“You look…really bored.”
I glanced at Niall, who’d strolled up to where I was leaning against the bar, in a swanky club the boys had infiltrated for the evening.
Taking another sip of my drink, I shrugged, rolling my eyes, “I’m not drunk enough yet. Give me another couple of drinks.”
In response Niall leaned over the bar, and motioned for another round, handing me another drink after I hurriedly drained my first.
“Thanks,” I said, clanking my glass against his, “Why aren’t you out there, getting your clothes ripped off by those sluts in the neon dresses?”
I nodded towards the chairs in the center of the club, where the whores were quite literally climbing Zayn and my cousin.
“Neon hurts my eyes,” Niall replied and I giggled, swirling my drink, “Where’s that boyfriend of yours?”
I smirked, nodding off towards the corner of the club where Harry and Louis were seated, heads bent together.
Niall raised a brow, “Close. Aren’t they?”
“Oh, Niall,” I muttered, draining the rest of my second drink. “You have no idea,“ I sighed, cracking my neck, and yawning, “Now if you’ll excuse me. There’s paparazzi in here, so I’m going to go make out with my boyfriend, before he drools anymore over Louis-“
“What?”
I grinned and shook my head, handing Niall my empty glass, “Nothing. Later Nialler,” I sauntered over to the corner and plopped down heavily on Harry’s lap, who stiffened before his arms snaked around me.
Louis’ glare softened after a moment and he slowly handed me over a drink.
So many drinks.
“Hope I’m not interrupting!” I cooed, leaning in and brushing my lips over Harry’s, listening for the familiar clicks of cameras, capturing our moment, “I just couldn’t stand another second without my Hazza.”
Harry tilted his head until his lips were held up right against my ear, his breath hot on my skin, “What are you doing?” He breathed and I wordlessly grabbed his chin, tilting it up and to the right, so his eyes settled on the cluster of photographers who’d snuck in. He didn’t need anymore explanation, with the photographic evidence, and Louis shifting uncomfortably, Harry’s lips went right back to mind and I sunk down into the rhythmic pulse, trying to make myself believe that this was better than being at the bar with Niall.
It wasn’t.
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“You are so drunk!’ Harry laughed, grasping my arm as I attempted to stumbled out of the club, to the awaiting cars.
I hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Stop! I couldn’t help it!”
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Matchmaker
FanfictionWhen Liam Payne’s younger cousin, Kate, was thrown into the One Direction Family for a summer she was confronted face to face with the mess that was Harry Styles. After a night of drunken begging, Kate found herself in the matchmaking service, as sh...
