Harry's POV.

This is the first party I've attended since I got to this school. I was hoping to get some time with Daniella, but she quickly got lost in the crowd. I know I had to drive home so I didn't drink more than a beer. I felt quite awkward here as I haven't made friends yet aside from Dani and Lauren.
I had a few girls approach me but my disinterest in what they had to say had them quickly moving on. I must look approachable standing alone against a table with my one beer. Either that or pathetic. There was nothing else I wanted to be doing, so I stood with my lonesome beer scanning the crowd and running my hands through my hair. It was a habit I picked up when I started growing it and it kept getting in my face.

I notice a crowd gathering in the next room and wonder what is going on. I chug the rest of my beer and follow the direction everyone seems to be going. Once I turn the corner of what seems to be a large dining room, I am appalled at what I see. Daniella is dancing on top of the table, visibly intoxicated, with another girl. Both guys and girls, mostly guys, kept rooting them on. They yelled for them to take their clothes off and kiss. I see Daniella take another shot someone handed to her and I know if I didn't stop her, she'd regret it later.

I push my way through the crowd until I get to the front. I grab Daniella's hand and say, "Dani, let's go."
"Harold!!" she yells out with a smile and raises her drink up high, she is too drunk I'm surprised she remembers who I am.
"Dani, we have to leave." I didn't have to say more than that as she was climbing down the table still grabbing my hand. I'm glad she didn't protest.
"Where are we going, Mr. British?" she asks and goes into a laughing fit. I know she is drunk but her laugh made me laugh in return. She was cute even in this state of mind.
"To my flat to get you sobered up." I didn't want to leave her alone like this. I live off campus so she can enter my flat but I wouldn't be able to enter her dorm room on campus. No boys allowed, campus rules.

The whole ride home she kept referring to me as Mr. British. It was quite amusing.
"Mr. British, sing to me." she demands like a whiny toddler sitting back in her seat looking at me.
"Um, not really much of singer." I enjoyed singing but I have never sang to anyone.
"Sing." she demands again.
"Ok. Just a little bit." I clear my throat before I begin, "I know they'll be coming to find me soon. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you. Baby look what you've done to me. Baby look what you've done now. Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way. Baby look what you've done to me. Baby you got me tied down. Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way..." I turn to look at her and she has her eyes closed and smiling. I'm glad she was drunk and probably wouldn't remember I sang to her.
"Am I baby?" she asks after a couple minutes.
"Yes." I smile, still looking at the road. If only she knew.

When we arrive to my flat, Dani seems to be worse. She can hardly step in her heels so I pick her up and carry her inside. Thankfully Scott, my roommate, wasn't home so I didn't have to be careful to not make noise. I take her straight to my bedroom and set her on the bed. I was about to turn to get her some water when she grabs my hand and pulls me on top of her. She didn't pull too strong, but the sudden jerk caught me off guard.

I balance myself on my elbows to not put my whole weight on her. She looked so beautiful, I have wished to be in this position for so long. Her hands find my hair grabbing a fistful and bringing me closer. Our lips meet in a hungry kiss, a kiss I've waited for since the first day I saw her. Her hands move from my hair and up my shirt, tracing my back lightly with her nails. My hand grasps her thigh and I couldn't help but get hard at our contact. She wraps her legs around me and I push myself against her core, wishing there wasn't any clothes in between.

This was what I have dreamed of so much. Daniella here in my bed, wanting me as much as I want her. There is only one problem. She is incredible drunk. I can't do this. I can't take her while she's drunk and possibly not able to make the decisions she really wants. If I give in to my desire, she might hate me for it. I can't lose her friendship, I just can't. I pull away from her, standing up and bite my knuckles. It's taking every last part of me to not take her in my arms and make love to her. She's perfect.

She's a bit out of it, so she doesn't protest that I basically rejected her. Instead she turns to lay on her belly and snuggles into my pillow, her eyes are closed but she's smiling. I turn to head to the kitchen to make some tea and pour her a glass of water.

When i return with the water, I call out her name there is no response. I lean in a little to see that she is sound asleep. She looks like an angel sent just for me. I stand there a minute just looking at her before I set the glass on the nightstand. I pull the covers over her and exit the room.
The tea kettle I had set was already blowing steam so I remove it from the fire and pour it over the tea bag in my cup. My sister sent me these from London last week. She makes her own tea bags and I've become addicted to them. Probably from all the sampling I had to do when she was first starting to make them.
I bring my cup up to my lips but stop before it touches them. I didn't want Daniella's taste to leave my mouth so soon. I close my eyes and lick my lips remembering our kiss. Just then I'm startled as the front door flies open.
"Hey, man. Didn't know you were home already."
"Yeah, turns out I'm not into college parties after all." I finally take a sip of my tea. I know her taste had to leave my mouth at some point.
"Eh, you get tired of them after a while anyway." Scott plops himself down on the couch and starts to watch the highlights of the football game that was on earlier.
"Hey, turn it down a bit. Someone is sleeping in my room." I tell Scott and see his eyes dart to me and a big grin form on his face.
"Who?!" he demands.
"Daniella." I'm pretty sure I'm blushing.
"Your little girl crush? No way! Did you finally get it in??"
"Yes and no. It's not like that, Scott." he laughs and turns to the telly turning down the volume.

I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to tell Daniella exactly how I feel.

Notes

Probably the only chapter in Harry's POV. I don't like to do different POV but might consider it for later on in the story since I feel Harry will have a lot of trouble showing his true feelings through actions. Our only way to know why he does what he does might be to get in his mind!