Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9.

I followed Harry out into the parking lot. He approached a black SUV, and climbed into the back seat. I got in behind. Harry gave the man in the front seat the address, and we were on our way.  

"So, I was thinking maybe I could do the odds and you could do the evens," Harry said, grabbing his question sheet and pencil.  

"Wow, Styles. Eager much?" I teased. I was going to take advantage of this Harry as much as I could.  

He shrugged. "Well we've only got two days to do it, and we won't be in the car for that long." I just nodded and started answering the even numbered questions. 

"What kind of party is this?" I asked, after what felt like a long silence.  

"It's a birthday party for one of my dad's colleagues," 

I nodded, and continued with my questions. Finally, I finished, so I looked out the window and watched as we pulled up to a rather fancy looking nightclub that was right off the beach.  

Everyone who was getting out of their cars and limos and walking through the entrance and into the club were wearing nice, expensive looking clothes.  

Harry climbed out of the car. I hesitated behind. "Well, I would like to be inside by tonight," he said rather impatiently. I scurried out of the car, embarrassed.  

"Aren't we a little underdressed?" I asked, gesturing to our clothes. I was wearing jeans and a UCLA hoodie. Harry was wearing black jeans and a plain white shirt.  

Harry shrugged. "I could really give less of a fuck. It isn't my party." 

Harry and I approached the entrance to the club, where a rather large man was standing holding a clipboard. The man looked at Harry and nodded, letting him through. When I tried to follow, though, the man stuck out his arm and stopped me. Once Harry noticed I wasn't by his side anymore, he turned around, and saw I was being held back.  

"Hey, man, it's okay. She's with me," Harry said.  

The man put his arm down and let me through. "Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Styles." Harry just nodded and continued walking down the hallway to the club. I ran to catch up with him.  

"Mr. Styles?" I asked, a smirk on my face.  

He shrugged. "Im respected here." I just rolled my eyes.  

A tall, brunette woman passed by me and Harry. She was wearing a tight, mini dress with a cheetah print coat, and heals higher than I ever thought possible.  

"Harry?" The woman asked once she recognized who he was.  

"Hey, Kim." Harry said, an annoyed look on his face. Oh my god, Kim Kardashian. I was standing next to Kim Kardashian! 

"How are you? How've you been? Who's this? Is she your girlfriend?" Kim asked, batting her huge eyelashes at him.  

"Er, yeah, I've been good and this is Elle, and no, she's not my girlfriend." 

"Well it was nice seeing you again. You should call me more, Harry!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away, not even acknowledging me. Harry just rolled his eyes and wiped at his cheek.  

"You're friends with Kim Kardashian?" I asked.  

"I've met her a few times. I know lots of people," he mumbled. We walked through a wide doorway, and entered the main room of the club. It was huge. There was a long bar, an enormous dance bar, couches and chairs scattered around, and what looked close to 500 people.  

A huge sign was hanging across one of the walls. It read "Happy 21st Birthday Katy!"  

"Tell me if I'm wrong, but is this party for Katy Perry?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I had to yell, since the music was so blaring loud.  

"That's right." 

"Colleague," I mumbled under my breath. "What the hell does your dad do?" I shouted. There was an amused look in Harry's eyes, almost like he enjoyed my bewilderment.  

"He's a music producer. But that's not why we're here. We're here to have fun." Harry grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the dance floor, where hundreds of sweaty bodies were all grinding against each other to the beat of the music.  

Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez danced by us, Selena's ass firmly placed right in Justin's crotch. I raised my eyebrow at it, then looked up at Harry.  

He rolled his eyes. "In your dreams, Elise." Neither of us really knew what we were doing, both of us just standing in the dance floor awkwardly.  

A waiter walked by, carrying a tray of shots. Harry grabbed 2, and downed one. He gave the other to me. "Drink it. It'll make tonight more fun."  

What's the worse thing that could happen? I downed the white liquid, feeling it burn as it went down. Before I knew what was going on, Harry handed me another one, and I swallowed it quicker than the first, feeling my head go cloudy. I took another shot, and I was feeling buzzed, almost disconnected from my body.  

Harry grabbed my waist, and started grinding me into him. I laughed, and continued to do it, as a fast song came on.  

Harry and I danced together like this for a while longer. Both of us smiling and having a good time. I looked up at Harry, and he looked down at me. Before either of us could stop ourselves, our lips were pressed firmly against each others.  

Harry's soft, plump lips moved in unison against mine. His tounge rubbed against my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I allowed, opening up, and let his tongue explore my mouth. I did the same thing, rubbing my tongue over everything I could touch in his mouth.  

By now, Harry's hands were entangled in my hair. Mine were rubbing circles into his hair on the back of his neck. We were full on making out in the middle of Katy Perry's party. People danced around us, not wanting to get in our way.  

I knew this was wrong. Harry and I were supposed to hate each other, right? But at that moment, I didn't care. I let the alcohol and feelings take over for just tonight. Somewhere underneath all that alcohol, though, I knew I was going to regret all of this in the morning.

(A/N): DUN DUN DUNNN what in the world is going on with the two of them now?? What about Peirce?? Ahh this story is so much fun to write! Sorry I haven't been able to update in a couple of days. I had dance team tryouts and workshops after school every day last week, so I didn't have really any downtime to do anything. Hopefully this week isn't as hectic. Thanks for reading, voting, and commenting!