And Scene [H.S]

scene two*

AVIE STYLES

"I need you so bad right now, Av" Harry mumbles into the crook of my neck, his lips so close to my skin that they might as well be touching it, but he knew he couldn't. Not in front of all of these people at least. It wasn't the fact that we wanted to keep it PG at all, it was merely the fact that we had both had a few alcoholic drinks by now and once we started, it was sometimes a little hard to reign it in, especially now we were celebrating such a huge win for Harry.

"We've got to make it back to the hotel yet" I remind him lowly, trying to keep things as subtle as possible whilst the cameras were still most likely pointing in our direction after Harry's win. All eyes were on us to see just how we'd celebrate, although I'm sure the details weren't necessary. Everyone just wanted a look in, they wanted the best stories, the best pictures. It was just how these things went.

I had a feeling that escaping from an event like this would not be easy. There would be hundreds and thousands of people still surrounding the building, waiting to capture the drunken celebrities on their way out of the venue. I was certain that near enough every interviewer on this planet would be gathered around to ask Harry how he feels about his win and how he's going to celebrate, all of the cameras and microphones shoved in our faces as if we weren't even human.

We weren't often treated like humans. More like caged animals that people had gathered around to view.

We just wanted to jump into a car and get back to the hotel as quickly as possible without any disruptions in the way. I was near enough starving for Harry's touch, I didn't have time to stand around whilst a journalist stuttered out a question. We had business to attend to and like hell were we going to let anything or anybody get in our way. As much as the whole world wanted to be in on this right now, this was a moment simply for us. There were times when we just didn't need the whole world watching.

"Not sure if I can make it" he says as he wraps one arm around me to pull me in closer to him. I was struggling to keep myself composed as it is, every one of his movements making me weak. "I could take you to the bathroom" he suggests, though I already knew we'd get caught out immediately. It had happened before and I didn't want to go down that route again. The articles were relentless after we had snuck into the toilets at an event years ago, before Harry had ever put a ring on my finger and before Scout was even considered.

"People would know" I shake my head, desperate for him to rip this dress off of me and to smear my lipstick, but we couldn't do it here. As much as I was begging for him, craving for his lips tracing over my skin, there was a time and a place. We couldn't do anything here. Not with the cameras on us.

"Take a shot!" Niall is near enough pushing himself in between us, two shots in his hands and a drunken smile on his face. His eyes are glazed, like he was here in body but his mind was on another planet. His hair was all messed up and his shirt was now unbuttoned a little, his chest on display and it was starting to make me wonder if he had snuck off to the bathroom at some point with a lady wrapped around his arm.