All I Ever Wanted

(5 days later)

Harry and I'd been shopping and he'd taken me on an actual tour of London, since we'd never really had the chance. Our week had been perfect time spent together, but tonight the crew was meeting up and we were all hitting the town. Harry and I were beyond excited.

"Is this good?" Harry stepped into the bathroom where I was applying make-up. He had on his usual black t-shirt and skinny jeans. I didn't mind. Black was my favorite color on him, especially those t-shirts that were tight around his biceps. They showed off his muscles and emphasized his arm tattoos, flooding my mind with dirty thoughts.

"Mmmn, soooo goood." I growled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Your makeup looks spectacular, babe!" He laughed and I looked in the mirror, realizing I only had one eye finished. I giggled.

"Hey!" I poked him.

He found a spot on the bed and watched TV while I finished getting ready. When I came out in my red little number, his focus turned to me.

"You look amazing! I might end up in a few fights tonight." He laughed, moving from his spot on the bed to kiss me. "Seriously, don't leave my side tonight, okay?"

I giggled as we made our way down stairs. The gang was meeting up at Louis' place to have a few drinks before heading to the bars.

We arrived at Louis' and Eleanor met us at the door. She'd already had a drink or two and was much more giggly than usual. She'd all but tackled me when she saw me.

"Leeeee I've misssed youuuuu!" Her words were already drawn-out and dramatic.

"I've missed you, El!" We hugged and made our way into the kitchen.

"I've got a drink waiting for you!" Perrie sang out as she handed me a glass.

We heard the stereo begin to boom from the living room and I knew DJ Payne was getting the party started.

After dancing, drinking, and taking tons of pictures, everyone decided it was time to hit the city. Emma hung out with us at Louis' and offered to drive everyone downtown, but she didn't want to go out pregnant, so she and Niall were going to stay back at their place. It put a small damper on the night, but we knew soon enough they'd be back out with us, or at least we'd hoped.

Once dropping us out at the Funky Buddha, the boys' favorite spot, Emma and Niall left us to our drunken shenanigans.

"I'ma buy you a draaaank!" Zayn danced around our booth before skipping off to buy a round of shots for everyone.

He was probably the most fun drunk. His inner R&B came out and he always ended up singing or rapping to us before the night was over.

I sat between Harry and Eleanor. Eleanor and I gossiped with Perrie and Danielle while Harry and the boys made jokes.

"Girls, can we make a bathroom trip?" Danielle asked. She was a pisser when she drank. That girl literally peed every five minutes while out.

"Suuuureeeeee! I need to check myself out, anyways." Eleanor scooted everyone out of the booth.

We made our way to the bathroom without running into any fans or trouble. The good thing about being out in London was that everyone was either used to seeing you out, or too drunk to care.

"Leah, help me peee!" Eleanor giggled as I assisted her with her dress. We laughed at nothing and finally made it out of the stall to wash hands and fix makeup.

"I literally love you three so much." Perrie looked as if she was going to cry.

"Awwweeee, we love you Pear Bear!" I kissed her on the cheek and we all giggled.

Finally, we made it out of the bathroom and tried to make our way back to the boys. We formed a human chain to get through the crowd, but halfway through the club, I lost hold of Perrie's hand. I freaked out a little because she was too drunk to notice. I wasn't quite drunk yet, just tipsy so I took a deep breath and tried to force my way through the sea of people.

"Well hello there." I heard an unfamiliar voice and turned as someone caught my wrist. I saw a big, bald guy who I'd never met before. With a quick jerk, he slammed me up against the club wall.

"Aren't you that pretty little songbird from America?"

"Yes." I jerked my arm away, and tried to slip around him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked, blocking my way.

"Away from you!" I shouted, trying again to get around him.

He wouldn't budge. He grabbed my face and moved in to kiss me. I closed my eyes to prepare myself, since I couldn't break free from his grip, but the kiss never came. Instead, I felt him let go of my cheeks, suddenly. I opened my eyes just in time to see Harry's fist connect with the guy's face.

"Harry!" I shrieked, trying to make him stop.

I knew Harry could take the guy, and that's what worried me. Harry had a look on his face that I'd never seen before. It was a hard, cold, deathly glare. The bald guy threw a punch and caught Harry's lip. Harry ignored it and hit the guy four more times before security jumped on the bald guy.

Liam, Zayn, and Louis had made it over and held onto Harry. The boys gave the security guards a quick nod and they took the bald guy out of the club. Danielle was by my side with ice and a wet towel almost immediately. The six of us made it over to our table where Perrie and Eleanor were waiting. Harry took a seat and pulled me into him as I began to blot his lip.

"I told you not to leave my side." He whispered.

"I got separated from the girls by accident." I snapped a bit.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm fine." I'd successfully blotted the blood from his lip, so I moved the ice onto it, to take down the swelling.

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he'd hurt you. I couldn't bare to see you suffer, or oh God - what if I'd lost you?" Tears formed in his eyes.

I kissed his forehead. "Haz, I'm fine. You didn't lose me and I'm not hurt. It's okay."

I could tell he was shaken up. I was too, but I'd never seen him so worried.

"Well he'll never lay another hand on you again. And he'd better hope I never see him again. If I do, he's dead."

I ran my fingers through his disheveled hair, hoping to calm him a bit. The others gave us our space, knowing we needed it after the fight, and made their way to the dance floor.

Harry and I cuddled in the booth as I continued to take care of his busted lip. Shortly after the group had left, they returned.

"Are you two done now? The dance floor isn't the same without you?" Louis pouted.

Harry and I laughed and got up to join them. The first song was upbeat, so everyone pulled out some crazy dance moves. Liam did the worm and Perrie showed us her best robot. We were all too drunk and giggly.

The DJ slowed the night down with a slow song. Harry grabbed my waist from behind and spun me around. "May I have this dance?"

I giggled and nodded, placing my hands around his neck. We swayed back and forth. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life." He murmered.

"No, not as lucky as I am to have you." I winked at him.

"Okay, okay. We're both pretty lucky!" Harry flashed that cheeky grin of his and I threw my head back in laughter.

"Oh my God." I stopped laughing when I saw it. "Harry, look!"

I pointed to Louis and Eleanor, who were in the middle of the dance floor. Louis was down on one knee and had Eleanor's left hand in his hands.

"Is he-?" Harry stopped.

"He can't be!" I gasped.

"That bloke is proposing!" Harry yelled as we saw Eleanor nod yes and Louis twirl her around.

Harry grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd.

Louis and Eleanor looked straight at us. "We have news!" They grinned.

"Louis, Eleanor, go home, you're drunk!" Harry laughed.

"We may be drunk, but we're in love even when we're sober, you jackass!" Louis giggled. "We might fly to Vegas. Elvis could marry us!" His eyes lit up and he turned to Eleanor.

"First a ring made out of a drink straw, and now an Elvis wedding? Baby let's do it!" Eleanor looked completely serious. Harry looked to me. They were really drunk, but it was hilarious.

Neither one of them wanted to grow up. A drunken engagement and an Elvis wedding seemed to fit them, even though I knew as soon as El sobered up, she'd want things to go a little differently. Louis on the other hand would even have Harry marry them right here in the middle of the club.

The slow song ended and the four of us stumbled back to the booth for more drinks. After two drinks, the others came back to the table, too.

"Well, it's been one hell of a night!" Louis held a shot up in the air with one hand, and gripped Eleanor by the waist with the other. "My baby said yes and Harry beat some guy's ass! The last shot of the night is to our fucking hardcore family!"

Louis tipped the shot glass onto his lips and the rest of us followed. I couldn't help but laugh at his speech. After we'd downed the liquid, we began to make our way to the street. The boys waved a few taxis and we made our way to our separate homes.

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