Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

"Mia?"

What is she doing on the floor?

I almost tripped on her, when I left the toilet.

"Yea that's me." She tries my accent.

"You're drunk again. That's not good."

"No, I won't kiss you if that's what's worring you." I can tell she's not half as drunk as she was on that night.

"So that's why you're almost laying on the ground instead of enjoying the night with your friends right?"

"Oh my god..." She's going to throw up.

"Shit." I lift her up. "Come here." Faster than her feet can walk, I drag her to the male toilets and I get in just in time.

"I bet you drank vodka.. how much did you get?" I hold her long hair so it won't fall while she's vomiting.

"Why do you care?" She stops and still with her head down, she grabs a bit of toilet paper.

"To know if you're going to spent the night here, just vomiting."

Few seconds later, she lifts her face a little.

"I'm done with vomiting."

"Are you sure?" I help her standing up. I know she's a lot more lucid now than before, due to part of the alcohol leaving her body.

"Yeah thank you." And for a few seconds we stare at each other. Her makeup is bit smudge, her long brown hair is straightened but some curls are already forming on the ends. She looks tired, she's not used to partying nor clubing.

After a few awkward seconds, she gets up and goes over the counter. I watch her as she washes her mouth and passes cold water over her face, her makeup completely ruined. She sees, and takes off the purse a makeup wipe, I think, and passing through the face, removes makeup almost as if by magic. Will always be a mystery to me how girls always get their way.

"Please don't let anyone inside." She asks while adjusting herself. I almost forgot she's in the males toilet.

I lock the door. Almost instantly, someone bangs from the other side.

She looks at me.

"Don't worry, take your time."

The banging continues.

"I can't be here." Lamely she puts everything into the bag.

"Yes you can... Do what you gotta do, they'll end up quitting."

She stops, eyeing me with those dark brown eyes. Fuck.

"Why Harry?" She comes closer to me.

"What?"

"Why do you want me to stay here... with you?"

I can feel her breathing changing, her eyes taking in every part of me.

"Mia..."

"Tell me! Why are you here when you said you wouldn't? Why are you always so close?"

I can't resist her anymore

"Fuck this."

Melissa's POV

His lips connect mine in a flash. His hands are strongly placed on my waist, our bodies moving into each other while he takes me to the navy blue wall, pushing me slightly against it. His breath doesn't taste like mine, which probably tastes mainly of alcohol. Instead, a smell of mint invades me, leading me to a place I never experimented before.