Harry Styles is my best friend

10.

"How many glasses did she have?" I faintly hear someone say.

"I don't know, 2 or 10?"

"You have got to be kidding me! How can you let her drink this much?" The person exclaims.

"You can't talk to me like that. This is your fault, you cheated on her remember?" I can't figure out to who the voice belongs but just by the attitude I know it's-

"Amelia for the tenth time, I did not cheat on Jo!"

Harry? That can't be, he's on tour. Right?

"Whatever. By the way we didn't even notice her taking that many drinks so don't you dare think we're bad friends." I hear a door shut and silence fills the room.

I hear the person sigh. I try to slightly open my eyes but my eyelids feel so heavy. All of a sudden my head starts throbbing like crazy.

"Auw!" I put my both hands on my head and sit up in pain.

"Love, drink this please." It's definitely Harry. No boy in Atlanta would ever use the word "love" as a pet name.

I wanted to tell him that he doesn't have the right to call me that no more, but as you can notice I am not in a good state right now.                                                I take the nasty drink and swallow it at once.

"This is disgusting." My hoarse voice says.

Harry chuckles. "Even with a pounding head and closed eyes you still look cute."

I mentally role my eyes. "Leave me alone Harry." It almost comes out as a whisper.

I feel him shift a little on my bed. It's like he's nervous or something.

"I'll euhm I'll let you sleep. See you tomorrow." He kisses my forehead and before I am able to push him off I hear the door shut behind him.

A few hours ago

I am on my fifth drink and without me wanting it my legs drag me to the dance floor. My hips are swaying to the beat of the music and for once I could care less if people were watching.

I feel two big masculine hands grab my hips. My body responds by grinding my behind on him and giving him a little dance.                                                He lightly pulls my hair and groans in my ear.

"Baby you look so fucking sexy tonight. Let me show you how sexy you are." He starts kissing my neck down to my collarbone. I moan when he kisses my weak spot right above my left boob. His hand reaches under my dress pressing two fingers down there, and while it consciously doesn't feel right my subconsciousness already took over with the amount of alcohol that I have in my body.

I look around to find my girls but it's hard  with all these moving bodies surrounding me.

"C'mon, show me." I moan in response.

He takes my hand and pulls me to some staircase. I didn't know they added a floor to this club. I've been going here for years whenever I'm in Atlanta.          Soon I see that it doesn't belong to the club, it's an appartement floor.

He quickly opens the third door on the right, pulling me inside and closing it behind him. Without waisting any second his lips crash into mine. I lightly bite his lip and in response he slaps my butt. I moan and that gives him a chance to enter my mouth.                                                                                  He picks me up and throws me on his bed. He pulls my dress off of me and I am left in only my black thong. He gives each of my boobs a kiss before taking one and starting to suck on it hard. The other hand puts two fingers in my mouth and I enlace them with my tongue while pumping them. My free hands undo his belt and zip open his pants. I want him now.