A little Wild.

A Little Wild \\ Harry Styles One shot.

I came into the apartment, crying. I'm not sure how I got home. I knew I had driven, but not sure how. The tears were flooding my vision. I'm sure I looked pathetic. I felt it. Every ounce of me was a weeping, pathetic mess.

I slammed the door behind me, kicking it hard with my foot. I pressed my back against it and slid down slowly. I buried my face in my hands after violently throwing my purse to the ground. I heard a door slam somewhere in the back ground, but I really couldn't focus on anything. Nothing was important at the moment.

"Hey, babe', you're home early-" My tall curly headed roommate started, but stopped quickly after taking in my ragged appearance.

I looked up at him and groaned. This was surely going to make a weird situation more complicated. Just what I needed. I had been roommates with Harry for years, and he was one of my best friends. That's how he met Taylor, who is my other best friend. When they broke up last year I thought that it would make everything really awkward, but they had enough dignity and respect for each other to not make a big deal of it. And, after a while, after faking friendship for months, they really became friends. But, now? Harry was how I met him. They were best friends. I wouldn't able to handle being around him. It was just too heartbreaking.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he knelt beside me, placing a hand on my knee.

"We... we... b-b-broke up-p-p..." I sputtered through my tears.

"Stupid bastard..." he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. "Alright, I think I know what you need, babe."

"A new life?" I retorted sourly.

"No, silly. Margaritas." He said with a small smile, pulling me up to my feet. "They make everything better."

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"So, what did the idiot do?" Harry asked finally after the second pitcher. I wasn't crying anymore, and at some points I was actually laughing. Harry did know how to make margaritas, I'd give him that. Though, since he was a frat boy, it only seemed natural that he could. I couldn't taste the liquor at all, but I knew it had two different kinds of tequila in it. I would suffer in the morning but I didn't care. It was worth it now to feel numb.

"It was both of us, really." I shrugged my shoulders, taking a large sip of my drink.

He rolled his eyes at my avoidance of the question. "What happened?" He asked as he took my glass away from me. He refilled it completely,then put some more in his own. Harry's cheeks were slightly red, almost appearing windblown, a sure sign that he had drank quite a bit.

"Well, we were in his room. And, I mean, we've been together for two years. I'd like to move forward a little bit. I understand he wants to wait until marriage, but come on. A girl can only take so much teasing. I'm not a virgin and I don't have the self restraint like he does. Would it be so awful to stick a hand down my pants every once in a while?" I growled.

"So, who got mad first?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I knew us both too well.

"Guess who?" I mumbled. "All I wanted to do was talk about it! He gets all defensive. What's the big deal?"

"He's always been a prude."

"Then, he starts off with the 'I'm not good for you' crap and I just got so mad. I'm not exactly sure who ended it. Not that it matters." I looked down at my once again at my empty glass. "Give me the tequila."

"Gold or silver?" He asked, going into frat boy mode. "We've got 1800, Patron, Jose-"

"I want tequila, in a shot glass, with a lime and some salt." I said, interrupting him quickly.