Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

One Year Ago


“Addison White, don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink,” said Demi, my hired au pair, as she tried to wrench the drink I was holding from my hand. “Have you forgotten that you’re followed 24/7 by the paparazzi?”


“No I haven’t,” I slurred, drawling the last bit and rolled my eyes. “But today they’re not on my case so excuse me if I want to let loose a little…”


So maybe it was the sixth or seventh shot I’d taken since arriving at the club and it was definitely having its effect on me. That, as well as the coke lines I’d sniffed upon my arrival but it was only the beginning the night wasn’t nearly over.


I could barely walk straight, the room was super congested so I was feeling very hot and I was struggling with deciding who I was going to take home because I was surrounded but hotties everywhere.


For the first time in a long time I’d been able to sneak out of the house without the paparazzi on my case and I was going to take full advantage of the whole situation.


I downed the shot and turned to an annoyed looking Demi.


“You need to live a little…” I drawled out.


“No,” she snatched the glass from my hand. “You need to be more responsible,” she grumbled. “We need to go home…”


“Gotta go!” I exclaimed.


I stumbled onto my feet from the couch and staggered towards the dance floor trying very hard to blend in with the crowd because I knew that Demi wouldn’t be too far from me wanting to take me home.


I wanted to stay and drink some more before going back onto the dance floor, putting out my best assets and putting on my best dance moves to attract a guy to go home with.


“Addie!” she called out over the music, trying hard to grab a hold of my arm. “Addie White, you’re making it really hard for me to do my job!”


I flipped the bird at her, giggled and ducked behind a couple making out near me. I carried on my way. It was a bad idea considering the fact that I was so intoxicated and kept bumping into people who were giving me death glares.


Tired of running away from Demi I grabbed the next person I could find and pulled them in for a kiss and without hesitating the person started moving their lips with mine and slowly their hands moved down my back and stopped at my ass.


My hands found themselves in his thick and curly hair and I fisted them in his hair then pulled him closer to me. Somehow I started feeling butterflies in my stomach which was weird because I hadn’t even seen the person’s face.


When I was certain that Demi was no longer following me I pulled my head away slightly, not wanting to part lips with the stranger. When I laid eyes on who I’d hooked up with and slowly my lips curved into a smile…


Harry Styles was standing in front of me and his facial expression was mirroring mine and he was just as drunk as I was.


“Addison White,” his smirk widened. “If it isn’t America’s sweetheart…” he slurred, bringing his forehead to mine.


“Was America’s sweetheart,” I corrected. “Fancy seeing you here Harry Styles…” I took a step closer to him and ran my fingers down his chest that was covered by his t-shirt before running my fingers through his brown curls. “Dance with me, Styles…”


I shouldn’t have offered him to dance with me. If I hadn’t asked him, we wouldn’t have wound up on the dance floor dancing seductively to the club music. We wouldn’t have started kissing each other again.


“I don’t wanna be here anymore,” I whispered against his lips, looking at my side to see if Demi was anywhere near the both of us. “I wanna go home…”


I watched his mouth as it curved into a smile and he placed a kiss on my forehead before looking back at someone and signalling something to the person. I tried to look around to find who the person was but couldn’t see anyone.


“Let’s go then,” he said when he looked back at me and took my hand then started pulling me off the dance floor.


I felt in my pocket to see if I had my phone and soon I was outside the club, immediately blinded by the excessive flashing of paparazzi cameras and I cursed under my breath.


It was obvious that someone in the club had tipped them off, it was the only way to explain why they were there. I lowered my head and kept really close to Harry as we made our way to the waiting car out front.


We got into the backseat of it and snuggled close to Harry as we drove to the hotel and only once I was sure that the paparazzi was nowhere near the car.


Soon he had me pressed up against the bedroom wall, his hands travelling up and down my body and stripping me out of my clothing as we kissed passionately.


“The bed,” I said breathlessly and he moved my body.


Soon we were lost in each other and I was calling out Harry’s name really loudly. Scratching and clawing at his back, tears streaming down my face and afterwards laying naked on the bed as our breathing regulated.


Little did I know that it was that night that would change my life forever…

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