365 Days | H.S (ON HOLD)

365 Days | Chapter 17

"Isn't this place just fucking great?!" Louis happily shouted in my ear making me flinch away but I laughed with him as I putted my arm around his waist. The dancing people next to me made me hold tightly around my drink to not spill it, although I wasn't sure if I could trust my unsteady body and drunk self.

The music was loud, seemed almost different. It almost faded in echos around in the enormous room with the high ceiling. And the way it looked, it sounded and it smelled made me realize this place was my favorite of all the seven night clubs we visited during these past five days we spent in Las Vegas. I couldn't really remember small details from these past few days, since we all drank away our hungover with more alcohol. Everything was in a blur. But I had fun, and I enjoyed every moment, being aware of that I would probably never experience something like this ever again.

Louis grabbed his arm around my waist, suddenly pulling me away from the dance floor. I laughed even though I wasn't sure of what as I realized I letted go of my drink. Shattering glass reached my ears and I stumbled over the drink and glass on the floor. I looked around, breathing out as I realized that no one saw. I tried to inform Louis, but he sang along to the songs as he pulled me up the stairs, stumbling over one step and another, reaching over at the making out couples against the wall for rescue. I kept laughing, and Louis pulled me closer as he smirked along. Eventually we were found on the calm roof, slightly squinting at the bright lights lighten up the city around us.

"Harry, Louis!", a voice was heard, and I turned around to realize Amber and Bella waving at us from the bar, each one of them having a huge drink in their other hand, "Come here boys!".

I suddenly found myself standing next to blonde haired girl with her laughing face against my chest. I laughed along with her, quite surprised at our gestures as she pressed herself against me more and more for every second.

"I want one more drink!", Amber laughed lifting her head up and leaning over the bar counter, and even though the small part of sober me tried to look away, my drunken gaze followed her ass. She was just about to speak up to the bartender before she slowly turned her head back to me and her gaze fell down on my hands, "Where's your drink?", she looked at me in surprise before she laughed and turned away, "Two Mint Julep".

And she was back on me. I didn't really understand why she was on me, and not Louis, but either way my arms were holding her close against me and she was telling me something I didn't understand, still laughing when she did. I was standing, with one of my legs hanging over the blue chair, but not being able to move since Amber pulled me closer to her side. I didn't pay attention to the uncomfortable position, instead I had my eyes all over the attractive blonde I completely disliked as my sober self. But now, I surprisingly didn't. At some point, my gaze went up and I was looking at the bartender standing in the dark, where the lights didn't reach with his phone against his ear. I didn't realize until I looked away that he was staring at me, with such a indescribable look that it gave me shivers. Shivers that in some weird way made me wake up from the drunken trance I got myself into, and I immediately loosened up my grip around Ambers waist.

"Harry? You listening?"

"Hm, yeah?" I answered as Ambers voice reached my ears.

"I asked you about your sex life".

I turned to face her in surprise.

"Excuse me?", I laughed in surprise, almost moving away from her but she pressed herself closer to me.

"I mean you and Bella-"

"Where is she anyway? Where is Louis?" I asked, cutting her of, as I carefully began to push her away. I straightened up and putted down both of my feet on the stone floor, ready to go and find them, but then Amber spoke again.