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Something Good Can Work

I wish you would.

So if I have never experienced an awkward car ride before, that would have changed. Louis was so oblivious, but I could tell Lucy and Niall were both horrified at the situation. Neither of them made eye contact, but I did get a glare. She probably thought we were dating. "So, Lucy, I'm Louis' cousin! My name is Summer." I said as I leaned up, my cousin had failed to actually introduce us. She looked at me in the rear view mirror and gave me a half hearted smile. "Hey." She said solemnly. Damn, already on the shit list. "Lucy, Summer needs friends. I've been forcing her to hang out with me and Niall. You should help her out, maybe convince her that jacket she has on is atrocious." Louis said with a laugh. "Jackass..." I said under my breath, I could see Lucy looking me over now. "You're not dating Niall?" She asked, a bit abrupt if you ask me. "No, not dating at all." I answered, ignoring the look Niall was giving me. "Oh, okay. Yeah I think I've got a leather jacket in the back. We'll fix you up." She actually gave me a smile. She also kinda insulted my outfit. I shrug it off and sit back, it wasn't much further before we were arriving at a house that was only a smidge larger than Saturday's house. I climb out of the car and Lucy comes to my side, she reaches over me and grabs a worn leather jacket and shakes it off. "Here, I had the sleeves altered so it should stop just below your elbow." She said as I exchanged jackets with her. I gave her a look, waiting for her opinion. "Now you look like a proper sex pot. Shall we?" She said enthusiastically. I'd never been referred to as that, but I wasn't mad at it. "So you're from America?" She asked as we walked in, her eyes locked on me. I had no clue where the boys had gotten off to. "Not just America, but the Deep South." I said with a laugh. My accent wasn't horribly noticeable, but I'm sure it was here. "Very scary." She said sincerely before leading me towards the kitchen. There was a group of girls around a kitchen island, various liquor bottles spread out in front of them. "Girls, this is Summer, she is Tommos cousin. Summer these are the girls." I learned they were named; Katy, Ellie, Perrie, and then of course Lucy. I was lacking the "y" at the end of my name, not sure how well I'd fit in. "Shots then love?" Katy asked, sliding a shot glass toward me. I shook my head. "No, I don't mix well with drinks. You'll be thanking me when I'm not throwing up on you." How awkward could I be? Katy arched a brow and then shrugged, taking the shot for herself. A few shots later and the girls were all giggling until Ellie gasped and then looked at me. "Please tell me why Harry can't take his eyes off of you? Have you already met him?" She said in her drunken stupor. I hadn't even noticed he was there or checked my phone, I turned and made eye contact immediately. He gave me a smirk before standing up and walking toward me. "Oh you cheeky little minx!" Katy yelled, apparently Harry was a big deal to them? Once he'd gotten close enough, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the circle. "Playing hard to get?" He said with a wink. I could smell something on him, not liquor though. Something smoky. "I'm not playing at all." I inform him, looking him over. He had on a pair of black skinny jeans, brown boots, and a partially buttoned black and white polka dot shirt. He completed it with a black blazer. He was definitely quirky. "You haven't responded to any of my texts love." He coo'd. Oh he was making this hard. "Haven't heard them." I say dryly. "You don't like me, do you?" He questioned and he was way off. I liked him too much. "You're great, what's not to like?" I teased, noticing now what the smell was. I saw a piece of white paper rolled around a substantial amount of weed tucked behind his ear. "You fancy a spliff?" He asked, clearly noticing my eyes wandering. I had tried it before and it was okay, I don't think I really did it right though. Surely it would be easier than drinking--less messy as well. "Sure..." The word lingered on my lips momentarily and then we were headed outside. The sun was starting to set and there weren't many people out. We walked down the path and found a nice spot beside a large tree. He pulled his jacket off and sat it down for me. Seriously he was making this hard. Once we were sitting comfortably he pulled the spliff from his ear and a lighter from his pocket. He lit the tip and inhaled, the cherry forming brightly before my eyes. He handed it over while holding in his drag. I hesitantly take it and place the moist paper between my lips, sucking in deeply. The smoke hits the back of my throat harshly and I erupt into a fit of coughs. Harry laughs slightly before blowing out his smoke and patting my back. "Easy, killa.." He said with a smirk. I felt my cheeks turning red and the tears stinging my eyes from choking. Maybe I had gone in a little too confident. He took the rolled paper back and pulled in again. This time though, his fingers pulled my face forward by my chin and he let his lips linger right above mine before blowing the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled. It was much smoother this way, not to mention how close he was to me. I could feel the hairs on my arms standing up, my heart was in my throat, and my stomach was doing somersaults. Jesus. This wasn't even a kiss. He pulled away slowly and smirked at me. I held the smoke for a moment before blowing it out. "Better?" His voice was raspier than normal. "Much.." I say softly, my eyes locking with his. I know he wants me to kiss him, hell I want to kiss him! Be strong summer! BE STRONG. "What's this?" I hear Louis' voice from behind me. I quickly shake myself out of that zone and look at him. "Want some?" I offer, not even asking Harry. Harry gives him a smile though and holds the smoke up for him. Louis cautiously steps forward and takes the joint. "Only because I want to get stoned though." He said as he sat in front of me. Damnit. I mean, good timing for my pact and all, but damnit.