Me, a reckless partier + 5 extremely sexy guys + lots and lots of alcohol is honestly the stupidest thing a person could put together. No one can really stop me once I get started. I'm like Mexicans and a giant piñata. And no one really has enough courage to take the bat away from me.

Okay, bad analogy but you get the point. I party pretty fucking hard. I remember the time I woke up in a bathtub full of Jell-O with a guy who I faintly remembered thinking was Mcjagger...(don't ask).

So now here I am, at a club in some part of London, plastered as hell. I really don't know how I get myself into these situations. Oh wait. Yes I do. It's because I have no willpower when it comes to Zayn and that fucking pout.

"So now I'm thinking about filing a law suit or whatever because that shit should just be illegal ya know? Like Zayn could just like pout and like Bruno mars would just be like oh hey why is it called a law suit? I personally think it should be called a law dress or maybe a skirt. I like skirts. Hey I bet your mom likes skirts!" I find myself rambling on and on about whatever comes to mind to the poor bartender. He just nods his head politely and for some reason that makes me laugh. Hard. Yeah, I'm piss drunk.

"HARRROOLLLDDD!!!" I yell out loudly and stumble my way across the dance floor. God, since when did these floors get so tricky? Technology, I tell you. Whut.

"Hey I know you!" I feel someone’s hands go on my hips from behind and I clumsily try to turn around and shove them. I shove the air and then I see who it is.

"LIAM! My blood brother!" I shout at him and I find myself hysterical. Apparently Liam does too because he cracks up as well.

"Sutton! Hey guess what? I don’t think we’re actually blood brother and sister!," Liam replies giving me a pat on the head. I have a feeling he is not as drunk as me.

"Okay Mr. Rogers! Hey dance with me before I throw this shoe at you!" I say and point to the lights which apparently reminded me of a shoe in my drunken state.
Liam and I start dancing like the retarded people we are. I’m not exactly sure of what I am doing, but I think it’s some sort of African ritual dance. Liam just laughs at me, but he looks just as stupid as me. He’s doing the Macarena I believe, but it’s his own personal rendition which looks like he’s having a seizure. I feel like Liam is the most innocent out of all the boys (which doesn’t say a lot, the boys are perverted as hell), but he certainly isn’t an angel. He may be serious and responsible (sometimes cough hardly cough) but I've heard him tell a dirty joke that'll make you piss your pants.

"I need to go speak with the panda man!" I say to him after a while and stumble away. I set out on my mission to find Harry again. I'm reaching that point where I really have no control of my actions and I need to find Harry and make him take me home before I do something I regret like last time. Oh god, last time. Nope nope nope that's not happening again.

I find Harry sucking some blonde bimbos face off. She looks as if she's been dumped into a bucket of orange paint then scribbled on with markers. I can't help but notice the stab of jealousy in my stomach. It really shouldn't be there, Harry can do whatever or whomever he wants. Even if she looks like a two year olds fucking art project.

"Harry! Thank god. Sorry to interrupt you sucking on this... Thing but we really need to go home..." I say and the bimbo scowls at me. I give her the fucking death stare and she backs up a bit. That's right, bitch. Hmm, I'm kind of mean when I'm drunk.

"Yeah; sure." Harry replies and grabs my hand. The bimbo scoffs obviously thinking Harry would say no. I laugh and want to rub it in her face.
"Let’s dance first!" I say loud enough for her to hear and Harry grins. I lead him to the middle of the dance floor and start to grind on him. And now I know I've reached the point where I have no control of my actions and a different person comes out. A much crazier, sexier person. Honestly she scares me. Harry seems to like her though. I can feel his bulge pressing against his backside and I smirk. I turn around and suck on Harry’s neck while he continues to roll his hips into mine.What the hell am I doing?

"Sutton, fuck," Harry says and moans, "Why do you do this to me?"

I don't answer; I just press my crotch against his. "Fuck, Sut. You're really making it hard for me to not bend you over that counter and fuck you senseless." He groans into my ear.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say with a smile. This is exactly what I wanted. Wait. No its not, the fuck am I saying?! I know what happened last time, and it wasn’t pretty.



FLASBACK

I step into the elevator to go down to my room. We had just finished another concert and all I wanted was to sleep.

"Wait!" I hear someone say and a boot appears in the door to the elevator. The doors open and there's Harry Styles. He steps into the small space with me and the doors shut. I've never actually talked to him in a real conversation. Which is ironic because I've been playing guitar for them since last year.

"Thanks. I really didn't want to wait," he says to me and I'm speechless. I look behind me to see if there's someone behind me who he is talking to.Which is retarded because I’m the only one in the elevator.

Harry chuckles, "Yes, I'm talking to you Sutton." He says with a small smile. Oh my god he knows my name? I resist the urge to fangirl right there.

"You-you know my name?" I ask and he just shakes his head like he can't believe me.

"Course I know your name. You've been playing for us since like last year right?"

"Oh well, I mean we've never actually talked or anything so I just thought that..." I drift off and he shakes his head then smoothes his hair against his forehead.

"Hmm. I guess we never really have. I don’t know why I haven't you're fucking hot," he says and I blush. I bite my bottom lip before I say something retarded like I know I will.

Harry steps closer to me until I'm backed up against the wall. Oh god, did the temperature just go up about, say 50 degrees? And why the hell is this elevator ride so long? Harry gets impossibly closer and I’m literally holding my breath. He leans down to my ear and whispers, “I don’t know why I haven’t fucked you yet either,”
That snaps me out of my daze. The hell? He thinks that I’ll just throw my body at him because he is who he is? It obviously works for other girls; I‘ve seen him take plenty of girls to wherever it is he takes them.
“Here’s an idea for you to stick into that massive curly head you have! Maybe we haven’t fucked because I’m not a fucking groupie.” I say like it’s an interesting factoid. Wow, golly gee! I’m not a walking sex object, who would’ve thought?
Harry just chuckles. Damn, I was hoping for some tears or something. “Sassy as hell,” He comments with a smile. I shove him away with huff. He doesn’t even move. I push him again with a little more force and I can feel his abs through his black V-neck. Hmm, nice. Harry again isn’t affected by my force. He does step back a bit though, probably to make me feel better.
The doors finally open, thank god. It felt like we had been in there for ten minutes. I quickly walk out of the elevator and make my way down the hall of the hotel. I hear steps behind me and I know its Harry following me. Fortunately, no teenage girls are in sight.
I start to jog in an attempt to lose him. Which is stupid because his long strides are faster at a leisurely stroll than mine at a jog. Harry reaches my side and I glare at him.
“Slow down, my God, are you training for the Olympics or something?” He grabs my arm and stops me. I don’t respond to him I just huff. He grins at me. I glare. He smiles larger.
“Okay, what do you want? Because honestly I just want to go to my room and sleep and you are not helping Mr. Styles,” I say with a sigh.
“Mr. Styles?” He says with a smirk, I roll my eyes. “Do you want hang out with the boys and I? It’ll be the highlight of your life, I’m sure.”
“Oh will it really now?” I reply.
“Probably not, but still. Please? With a Harry on top?”
“Oh gee, as much fun as that sounds I think I’ll pass,” I don’t really feel like having a “massive good time”.
“Please? I promise not to try to have sex with you. And you can just stay for a few minutes,” He says and I didn’t know it then but both of those statements were wrong.
“Fine. Just for a few minutes and because those dimples are really hard to say no to,” I finally agree. It wasn’t just for a few minutes, though. Harry throws his hands up and cheers. I poke him in the dimple. That makes him laugh and he grabs my hand to lead me to a room. I practically sprint to keep up with him.
I hear the music before we even get there. Oh god, what am I doing? He opens a door and it’s literally massive. Compared to his room, mine looks like a supply closet.
“Damn.” I say under my breath, but Harry hears me. He chuckles, “It’s not the best I’ve seen.” I punch him in the arm and shake my head at him.
“Celebrities these days…” I say with a disapproving tone.
“Whatever. C’mon, the boys are in here,” He leads me to an even bigger room with about twenty people dancing and drinking. I only recognize about 7 of them. 4 are the boys and the rest are my fellow bandmates.
“SUTTON!” Zayn yells at me and gets up from the floor and tackles me in a hug. Zayn is probably the one I am closest to out of all the boys. So pretty much we’ve joked around like once or twice and we went to ASDA (A/N like Wal-Mart in America) together once. Yeah, super close (sarcasm).
“Oh hi Zayn.” I say and try to pull away from him, but he won’t move. Either he is really ecstatic I’m here or he’s slightly tipsy. Most likely the latter.
“Sorry, he’s had a couple shots,” Liam says and tries to peel Zayn off of me. I don’t think Zayn is planning on moving though, he is clinging onto me pretty hard. So I just waddle to the boys with Zayn attached to me and they all say “Hullo” And Louis screams, “HOLA!” at me. I smile at them and awkwardly sit down next to them on the floor.

However, this is a difficult task with a Zayn Malik clutching onto you. I manage to somehow sit down with Zayn sitting in my lap. I really don’t know why he likes me so much in his drunken state, but I’m not complaining. Zayn is sexy as hell. I see Harry glaring at Zayn from the corner of my eye and I smirk. Just to piss him off even more, I start to play with Zayn’s hair. Zayn giggles at me due to the alcohol.
“Sutton, drink this because it’s silly!” Louis says to me and hands me a cup of whiskey. He is obviously drunk. I laugh at him and drink it. If it’s “silly” then I most definitely can’t pass it up. Pretty soon, the boys have made me drink at least 3 cups of whiskey and whatever alcohol was in those cups. Zayn is still sitting on my lap, but he is more drunk than before.
“LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!” Niall shouts and all the boys cheer. (A/N lol I’m sorry I had to, its so cliché).
“Okay Sutton truth or dare?” Liam asks me and I reply “dare”.
“I dare you to…Ooo. I have it. Be right back.” Niall says and skips to the kitchen. He returns in a minute with a bottle of reddi-whip. Oh shit.
“Zayn take your shirt off,” Niall commands him and Zayn happily obliges. “Lay down.”
Zayn lays down and Niall sprays whip cream all over his chest. Zayn laughs when Niall puts two little dollops on his nipples. Soon enough, Zayn’s whole chest is whip creamified with some on his lips and nose.
“I dare you to lick all the whip cream off Zayn.” Niall says finally. I knew it. Yolo.
I find it hard to twist my head to lick the whip cream off from the side, so I resort to straddling him. Zayn raises his eyebrows and I shrug. My tongue makes its way to his v-lines and Zayn visibly shudders. Good thing I like whip cream.
“Ohhh yess! Lick it nice and slow Sut!” Louis shouts from behind me and I give him the finger.
“I hope you guys are enjoying this because it’s not gonna happen again!” I say and they laugh and continue to say perverted things to me.
I reach Zayn’s nipple and the alcohol must be taking over because I bite it playfully. Zayn grins at me and I wink. I think part of me is doing this because it pisses Harry off even more and I think the other half of me is doing it because I like it.
The only whip cream left is on Zayn’s lips. I glide my tongue across his lips and he opens his mouth. Oh god, what am I doing? I think being on tour with hardly interaction with males has made me a bit insane. Before I know it, Zayn and I are full on making out.
“God, he said to lick it off not fuck each other,” Harry says obviously annoyed. I get off of Zayn and sit back down in my spot between Liam and Louis.
“Aww. Wittle Harold is jealous! Don’t worry, next time I’ll have Sutton kiss your little daylights out.” Niall says to Harry and Harry gives him a death glare.
“Fuck you Niall,” He says and Niall rolls his eyes.
“Okay Sutton your turn,” Louis sings.
“Um…Louis truth or dare?”
“DARE!”
“I dare you to go ask that chick right there and ask her if you can have her panties.” I tell him and point to some girl wearing a tight dress.
“Pfft, easy.” He says and walks up to her. We watch him step really close to her and whisper something in her ear. The girl grins and nods. She turns around for a second and pulls of her panties. Then she slips her bra out too. The girl hands Louis the objects and he says something to her.
“Wow. The bra too. Color me impressed, Louis,” I tell him and he just laughs.
“What did you say to her?” Liam asks.
“Not telling. Okay Hazza my child, truth or dare?” Louis asks Harry and Harry goes with dare.
“I dare you to take Sutton in that bedroom and don’t take her out till I say so,” Louis says with an evil grin.
Harry nods and grabs my hand. I glare at Louis, “You’re the devil,” I mouth to him.
“I know!” He shouts.
Harry leads me into the bedroom and closes the door.
Well, fuck.

Notes

Soo chapter 2 wooo! Spent most of last night writing it so I hope you like it haha. Please comment and vote and such it would mean so much to me! :)