It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 13: Devil's Game Board.

WARNING: Sexual content....im so unholy.

Chapter 14: Devil's Game Board.

"What game are you playing at?" I speak to his face. We are only inches away from eachother as I am cornered to the wall.

Harry chuckles at my words. I can smell the alcohol looming out of his mouth.

"Why? You don't like games?" He breathes onto my neck, his lips graze my sensitive skin. I try to be strong and not to get sucked into him.

"Not if you're playing." I choke, my will power weakening when his knee presses lightly to my heat. I whimper.

"If you wanted a saint you shouldn't have gotten involved with the devil."

••• 30 Minutes Earlier

I had a few drinks. And yes, I had some shots. But I was not overly intoxicated. I had to do something to draw away Harry's ways of provoking me. It's like he is testing me or something.

He had taken Bianca upstairs. And that's when I really lost it. I know I don't have the right to be angry or jealous, but I can't help what I feel.

My head started spinning and I felt the bile rising from my throat. I carried myself all the way outside and bent over.

After I was done, my hand was brought up to wipe my mouth. I stumbled to the grass and plopped down.

"Shit." I cuss at myself. Laying back in the green grass, I look up at the stars and hum closing my eyes.

If only this moment would last. The feeling of being calm and nothing else. Not thinking about the party or Harry. Maybe this is why alcoholics are addicted to drinking and druggies are addicted to pills. Why you're addicted to Harry. My subconscious chides in.

Opening my eyes back up I see a white fence. I roll over to my stomach and see that it is one of those white fences that crawls up the side of the house like Harry has. But instead it has a fence-like roof as in an archway ,but more squared. And huge. (A/N: I have no idea what those fracking thinger mabobbers are called)

I giggle thinking about the time I climbed up the one at his home when I could have just gone through the front door.

Before I know it, I'm putting my foot in the slot of the fence.

This thing has so many damn vines.

I reached the top and got to the first roof. Deciding on what to do, I sat down and took in the scenery.

I lay down as I did on the grass and gaze up to the dark sky with tiny dots for stars.

My peaceful atmosphere started to descend when I heard a large shatter of glass. I snapped my head to the window next to me and crawled over.

The curtain had blocked my sight ,but light shun through and there were voices.

"I should've known from the beginning!" A girl screamed infuriated.

"Yeah, well happy endings are only stories that haven't finished yet, darlin'." Harry.

I heard a frustrated sigh from the girl.

That is definitely not Bianca.

The door slammed making me jerk back from the proximity of the noise.

I had stepped back losing my grip in the process. I screamed.

Very, very fortunately, I had grabbed onto an old, left behind Christmas light from the top roof. Regaining my balance, I sighed.