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Chapter 17- Drunk.

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This was going to be a fucking amazing party.
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Niall's POV.

I just stood there dumbfounded as she snapped at me and walked away to Harry.

Honestly, I couldn't care less if it were anyone else. But for some reason, I thought Charlotte was special and she deserved an apology because you see, I'm really not the one to get angry often. But, when I do, god, I do as fuck.

Shaking my head in shame and guilt, I walked over to Ben, as in Ben Winston and put up my best fake grin.

"You good, Horan? Looking a bit pale." He said, examining my face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just a bit...yeah." I shook my head.

"C'mon. Let's drink, yeah? You'll be fine." He grinned.

"Nah, man. Chest infection, remember?" He nodded. "So, yeah, no drinks tonight."

"Okay, then. Hey! C'mon then, you can come meet the directing team."

I smiled. "Lead the way."

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Charlotte's POV.

"So, anything you like in particular?" Harry asked me.

"Nah, anything would work. Although, I'm like, a bit addicted to vodka shots and oh, I'm allergic to beer." He made a face. "Weird. I know."

"Okay, then. I'm gonna get the drinks, yeah?" I nodded and he walked away.

It'd been about half an hour since I talked to Niall. I mean, basically I snapped at him. I really don't know why I did that. It just came out wrong. But, trust me, I'm in no mood to apologize to him. Yeah, you got that right, I'm way too stubborn for anyone's liking.

Looking around, I saw Niall looking at me. Again. We'd been stealing glances at each other for the past hour. Secretly, of course. Everyone said that he was one sweetheart, so, where did that 'sweetheart' disappear when talking to me.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from the corner he was standing near.

"Here, love." Harry's deep, raspy boice came from behind me and I instantly turned around.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Pleasure." He fake-bowed. "By the way, have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?" He said, grinning.

I blushed and smiled a little too wide. "Thank you, Harry." I said, a bit shyly.

I chugged down the rest of my drink before taking Harry's hand in mine and leading him to the little, but so not little; bar he had in his house.

"Vodka?" He grinned and nodded.

I called for a bartender he had hired. "5 vodka shots, please. Each. A little bit of cherry in one." The blonde guy nodded.

"There ya go." He smiled after preparing our drinks.

Harry looked at me and grinned his official-cheeky-grin. "Let's do this?"

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A few, no, actually about a lot shots later, me & Harry started dancing. A little too intoxicated.

He turned me around so that his crotch was rubbing against my ass and we instantly started grinding on each other. I could already feel him grow, but didn't mind neither care about what was happening because, this. I loved this.