Harrys P.O.V
I was her first kiss?
Her first fucking kiss!?
Shit Harry way to fucking go.
Fuck even her words are in my head now.
If I had known she'd never had a kiss before I wouldn't have been such a selfish idiot. And the way I spoke to her afterwards...
God I'm such a fuck up!
'It's not like a fucking kiss means anything anyway!' Ugh even I know that was a lie. I must come off so shallow. I know I have a reputation for it.
Find a girl, dance, kiss, fuck, leave.
No feelings, no ties nothing. And that was just so fucking easy! But her - Emma - just something about her makes me want to kill her and fuck her sensless at the same time. Ugh what the hell do I do now!?
Before I can give it a second thought I rush out the door, still dragging my t-shirt on. My eyes scan the sea of people to find that red dress.
Shit. That hot, fucking sexy - No Harry! Not the fucking time.
My eyes finally land on a quick moving, lost looking figure clad in a tight red dress.
Gotcha.
I rushed down the stairs taking them 2 and 3 at a time towards the girl I had imprinted on only a couple of minutes before. I should have guessed by the way she acted she'd never been kissed before - but at fucking 18 who hasn't!?
Her obviously.
'Em! Please wait!'
She turns quickly looking scared before her eyes harden and her face falls into a scowl.
'No Harry I told you! Just leave me alone!' She screams at me from a metre in front but I'm not going to give up this easily.
'Please Harry. Just go.' Her voice is suddenly weak and all I want to do is cuddle her until her hurt disapears.
Going soppy now are we? Damn you subconsionce.
I realise he's right and let go of her arm.
'Yeah fine. You made it clear you hate me. Maybe I should have been clearer too.'
I stalk off and head straight for the bar. As long as i'm pissed by the end of tonight I don't give a shit about anything else.
'Can I help you?' The snobby guy behind the frat bar asks. Who even looks after a bar at a frat house!? For gods sake just let them get pissed. It's free anyway.
'Just give me that damn bottle of vodka.'
The prick doesn't move.
'Now!' I practically growl.
He leans over and chucks the bottle at me. I turn on my heel to head back to the swarm of cheap, skanky girls.
'You're welcome.'
Fucking snob.
I down the first quater of the bottle and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and watch as a slutty-looking girl trys her best to catch my attention. I give up and walk over, my hand still wrapped protectivly around the bottle.
'You only have to ask love.' I whisper seductivly into the little whores ear.
With another swig of the vodka I press myself against her and let the alchohol take over.
Hi guyss!! Okay so this is a short insite into what Harry is feeling! I know it's kind of confusing but hes meant to be shady and confusing so deal with it. I hope you enjoyed it from a different POV and yeahh! Thanks loves
- Em x
