Selena Styles

Drunk Girl

Selena POV

I sat on one of the red bar seats and glared at Harry.

"I'm not drinking." I said.

"Fine, do you want a water then?"

"I guess so." I yawned.

He brought over to small glasses with a clear liquid in it. And I could already tell it wasn't water.

"Here you are."

"I know this isn't water." I pointed out.

"Just please try it." He whined.

"Okay, but just because your getting under my fucking skin." I muttered.

I took a sip of the alcohol. To be honest, it actually wasn't that bad. It tasted like cocoanut with a strong hint of some sort of fruit.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Mmm...it's not too bad."

"Would you like another?"

"Sure, why not." I shrugged.

He asked the bartender for two more shots. I then drank another one. Then another, then another. Pretty soon, I felt like falling over.

"Are you alright babe?" He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah I just need to-"

Suddenly, I fell onto the floor and banged my head hard. Ouch.

"My heavens!" I heard Harry shout. He lifted me back up and held me up to be balanced.

"Get me another!" I ordered.

"But, you already had so many, and you are getting very dizzy."

"Get me the whole bottle, and maybe you can kiss me."

His eyes widened and he brought the whole bottle of alcohol and gave it to me. I gulped it and enjoyed every last drop. I saw flashing lights near the front door. I looked a bit closer, and then realised it was the paparazzi! I tapped on Harry.

"Um, Harry it's the paparazzi."

He looked toward the door.

"Oh, I guess it is." He took my hand and pulled me over to them.

"Hey guys, look at Selena!" "She's gone drunk!"

Then I could feel my eyes stinging as all the horrible flashes assaulted my eyes. I tried covering my face, but that didn't help.

"Harry?" I shouted. "Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Thought it was a thing to do."

"Well, now you probably ruined my friendship with Taylor!"

"As long as they didn't get us together, it'll be fine." He assured.

I started to calm down and relax.

"You know Harry, your not such a bad guy."

"Thanks?" He asked confused.

He pulled me close to his body, and I could immediately feel his body heat. We started to move slowly to the best of the song which was: "Where do Broken Hearts Go?" He pulled my head close to his. Then his lips landed on mine.

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