Heat - Harry Styles

thirteen

Beer was sloshing out of red solo cups, shots were being thrown back, and the aux was being fought over. It was safe to say that the party was in full swing.

Much to my surprise, everyone was acting normal around Harry. I mean, the girls were obviously swooning and the guys couldn't get enough of his stories from abroad, but no one was making him pose for pictures. That simple fact alone was enough for me to label the evening a success.

"...and I came back in and he was passed out in the hotel lobby with a beer in his hand! Literally in the middle of the lobby. Anyone could've seen him!" Harry bellowed, causing everyone to erupt into laughter.

"I thought the Irish could handle their liquor!" one of the girls, Rebecca, laughed.

Honestly, I wasn't the biggest fan of Rebecca. She was never very nice to me when we were growing up. She had a habit of talking about me behind my back, but then being nice to my face. I didn't like that I never knew what to expect from her. And I definitely didn't like the way she was casually dragging her hand down Harry's arm as she spoke.

I quickly downed what was left of my drink, allowing the familiar burn of liquor to slide down my throat. I peered into the empty cup, watching the way the final few drops swirled around the ridges that lined the bottom.

"H?" I asked, gently grabbing his elbow. "I'm going to get another drink. Do you want anything?"

He glanced down at his cup before looking back up at me, "I'm good, love. Thank you though."

I nodded and turned away from him, heading towards the liquor cabinet. I was really happy that Harry was getting along with my friends so well, but I'm not going to lie, sharing him with so many people wasn't fun. Part of me wished he would have offered to come with me, but I knew I was being ridiculous.

As I reached the cabinet, my eyes ogled over the various bottles. I was already feeling pretty intoxicated after having several drinks. Nevertheless, I was eager to get my hands on another and although I knew I needed to stop mixing my liquor, I found my hand reaching for a bottle of tequila. I filled the cup about a quarter of the way with the clear liquid before filling the rest of the cup with margarita mix. I dropped my straw in,taking a sip as I turned around.

When I finally caught sight of Harry through the crowded kitchen, Rebecca was leaned in close to him, casually resting her hand on his arm. He said something, probably some stupid joke, and she leaned her head back and let out a big laugh. I bit the inside of my cheek and turned away. I couldn't help but feel jealous while watching the interaction between the two. I knew that I had no right to be annoyed with Harry

...but I was.

Instead of going over to join them, I decided to hop up on the kitchen counter and enjoy my drink by myself. I was already feeling a bit wobbly from the liquor, so sitting was probably better anyway. I had only been sitting for a few moments when I saw a head of dark blonde hair approaching me.

"Spencer," I smiled, "hey."

The two of us hadn't spoken since he showed up at my house the morning after our night out. I felt awkward about everything that had happened, but he was a good distraction from the fact that Rebecca was relentlessly flirting with Harry about ten feet away from me.

"Hey," he smiled back, "how've you been?"

"Good," I replied. It was true. Harry had been keeping me extremely busy for the past few days. There never seemed to be a dull moment when he was involved.

"So," he began, resting his hands on either side of my thighs, "you didn't tell me that the other guy was Harry Styles."

I looked down at my drink, not really knowing how to respond.