"A-are you trying to get me drunk." I slur to Harold. We have had the best time. We talked to his friends for awhile, but for some reason they left so it's just Harry and I. We are constantly laughing and talking to each other.
"Mayybee." He hums a tune
while bouncing his hair back and forth.
"You have such curly curls!" Before I know it, I'm running my fingertips through the mess of curls. "They are so beautiful."
Harry laughs at me. When he laughs his eyes crinkle. It's the cutest thing ever. I always want to make him laugh just so I can see his sunshine face.
"Knocky knock." I hiccup. We are sitting at the bar with tons of people, but it feels like it's just Harry and I.
"Who's there?" He glances over at me and I see his beautiful eyes.
"Curly" I blank out.
"Curly who?" He rests his head on his hand and stares at me.
"You!" I start laughing as soon as he does. I almost fall out of my seat.
"Careful, honey." He giggles. Honey? Did I hear him right? My heart flutters with excitement. "Do you wanna just come to my house? I don't see Niall anywhere and I'm kinda sleepy." He yawns.
"Sure!" I say excitingly. I hop up from the bar stool and make my way towards the parking lot. I loose Harry in the crowd of dancing people. All of a sudden I feel two arms wrap around my neck. It causes me to shuffle back.
This really drunk and sweaty girl is all over me. I feel her whole tiny body presses to mine. I look over to see Harry walking over.
"Lou, I thought I lost ya. I called my sister to come pick us up." He smiles, but as soon as he sees the drunk girl clinging to me his beautiful smile fades.
"Baby, c-can we go to your house." I try and remove her from me, but she doesn't let go.
"Um-" I'm cut off by her shushing me. Harry's eyes couldn't get bigger.
"Shh, no talking." She places her finger on my lips. "You're hot as fuck. I like these clothes on you. They show off your muscles." She slurs every word, but I was able to understand her. And what muscles? I have noodles for arms. I look over at Harry. I can't read his expression, but I know it's something different.
"Get off me." I say, sternly. I lightly push her off me. She stumbles back with a shocked expression on her face. I start to walk away, but I feel the girl's hand on my wrist.
"Get the fuck off him, you whore!" I hear Harry yell. Oh shit.
I glance over at him and he's staring at the random girl with piercing eyes. We sit like this for a little bit. I tug on Harry to try and get his attention. I don't want to cause a scene. People have already started looking over at us because Harry yelled really loud.
"Harry." I whisper. He quickly focuses on me. "I-I want to go."
As soon as I said that he turns around towards me. When he starts to walk through the crowd he places his hand on my back to lead me to the parking lot. It was tuff walking straight because I've had too many shots.
"Are you okay?" I ask Harry as we get to the empty parking lot. He's sister isn't here yet so we are waiting by a tree.
He doesn't answer me, but just shakes his head, as in saying he didn't want to talk about it. I can't help but thinking that he looks really hot when he's angry.
