Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

I downed my eight shot and pulled a slight face, the liquid bitter in my mouth and asked the waiter for another. He didn’t give me much of an issue because he knew who I was and I was a regular at the club, as long as the authorities didn’t find out that they were serving alcohol to under aged people. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” said a familiar voice from behind me.


I turned around and frowned when I saw that it was Harry who looked very concerned, I then started thinking when he’d gotten there because he wasn’t with me when I’d first arrived. For the first night in weeks I was able to sneak away from Demi and the boys who seemed to be with 24/7 and I was planning on enjoying myself. That was until I was interrupted by Harry.


Not only did he looked pissed off with me but he also snatched the glass I was holding in my hand from me and placed it on the counter in front of him, I try to snatch it back but he wasn’t having it. Besides he was too fast for me.


“Time for us to go home,” he said in a stern voice before taking my hand and dragging me away from the bar but I refused to move. “Addison…” he challenged but I wasn’t going to back down that easily.


“No Harry!” I yanked my arm from him and turned to walk back to the bar. “You go,” I said, not considering the fact that he couldn’t hear me. “Why are you even here? If you’re worried that I might caught don’t worry, I’ll be careful…” I drawled out, feeling a slight headache creeping in and feeling rather nauseas.


“Demi called me,” he explained, grabbing my clutch bag from the counter. “Have you forgotten that you have an early flight tomorrow morning?” he took my hand into his again and started pulling me away from the bar again.


“Let go of me!” I yelled out but it was useless considering how loud the music was. “I don’t want to go home, it’s not midnight and I still want to…” He wasn’t showing signs of slowing down so I did what I knew best, I grabbed the guys standing not so far from me and kissed him.


I was yanked away from the stranger by Harry and I whipped towards him. He didn’t say anything to me, instead he carried on pulling me towards the entrance of the club, but I guess he remembered the paparazzi out front so he made a quick detour towards the back door of the club.


We’d just left the club when I yanked my arm from his and took a step back. “I said leave me the fuck alone!” I said bitterly. “I don’t want to leave. I know I have an early flight but I’ll leave when I want to,” I staggered before finding my balance. “So I’m going to head back into the club and I’m going to party until the sun comes out.”


“Addison…”


“Oh cut the act Harry,” I spat out. “There aren’t any cameras, Demi and the boys aren’t here right now so you can cut the caring boyfriend act. Go home, or better yet go back into the club and find yourself a girl to take home…” I stumbled backwards. “Have fun, live a little. I know I will,” I turned on my heels and I was about to step back into the club when he yanked me back towards him.


“Addison, just listen for once!” he raised his voice. “You have to go home…”


“To an empty fucking house where I’m forced to be alone with my fucking demons, thinking about how miserable my life is. I’d rather stay here where I’m not forced to think about everything going wrong in my life. I’m tired of crying…” Harry’s eyebrows knitted together but I paid no attention to him. “Don’t give me that fucking look, you don’t know what I have to go through every day. You know what it’s like to look in the mirror and feeling disgusted with what you see…” I stopped the tears from falling from my eyes. “You’re Mr Perfect, to the world nothing you say is wrong…”


He stayed silent, I waited for a little while hoping… wanting him to say something and when he didn’t I took it as my cue to head back into the club where I was planning on drinking myself into the coma, drinking all my sorrows away. When I got into the club I went straight to the bar where I ordered myself two more shots and everything went downhill from there onwards.


There was a moment where I was taking shots off the male strippers of the club, from there I started dancing on the counters and table giving all the club goers a good show and somewhere between the body shots and the dancing I got with many of the attractive boys that were surrounding me. I had a feeling that it was going to end up on all the gossip sites but I didn’t care, I was living in the moment.


When I woke up the next morning there was vibrating besides me, my phone and when I got it – after forcing my eyes open – I saw Naomi’s name flashing on the screen. I looked around me and at first I didn’t know where I was but I soon realised that I was in Harry’s bed, in the suite he shared with Louis.


“Fuck,” I murmured as my head buzzed and the room spun around. I didn’t know how I’d gotten there but I was soon to find out.

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