

We talk for another 15 minutes or so, gossiping about people at school and they are actually really nice girls. After many laughs and a couple too many shots of vodka, Eleanor glances over at Louis and says a couple of words. She looks back at us. "Let's go downstairs. Harry and his closest mates are going to hang out."

"Um... I don't know..." I slur.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! And you can be with Harry!" Too tipsy to refuse, I give in, and we walk down the narrow flight of stairs into the basement.

The first thing I notice is that this is the biggest basement I've ever seen. There is a lounge area, a pool table, a treadmill, and some weights with a bench.

The second thing I notice is Harry's glowing eyes piercing through me. To my surprise, he wasn't with any other girls. Suddenly, I noticed that he was walking towards me. I staggered backwards, and was about to fall, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me up with one hand.

"Are you drunk?" He asks.

"Um... Maybe a little?"

Before he can say anything, Niall calls us over. He leads me back to the couch, where he sits on the floor in front of me and I play with his hair, twirling it in my fingers.

"Whose up for truth-or-dare?" Says Zayn, holding Perrie's arm. They are so damn cute together...

"Okay, so if you chicken out, you have to... Go outside and take a piss on the grass while singing 'Baby' by Justin Beiber. Got it?" He explains, and everybody laughs.

"Okay, I'll go first" says Louis. He turns to his Liam. "Liam, truth or dare?"

"Um... Dare?" Everybody giggles.

"Mate, NEVER take a DARE from Louis! Are you out of your mind?" Harry yells.

"Don't listen to them, LiLi" Says Louis.

"Now, let's see... You have to... Hmm... Let me be nice. I dare you to kiss Niall."

Liam gapes at him. "On the mouth?"

"Of course!"

"Fuck you, mate!" Liam utters, while Louis laughs his brains out at the look on Niall's face. Niall gets up, and Liam gives him a quick peck on the lips. Harry whistles.

"Bromance confirmed!" Eleanor shouts.

"I fucking hate you all!" Liam exclaims playfully.

"And we love you too." Louis replies, returning the sarcasm. Harry moves up on to the couch so he is sitting right next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder as he puts his arm around me.

"Okay, moving on..." Liam quickly changed the topic.

"Aria, truth or dare?"

"Umm... Dare."

"Let's see..." Niall leans in and whispers something to Liam, who bursts out in laughter and nods his head. "Okay, I dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with Harry."

Harry looks over at me. "Better than singing Justin Beiber on my lawn"

I sigh. "Fine. But that doesn't mean we're going to... You know..."

"Okay, lovebirds, in the closet" Louis hurries us, cutting off Harry's reply. "We'll be two rooms over, so feel free to make as much noise as you want." He winks and promptly locks us in the confined space.

Because of the dim lighting, all I could see were his broad shoulders and the outlines of his curls. We stood there, admiring each other wordlessly, my eyes slowly adjusting. I bit my lip subconsciously.

"Don't do that." He said.

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip."

"Why?"

"Because then I have to do this." He grabs my face and presses his soft, pink lips onto my own. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in closer. He bites at my bottom lip, and I slowly open my mouth, letting his tongue slip in. "I've wanted to do this for so long" He murmurs against my mouth, causing me to moan lightly. Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, we broke away from the kiss, still holding each other closely. Without breaking eve contact, he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Jump." He whispers, and I do. He picks me up and begins kissing my lips, but slowly moves down to my neck and collarbone, probably leaving countless love-marks behind. He lightly bites the tender skin on the side of my neck, before moving back up to my lips, where we have a kiss even more intense than before.

"Told you this wasn't such a bad idea" He whispered, and I rested my head in the crook of his neck. We stood there, wrapped with each other's warmth in the cold night.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. "Seven minutes is up! Does everybody have their clothes on?"

I giggle, and Harry opens the door, promptly backhanding Louis across the face. "Ouch!" Louis says, putting his hand up to his face.

"You deserved it. Now where is everybody?"

"In the other room playing beer pong." Louis explains.

"LOUIS! YOUR TURN!" Somebody from the other room shouts.

"Got to go" He waves. "Feel free to join us. If not, please do use protection." As he disappears behind the door into the lounge area, Harry turns to me.

"I assume you don't want to play beer pong?" I shrug.

"I don't know, Harry, your friends are pretty damn sexy..."

"Very true. Only a sexy curly haired dimple master such as myself could even compete with them." I giggle.

"So that's what you're calling yourself now?"

"Here, let me hear you say it, then I'll decide if it's a keeper."

"Um, actually, I'll pass." I look him in the eyes. Damn, he is gorgeous. What the hell is he doing making out with someone like me?

"I tried." He pushes his hair back with his hand. "You need to sleep."

I groan. "Can I stay here? My dad isn't there and I don't want to wake up alone with a hangover."

"Sure, love. Let's go."


TO BE CONTINUED...

Notes

HIIII LOVESSSS

So I'm sorry I'm splitting this chapter up into three parts but I kind of have too because ITS SO DAMN LONG!

Okay that's what she said.

ANYWAYS, I love you all and I hope you enjoyed the make out session!

LOVE,

OLIVIAAAAAA <3