Falling to hard

Chapter 1: Parties

For the benefit of the story. All ages are around high school ages. And character personalities may be different then they are in real life.

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Trinity Hunt. She was the type to go to parties and hang out by the snacks with a glass of water. Not really the drinking type not the really dancing type. But she did go, to have fun.

Harry Styles. Definitely the type to go all out for parties. Hang out by the girls with a beer or a flask. Pull girls to the dance floor in attempts to amuse them.

And when he said something charming, or funny or whatever it is to make the girls swoon, it normally worked. He grabs them by the hand and yanks them to the dance floor where as his now probably drunk self grinds up against the hoe he's with.

She's probably got a boyfriend off doing the same thing she is. And since parties aren't held often, when they are, Harry goes all out.

As does everyone, with the exception of Trinity.

Tonight's party was special. Harry had his eye on a girl. Beautiful girl. And she was drinking a glass of water. He was drinking the last of whatever was in his red plastic cup. And when he was finished he tossed it behind him.

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Trinity's POV

I swirled my straw in my water and looked at the scene around me. It looked like a zoo. There were guys grinding up on girls and the other way around and full blown make out sessions throughout the room. The music was so loud I could barely hear my best friend Adna speaking to me. Although who knows if she's even actually saying real words. She's had one to many drinks and her words are probably just inaudible mumbling now. I do my best to shout over the music to tell her that I want to take her home but she just shakes her head and goes to dance with her boyfriend Michael, who's also drunk.

"Hi there." Someone comes up from behind. I turn around and it's Harry.

"Hi." I wave and smile.

"Do you wanna dance.." He drags the word dance on and I laugh. He's obviously drunk.

"You mean grind up against random people who have no intention but to get in my pants. No thanks." I reply.

"I'm not as drunk as you think." He slurs.

"Yes you are." I say. "Who's taking you home tonight?"

"Oh I came by myself!" Suddenly he's yelling and it startles me. "Woah who's yelling?" He grabbed his head.

"Okay come on I'm going to be nice." I grabbed my purse and his hand. Which seems awkward but he's so drunk he doesn't seem to notice.

"No need I'm perfectly fine to drive!" He yelled at me. Still I help him into my car and get in the front seat. He's slumped in the seat and his eyes are extremely bloodshot.

"Harry?"

"Uh what!" He shot up in his seat.

"You can crash at my place." He didn't reply which was fine with me.

I used to have a crush on him. I never told him though. When we arrived at my house I quietly unlocked the door afraid I'd wake my parents and took his up to my room. He sat on the bed and looked at me with his blood shot eyes.

"Sit." He said. So I sat. "Did anyone ever tell you your beautiful?" He asked me.

"No." I said quickly. I pulled hair behind my ear to get it out of my face. "Oh god. You reek of alcohol." I pinched my nose and backed away.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to drink that much. I just can't help it. It's takes me somewhere when I don't worry about home problems." He fumbled with his hands. I sat next to him.

"What problems?" I shouldn't be asking wild he's drunk he may not want me to know. I've never liked Harry much for his crazy amount of drinking but he's not totally bad.

"You know you should let your hair down more often. I like it like this. You always wear it up to school." I glanced down at my long hair. It nearly went to my bum.

"I like the way my hair looks up." I defended myself.

"It kind of makes you look uptight when it's all pulled back super tight." He pulled his cheeks and then let go. "You're hot as fuck Trinity."

I didn't say anything. Instead I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his. He grabbed my hair with his hands and kissed back sloppily. Our lips moved in sync perfectly though. I lightly tugged his hair and pulled on his shirt. But suddenly I pulled back and stood off the bed. I sucked in a deep breath and looked at him.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss and I wanted so badly to put my lips against his again. Even though they tasted like alcohol they were slightly chapped and I love the way they felt against mine.

"We can't kiss. Your drunk and I can't take advantage of you like that. You don't know what your doing." He tried to protest and pull me to him but I made him lay down and covered him up with the covers. Slowly I shut the door and went down to the couch.

Although I couldn't sleep. I could vaguely hear the loud music in my ears and feel his lips on mine. His breath had smelled of alcohol but I didn't care. What would he think if I told him I kissed him while he was drunk. And barely conscious at that. He was almost passed out on the drive home. He going to be so hung over tomorrow and he's at my house. And he's not going to remember anything.

I continue to over think these thoughts and somewhere in the night I was able to fall asleep.

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HELLO! I'm back and better than ever. It's been a long time since I updated a book and now I'm here with a new one! I hope you love it and I dedicate this chapter to Trinity because she's funny af and I named the main character after her!

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