Maybe Never

Chapter 4

Well, since Amy seems to have ditched me, I'm out of options. I can't believe she left without me, who does that?

As I pace back and forth through the yard, I decide to push my worrying thoughts out of my head. 

As I enter the reviving house, I walk over to the kitchen and take a shot of vodka. It may not be the wisest thing to do, but I don't want to think right now.

I wander around the house aimlessly trying to find Nathan–if he is even here.

As I walk through the busy crowds, I feel someone tapping my shoulder.

Hayden.

"Oh, hey Hayden." I gush.

"I was wondering if I could maybe get your number? You seeem like a fun girrl." He slurs and smiles.

Why not.

After I give him my number, he looks at me, and I look at him. I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but on queue we both slam our lips into each others. His lips taste like beer, and I love it.

He breaks from the kiss, and leads me to the stairs.

I don't know if I'm ready for this–yes I am.

The only person I have done it with was Seth, and we were dating for a year before I agreed to.

I'm a senior now, I'm old enough to have a one night stand–this is what it is, right?

We reach the top of the stairs, and other doors are closed, Hayden leads me into a bathroom. In the bathroom? Okay.

This will be a fun story to tell the grandchildren.

As if instinct, I jump onto the counter top, and he comes in between my legs. 

Our lips move in sync as I lift his shirt greedily, and watch it fall to the ground.

He then tugs at my skinny jeans, and finally gets them off. My heart his beating, and I can't breathe.

"You okay?" Hayden asks.

"Yeah. Yup." I answer back.

"You're not a vir-" He tries to question.

I cut him off "God no."

I'm ready, and I can't wait anymore.

My hands run up from his shoulders to his hair, pushing it back, and fiddling with it, while he rips my shirt off.

I move my lips to his neck, sucking gently, then forcefully. I hear a faint moan escape his lips.

He then flinches back staring at something. I look up to find a shocked Harry glimpsing at the scene in front of him.

"Erm, oops." and he turns straight around, closing the door behind him.

Pure shock and embarrassment take over, and my cheeks are surely red in seconds.

"Did you not lock the door?!" I ask with horror. 

"No, uh, I thought you did." He responds nervously.

"Oh my god." I grab all of my clothes, and put them on immediately.

"Where are you going?" he asks with frustration.

"Away from here." I respond with irritation. 

With that, I open the door, and slam it behind me. 

I dash down the stairs, almost tripping. I'm still a little tipsy, aren't I? I head outside, once again. I can't be in this house anymore. I gasp for air, and sit on the ground. I can't believe I was going to have sex with that guy. Wow.

I stumble to my feet, and head my way home.

I don't know where I'm going, but I don't care. I'll make my way back eventually.

I'm glad I brought this cardigan, or I would be freezing. I shiver, and wonder why I am making worse decisions over and over again throughout this night.

As I'm walking in the shadows of the night, I trip on something and stumble to the ground.

"Shit!" I curse as I look at my torn jeans, and scraped, bloody knee. Ugh.

Then a tear slips from my eye. I try to wipe it away, but there is a steady stream of tears on my face now. I'm not upset necessarily over my knee, it's everything.

I don't know. I bury my face into my stinging knees and sob.

I hear a car stop next to me, and I look up to see Harry.

"Charlotte?" He asks dubiously.

"Y-yeah?" I answer pathetically.

"Oh god, here." He gets out of his car, and helps me into it.

As I get into shotgun, I wonder, who is this boy? Is he smirking, confident Harry? Helping me into his car. I'm pleasently surprised.

I then remember what my face probably looks like; black smudges of make-up over my face, and under my eyes.

Great.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He asks concerned.

"Uh, yes please." I give him my address, and he starts driving.

The car is in an awkward silence until he speaks up, "So, what are you doing out here? I thought you were with, um, Hayden." He keeps his eyes glued to the road.

"You know what happened." I mutter.

"Oh."

"No, I didn't sleep with him, Harry."

"That's good, he uses girls all the time, bastard." he spits.

This is really ironic right now, I could laugh.

"Look who's talking." I look to him and cock an eyebrow, and let out a giggle.

"Hey!" he turns and grins at me, and then his smile goes soft.

"Are you sure you should be driving?" I ask. Isn't he drunk?

"Yeah, I'm sober. I think, at least."

Silence. I look out the window at the street lights that light everything up perfectly.

"Well, I had a great time tonight." he looks over to me.

"Me too." I muster up a slight smile.

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He finally arrives at my street, and I grab the car handle to get out.

"Wait." Harry commands.

I look back at him, "Yeah?"

"What's your number? I know this is an odd time, but we should hang out some time." Then Harry's famous smirk comes to his face.

I smile, and give him my number. Then I stumble back to my front door, and wave to him.

I let out a sigh that I have been holding in, and smile. 

I open the door, and then it hits me. I'm out late, and my parents stand up and glare at me.

Oh shit.

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