*Previously on No Nonsense*

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.

Chapter Three

So there I was. A very very turned on Harry Styles on my lips and very bad intentions on my mind. I had realised that seducing Harry wasn't my drunk side taking over. It was my prideful, envious side. Having sex with Harry was my revenge. My revenge for him humiliating me, for pretending I was nothing but a hot fuck. For that night that he made me look like such a fool.

*Flashback cont'd*

Harry leads me into the bedroom and closes the door.
Well, fuck.

Harry turns around with a pissed off face. Great, this is fucking fantastic. Harry doesn't say anything, just stares at the lamp behind me looking like he's about to strangle it. I would pay to see Harry Styles throttling a lamp. That's would be good entertainment. I almost laugh at the thought because I'm a crazy ass like that and because I'm wasted. Then I remember the furious Harry in front of me. So obviously I had to say something idiotic because that's just me. Sutton Baylor: Officially the dumbest girl on this earth.

"So whatcha smiling bout, Tinkerbell?" I ask with a goofy smile. Tinkerbell? Harry is not amused.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Sutton?" Harry half yells at me and my smirk disappears.

"Oo. Someones a grumpy pants. Let's turn that frown upside down!" I put my fingers on either side of his lips and try to push upward. My attempts are unsuccessful however. Harry swats my hands away.

"Look I know you're drunk but I know what you've been doing wasn't you being drunk," Harry says and looks kind of hurt. What the hell is he talking about? I've only just officially met this kid today and here he is making absolutely no sense.

"What... What the hell are you talking about Styles?! You invited me to your silly party and here I am and you're just being plain silly." I don't really know why I keep saying silly. I haven't known what I've been doing since my third cup honestly.

"Sutton. For fucks sake! How are you so fucking naive?!" Harry shouts and I sober up a bit.

"Harry, honest, I am so confused! Just tell me!"

Harry sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "I like you okay?! And all night you've been all over Zayn and I just.... Ugh. I'm so fucking stupid," Well thats something you don't hear everyday. Harry Styles likes me. Well that's funny, because I don't even fucking remember even talking to him before tonight.

"How?" I ask simply.
"How what?" He says, confused.
"How in the HOLY HELL can you like me if you haven't even taking the time to know me? How?!" I yell at him.

"I do know you! I've been watching you since you came to work for us!"

"That's fucking hilarious. You don't know a thing about me. You know what I think? I think you're just jealous. That I kissed Zayn and here's Harry Styles who always gets the girl, who doesn't have the girl! Is that it?!" I'm screaming at him, but I'm sure no one can hear us since the music is so loud. Harry's face falters and I know that I'm exactly right. He's jealous. How can someone be that prideful?

"I fucking knew it. You're jealo-" I'm cut off by a pair of lips. I resist at first, but his lips feel good on mine. I respond, moving my lips with his. Harry bites my lip and I open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in. Harry backs us up until the back of my legs hit the bed and I fall backwards with Harry hovering over me. Our lips never disconnect as his fingers go to my jeans zipper. I let him slip my jeans off and I pull his shirt off him. His abs are just as nice as they felt. I flip us over and straddle his waist. My tongue runs a hot stripe down his chest. Harry shudders and I grin. He pulls my shirt off and throws it over his shoulder. Good thing I wore my good lace underwear...

Suddenly, a semi-truck of reality runs me over. Harry doesn't even like you and yet you're going to have sex with him? All you're to him is a nice fuck. My conscious yells at me and she is exactly right. This needs to stop. Like now.

I pull away from Harry and he frowns. I slide off him and look for my shirt. I find it hanging on the the headboard and quickly throw it on. I'm about to pick up my jeans when Harry suddenly grabs my arms.

"What are you doing?" He looks furious.
"What does it look like?" I spit and yank my arms from his grasp.
"It looks like you're leaving. But you're not."
"Correct. I am leaving Good fucking bye," I pick my jeans up and wiggle into them. Damn these unreasonably tight skinny jeans.

I'm about to yank open the door and get the fuck out of there but Harry grabs me again. I whirl around, furious.

"What the hell?"
"You're. Not. Leaving." he practically growls at me and I scoff.
"Yes. I. Am." I poke Harry in the chest with each word, "I'm not going to have sex with you because of your little man pride being hurt. You're jealous and you want to fuck me to prove Zayn that you ALWAYS get the girl. Isn't that right?" Harry just stares at me with an angry glare. "Exactly." I open the door and he doesn't try to stop me this time. I slam it closed.

The boys look up at me in shock. Obviously they were expecting me to be in there fucking Harry. Zayn looks the most surprised and... Relieved? He's alot more sober now too I can tell.

"Sutton! I didn't say you could come out yet, you rebel," Louis slurs and I roll my eyes. I'm practically sober now after what happened with Harry.

"Sorry Lou. I have to go though. Bye boys!" I yell and practically sprint away. Before I can leave though, I see Harry with some blonde girl. She laughs at something he says and he stands next to her very close. Jealousy pangs through me even though it shouldn't be. Good, let Harry have a different victim. Suddenly, Harry points at me and I hear him say,"She was all over me it was fucking hilarious. You should've seen her, trying to rip my pants off me. She practically begged me to fuck her but obviously I wouldn't. Not with HER." My breathing increases and I want to go over there and kick his ass. I stand still, raging. Harry looks over at me and glares, "She's a slut."

My heart drops to my feet. I have to get out of here.

I'm out the door and heading to my room in seconds. I the door to my room appears, but before i can even open it I'm sliding against it sobbing.

I haven't cried since 3rd grade. The images flash through my brain and I sob harder. I see me, chasing Charlie around the playground trying to kiss him. I finally catch him and I press my lips against his. He immediately pushes me away and I fall onto the woodchips. "Ew! You have cooties!" he teased me and ran away. I remember crying into the woodchips as everyone taunted me, "Sutton has cooties, Sutton has cooties!"

My teacher told my mother about it and she laughed. She spanked me and I remember her words to this day.
"Straighten up!" She said, "This is pathetic. You are no daughter of mine. Crying like an infant at such a ridiculous thing. Get your act together, young lady or you'll never get anywhere in life." Then she walked away, her heels clicking on the floor.

I never cried after that. I never showed weakness to my mother and acted like everything was perfect. But it wasn't.

Now here I was sobbing against my hotel room door over some harsh words from a harsh boy. People had called me a slut before, sure but when Harry said it, it felt like he had just stabbed me in the heart. My mother would laugh at me, at how pathetic I was being. Yet, I can't stop crying. I hug my knees to my chest and rock back and forth.

"Sutton?" I hear a voice ask and I don't look up. I don't want anyone to see me in such a weak state. I bury my face in my knees deeper.

"Sutton." the voice is closer and fingers grab my chin to look at them. Zayn. The tears continue to stream down my face as Zayn looks at me, worried. He doesn't ask what's wrong, though and I'm glad. I don't want to tell him the ridiculous reason.
"Where's your key, love?" I pull out my room key and hand it to him. Zayn picks me up and I wrap my arms around him. Honestly I'll take any comfort right now. Zayn manages to open my room with me sobbing in his arms and he walks in with me attached to him. He looks around my hotel room, taking it in. It's way smaller than his and I think he's surprised about how small it is.

"Cozy." Zayn says and grins down at me. I manage a small smile for him. "Aww there's that smile I love." He pokes my nose but I cry some more. Zayn frowns and sets me down on the bed. I curl up into the pillows. I feel Zayn watching me from beside the bed.

"Umm. I guess you just need to be alone so I'm just gon-"
"No! No please don't- don't go," I plead and he looks a bit relieved. Zayn's facial expressions are much harder to read than Harry's.

Zayn sits down on the bed keeping his distance and I motion for him to come closer. He slides like a centimetre closer and I roll my eyes. I grab his arm and pull him right next to me. He smells delicious. Like manly scent and... Mint? I press my back against Zayn's chest and he cautiously wraps his arms around my waist.

"Shes a slut." Harrys words shout in my mind. "Youre pathetic." my mother spits. Their words replay again and again.
I start to cry again and Zayn turns me around. I clutch him tightly around the waist and his arms are around me too. My face is pressed against his chest and my tears soak his black vneck. Zayn just lies there and strokes my hair. He doesn't ask me why I'm crying and I'm thankful. He seems to understand that I really don't want to say.

"Shh... Sutton Shh... Just go to sleep love..." Zayn whispers into my ear. My eyelids start to lower and I find myself exhausted. I suspect from all the crying. I shut my eyes and I'm stuck in that half-asleep half-awake state.

Zayn's arms start to slip away from me and my head is moved from it's position on his chest. My eyes shoot open, I start to panic.

"W-where are you going? Please don't leave me. Please." I plead and Zayn nods. He resumes his position and I rest my head back down on his chest. He begins to play with my hair again and goosebumps appear on my skin. I love the feeling. I start to drift off again and before I know it I'm sleeping.

Zayn's pov.

Sutton drifts off and I sigh. She hadn't told me why she was crying but I knew why. It was Harry, its always Harry. He fucks everything up. He may be my friend, but he is literally the biggest prick to girls sometimes. I never thought I would see someone as guarded as Sutton cry and yet here I was holding her. I love the feeling of her in my arms, I just wish it was under different circumstances.

Sutton looks peaceful as she sleeps. And so much younger too. Her usual look of worry is gone and her face looks innocent like a child. I trace my finger across her soft lips.

"I hate.... Feeling alone..all the.. Time." Sutton murmurs in her sleep. So thats how she feels. Alone.

"I hate sleeping...alone." She adds.

"Me too, Sut. Me too," I answer her. If only she knew.

Notes

Haay guys sooo sorry i couldnt update earlier i kinda had some writers block...i still do lol. I honestly have no idea where im going with this story.. :/ lol i just write whatever comes to mind but thanks sooooo much for commenting you guys are the best! Your comments make me feel so loved haha :) k hope you enjoy!!!

p.s. i absolutely SUCK at naming chapters so dont judge haha.