Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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//my story is coming to an end now. I've redone most of the chapters and I'm hoping to continue it on until around chapter 25 or 30 so we'll just have to see where we go from there... until then, enjoy this chapter :)//

December 29th 2014 6pm:

Two hours until my birthday party starts. It's going to be one hell of an official adult blow out. I'm not even turning twenty-one yet either and we're supposed to have so much alcohol at the party it's insane. I walk in the dining room as I see Harry sitting up the table top beer-pong table on the large wooden table. He notices me standing in the doorway as I'm admiring this handsome man. Harry shoots me a wink and then nods his head for me to come over to him. 

I stand in front of him as he lets go of the large table top beer-pong mat and wraps his arms around my waist. "You do that a lot," I say. "I like to hold you," He say as he leans his forehead against mine and pecks my lips.

"Lia!" Ana shouts from the living room. "That girl cannot do anything by herself," I say, slightly annoyed as Harry chuckles and releases me as he goes back to doing the pong table thing and I follow the sound of Ana's voice. Entering the living room, I say "What is it?" As I see her putting New Year decorations up. 

"Is this crooked?" She asks as she gets off the black stool from the kitchen and looks at the huge crooked Happy New Year  sign above her hanging in the doorway separating the living room. "Nah, looks good to me," Harry says from behind me as he walks through the living room and to the bathroom. I roll my eyes and laugh as Ana leaves it there anyway. 

"You really don't have to go all out for my birthday, Ana." I say to her as she enters the kitchen, where I currently am, sitting on the counter with a bag of chips in my hand and the crumbs in my mouth. "Yeah, well you're officially an adult so," She says. "And I kind of love you. If it weren't for today eighteen years ago. Where would I even be in all honesty?" She laughs as I join in.

....

Hours later our house is filled with multiple people I've seen from school. A few of Harry's friends who he has yet to introduce me to yet but they seem alright. Ana's friends and of course, my friends. 

I reenter the kitchen for the millionth time tonight as I pour myself yet another cup of liquor. My vision is already a bit blurry after the many cups I've already had and I know I'm probably stumbling around my house. "Baby, I can't promise I won't record you when you get completely wasted," A British male voice whispers in my ear when suddenly those familiar arms are wrapped around me. 

"Just don't post it," I say as I turn to face him with his arms still wrapped around my waist. "Can't make any promises," He says with a wink as I gently smack his arm with a smile on my face. Whispering seductively in his ear, "It better not be posted." I put my plastic cup on the counter and walk away with a smirk on my face. 

HARRY'S POV

Oh, Lia. As she walks away from me with a smirk on her face, making sure to shake her ass as she walks towards her living room in those tight black leather jeans. I cross my arms over my chest as I lean against the counter, admiring Lia. I can't get over those damn jeans especially her ass in those jeans. I realize she's out of my view as I'm assuming she has made her way up the stairs.

Two can play at this game.

Quickly rushing up the stairs where I'm assuming she had gone to. I heard a door close as I go up to her bedroom and she's standing in there, facing towards her mirror once again, I wrap my arms around her waist as I whisper in her ear, "Two can play at this game, baby." She eyes me in the mirror as she faces towards me and shoves me onto her bed. 

My back flat against the blanket her knees are instantly on each side of my thigh as she hovers over me. And as I think her lips are about to smash against mine, I was wrong. They go to my neck, gently leaving kisses there as she begins sucking. My hands are placed against her hips as I suddenly need her lips against mine so I take them. Sticking my tongue into her mouth, that beautiful mouth with such full lips, she tastes like alcohol. Like Vanilla Smirnoff. 

And suddenly her body is beneath mine as I roughly whisper in her ear, "I said, two can play at this game." Without touching her, my lips come so close to hers, I know she can feel my breath on her skin. I stay close to her skin as I run along her jawline and meet her neck, down her shoulder and back up to her neck as I say, "And it's my turn." Biting her neck gently. 

...

"Five, four, three, two!" Everyone chants from all over the house, mostly in the kitchen slash dining area. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They shout as loud as possible as I slam my lips against hers. "Happy birthday, baby." I say to Lia as a smile forms on her face. "Let's fucking party!" Olivia, her friend says as she turns the music up louder which for some odd reason reminds me that I have yet to introduce Lia to the friend I brought so I take her hand in mine and lead her to the living room where I look around for them.

And they weren't in there so we went out to the back patio where I had seen Liam. She closed the door behind us as we walk up to Liam, "Sorry for not introducing you earlier but, guys. This is Lia. My girlfriend," I say as Niall stands to shake her hand, I'm sure that accent of his throws her off. Damn Irish fuck. "Happy birthday," He says nicely as she thanks him and Liam greets her. And then Olivia calls for her as she says to the boys, "Well, it was nice meeting you." And pecks me on the cheek then runs in the house to see what it is Olivia was wanting.

"So that's her? That's the one you're fucking with?" Niall asks me. "I'm not fucking with her, man. She's my girlfriend." I say as Liam shakes his head. "After all that shit, mate. I just don't know how she'll react once you tell her." He says, "I don't know if I can tell her though." I say, shame in my voice.

"You have to," Niall says.

"He doesn't have to."

"But, I should." I argue with the two. "Can we not talk about this now anyway? I'll tell the girl eventually just not today, not tomorrow. Possibly the next day, possibly next month. Who the fuck knows. She hasn't even opened up to me about the story of her mum anyway." I say as I stand up and walk inside of Lia's house.