Suck it and See

Getting ready wasn’t as bad as I had expected, mostly because Melissa had a bottle of vodka that we were taking shots from while we finished the task. Melissa was dressed in tight black shorts that could have passed as underwear if they hadn’t been made out of denim and a white lace crop top that her breasts billowed out of. She finished the look off with a pair of black heels to match. Claudia, who was only sixteen, was wearing her own version of the same outfit, and I found it hard to believe that her mother would let her out like that. Then I remembered who her mother was—my aunt Sharon, for as long as I can remember, has always had a drink in her hand and a boyfriend much younger than her—she was out on a date now with a wannabe actor.

“Guys, I’m tipsy and excited, can we go already?” Heather stumbled over, slurring with enthusiasm. She was dressed in tight, white jeans and a black corset-top that also had her assets on display.

Melissa cracked a sly smirk at Heather’s inability to handle her liquor as I came to the conclusion that I had the smallest tits out of the three of us. I grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a swig and leaning back against the wall, I was drunk enough that I was ready to face my fate, but here we were, waiting...

I took another drink and watched as Melissa ran her fingers through her hair, “Done.” She said with a smile, turning to look at me—I was wearing black leather pants, that took me ten minutes to put on and an oversized white T-shirt—she didn’t look too impressed, “Stop hogging the bottle, Rose,” She snatched it from my hand to take a drink.

“Do you have the meet and greet passes, Melly?”

Claudia’s question has my eyes widening. Meet and greet passes? Melissa smirked, “Of course,” He eyes landed on me, “In a few short hours we will be in the presence of five gods so you bitches better have your shit together.”

“Oh god, there are meet and greet passes?” I couldn’t hold my exasperation in any longer, “How long are we going to have to wait in line for one stupid picture?”

Melissa glared at me, “We are going to wait as long as it fucking takes because this is One Direction we are talking about here,” I rolled my eyes as she walked past me, “And I call standing next to Harry during our picture, my plan is to seduce him and make him fall in love with me.”

I chuckled, following behind her as we retreated down the stairs, she was delusional, “I don’t even want to be in the picture, you can stand next to whoever you want, Melissa.”

XXX

Melissa was right about one thing, the five boys on that stage truly were gods. I was pretty captivated by each one of their looks and our seats were close enough for a good view of them. What I did not enjoy was the thousands of people screaming, it was giving me a headache. So, I did what any logical person would do, and left to go sit in a nice little alleyway I found when I got lost trying to find my way out to the car. I decided to post up by myself and wait for Melissa to text me when they finished up at the meet and greet. While I waited I took drinks from the flask that I snuck in my purse to keep me warm and smoked cigarettes.The screams pulsated through the thick, brick walls which told me the meet and greet was probably taking place. I leaned against the brick building, taking a long drag from my cigarette and held the smoke in, forcing a drink down my throat before blowing the smoke out with a cough, “Nice.”

A male voice disrupting my silence suddenly made me aware of my surroundings, “How did you get back here?” He stepped out of the shadowy doorway and into the light, he was shirtless, covered in tattoos and wearing leather pants that were as tight as mine, a smirk spread to his lips as his eyes gave me a once-over. “What’s your name?”

“Rosie,” I attempted a smile, crushing out my cigarette and taking a few steps towards him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to be back here, I just needed a cigarette and I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up at this door that—”

“It’s fine,” He chuckled, wiping the sweat off his the back of his neck with his shirt that I could probably sell on eBay for thousands of dollars, “Security is shit at their jobs though.”

“I’m Harry,” He smirked, holding out his hand, “I would offer a hug, but I’m covered in sweat.”

Any girl who took one look at him wouldn’t mind getting a sweaty shirtless hug, but I kept that bit of information to myself. “Do you want a drink?” I questioned, hoping he would agree so I wouldn’t look like a drunk by taking a few myself, “It can be your reward for killing it up there tonight.”

My words got him, the hints of a smile tugging at his lips as he reached in and took the flask from me, “You liked the show?” He asked with confidence, knowing damn well that I liked it. I nodded, feeling my smile grow as he downed his drink; Melissa was going to hate me.

“Good,” He handed me the flask which I quick sipped, “I was performing specifically for you.”

“You know what else you can do specifically for me?” I asked with a teasing tone, feeling myself well up with confidence as he stepped closer to me.

"I'll do anything you want me too," He moved closer with each word, locking our gaze as a smirk grew on his lips, "Only because our outfits match."

I couldn't look away from him, "But I'm not shirtless..."

"Well, we can easily change that, love," He teased, making me yelp as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, "I don't care about getting you sweaty anymore."

I giggled, pressing the cold flask firmly against his skin, "Fuck," He breathed out at the feeling.

He leaned in, trying to bring his lips to mine but I dipped my head down in probably my most shameful act ever, “I’m too drunk right now," I pushed him back with the almost empty flask, "You need to be a man and finish this for me.”

A look of surprise flashed across his face for a brief moment before his smirk returned to its place, “I like a girl who is demanding.”

I cracked a smile, biting down onto my lip and looking away from his eyes, “You’re a flirt, Harry.”

“I just aim to please, love,” He watched me light up another smoke, his eyes tracing up and down my body as he downed another ‘man’ shot. His voice was low as his eyes set on mine, “I would really love to please you."

Notes

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