Changing Harry Styles

4. Him

This whole "education" thing is stupid. It just gets me so pissed off. And how do I deal with things that piss me off?

I drink, I party, I take a girl home.

Simple as that.

So that's where I sit right now, at the bar taking my fifth shot of something strong... tequilla? Vodka? Oh hell with it, it was something.

The only person I knew would come with me no matter how mad he was at me was Zayn, that boy could hold grudges, until you mentioned the word "party'. He really liked a good time. At the moment he and Perrie were grinding it out on the dance floor, not really caring that a small cluster of papparatzi had gathered around, snapping pictures of them. I was passed drunk, and slowly nearing hammered.

"Hey Harry, long time no see." Some blonde came up to me, she was wearing a tight dress, her boobs practically pouring out the top. She had the extra large purse hanging from her arm.

"Uh I'm wreally sowwy but, do I know you are?" I slurred. Yup, drunk. She let out a exaggerated giggle that would've turned me off if I was sober, but when I'm drunk, any girl that breathes is appealing.

"Silly Harry! I'm Fran! Don't you remember, we like, totally hooked up a year ago and you promised you'd call me." I squinted my eyes at her, I really felt like I didn't know her from anywhere. I had only hooked up with a handful of girls, and I'm pretty damn sure I'd remember one if I saw them.

"Uh, I really don't think I know you..." I started but she grabbed me by my blazer.

"Harry, I'm only going to say this once. There's a bathroom right over there and we can either go fuck without any complications or I swear to god I will drag you there by your dick." She growled in my face. Her breathe smelt of mints trying to cover up the liquor she had been drinking.

 Now I knew I was a sex god out there in the public, and most girls would do anything to sleep with me, even go as far as spiking my drink with Viagra. Sober me would've called security over and had this Fran girl removed from the club, but I was drunk and quite honestly I didn't really care. She was hot and that was all that mattered.

"Hey now, you're really really hot, and I don't want this to be some huge deal so lets just go back to my place and we can do this properly, that dress would look so much better next to my boxers on the floor." I winked, and her eyes grew with excitment."

"I'll go get us a cab." She winked and turned around, exagerating the movement of her hips in hopes to turn me on. Little did she know that I was so drunk, even stupid Meredith would get my blood flowing down south.

Meredith.

That girl was a pain in the ass, but my oh MY was she ever hot. She gets three stars out of three for looks, but her shitty personality ruins it for me. She can work her way into the other boy's hearts, but not mine. I love a girl who can make me laugh, is unbelievably kind, and it wouldn't hurt for her to be smart too. Oh and fit, I like them fit as hell.

So why do I sleep with airheads? Beacause they're easy, and they know how to stay in shape. Fran clearly only excels in the looks department, so I probably won't be calling her back.

I decide I should probably tell Zayn what's up, so I shove my way through the crowd only to find him and Perrie practically creating children on the dance floor.

"Zayn! Stop trying to get some for one second!" I shout in his ear. He pulls away from Perrie in a full pant.

"What is it cock-blocker?" He's trying to keep a srtaight face but I know he wants to smile.

"I'm going home with this chick, Fran. So if you and Perrie are DTF then let me know now, and I'll let the boys know." I can feel myself sobering up slightly, and the idea of screwing Fran is getting less and less appealing.

"Well Perrie, what are you feeling like..." He was cut off by Perrie practically juping on his face. I took that as a yes and went outside to find Fran. I saw her getting in a cab, with another dude.

Damn, there goes my chance at sex.

Not that I cared, Fran wasn't my top choice anyways. I turned around to see a pretty red head texing on her cell phone leaning against the wall.  She was fit, with a tight red dress that was too short and too low cut but I wasn't complaining. I had came all the way out here, and there was no chance I was leaving empty handed. I walked over to her, a grin on my face. I noticed tears on her face, and she sniffled. Perfect, sympathy sex.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" I used my compassionate voice.

"My boyfriend just stood me up for my best friend, on my birth- shit you're Harry Styles." SHe said between silenced sobs. I shrugged my shoulders.

"In the flesh. But wow, any boy who would stand up any girl, let alone you must be out of their mind." I rubbed her shoulder, and she cried harder.

"What did I do to deserve this?" She threw her arms around me and sobbed harder.

"I can guarentee you did nothing. Why don't we go back to my place? You just need soeone to talk to." She gave her consent, and I waved down a taxi.

The whole ride home she sobbed about how her relationship was so perfect, and she didn't even see it coming. I pretended to care, and said the right things at the right times, and by the time we got to my place, her hormones were kicking in. She had already kissed me, and judging by the taste of her mouth she was drunk. We left the cab and practically ran inside, just to find the other three guys sitting in the living room.

"Good evening Harry, Harry's date." Liam said with a deadpan in his voice. Niall nor Louis looked amused either.

"Hey love, why don't you go upstairs to my room, third door on the left and I'll be right up yeah?" She licked her lips and giggled, running straight up the stairs.

"I thought you promised you wouldn't sleep with any more girls!" NIall almost shouted.

"Niall, mate, pipe down! Last one I swear! Oh and Zayn wanted me to tell you he is bringing Perrie home to do the dance with no pants, so beware. Alright night!" Before they had the chance to reply, I ran up the stairs to see the girl, I never even caught her name, laying on my bed in her black bra and thong. I licked my lips.

Hot Damn!

"SO Harry, I want you to help me forget all about my boyfriend, can you do that?" She whispered seductively. My pants tightened, this will be good.

"Oh I can do that. I crawl on the bed, and we engulfe in a heated makeout session. She begins to unbutton my shirt, not even stopping the kiss.

Then I hear a tapping at my window.

"What the hell was that?" She asks.

"I don't konw..." I get off the bed and walk over to my window. Meredith is sitting on some window seat, starring at me. She gives me a large fake girn and waves, before doing some gesture I'm guessing means 'shut the curtains'. I roll my eyes and shut them hard but not before giving her the finger. I can practically hear her laugh.

"Who was that?" The redhead asks.

"Just some stuck up neighbour, now where were we?" I get back on the bed and we finish what we started.

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Okay so two things:

One, I couldn't update because my town flooded #prayforHIghRiver

and two, I can't find my notebook with all my ideas for my stories so I have to completely start over.

Boo.

alright pwease vote that would be awesome :)

*Doncheshire*