Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Eight

a/n: sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry!!!! I was on vacation then my wifi was out for three days!!!

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*Beth's Point Of View*

After the show, Harry, Niall, and I got into a separate car from Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Perrie. They all claimed to be tired, and I probably would've, too, but I'd already promised Harry I'd go to that party. One of Harry's many friends was throwing it, and we were both eager to get out of the hotel, as was Niall. I didn't plan on drinking since I still felt uneasy from that morning. I planned to sit down and hope not to get noticed. I knew it wouldn't go that way, though.

Harry helped me out of the car once we got to our destination, and Niall followed close behind. The music was loud and the bass pounded in my ears as we made our way inside. 

Harry was greeted with hugs and Niall with a few pats on the back. Harry introduced me as his girlfriend, and then hugged me close. I don't remember any of their names, and I only picked up a few words. For the most part, they all spoke pretty good English, though a few said hello in French.

 Harry went off in search of drinks, and I was left with Harry's friends. The only one I knew was Niall. Most of them were men, a bit older, probably in their thirties, and then there were some young girls who were probably my age or older, I was only seventeen, though.

"So, Beth," one of the girls approached me. "How do you know H?"

"We've known each other since we were small," I shrugged. "I think I was eight and he was ten."

She nodded, and one of the men asked me, "So is this your first time in France?" 

"Yes, it's lovely!" I exclaimed, forcing a smile.

 He was British, like me, but I'd assumed he'd lived in France for a while. 

Harry came back soon after that with two red cups, and tried handing one to me.

"I don't think I'm going to drink tonight," I lowered my voice.

"Okay," Harry handed the cup to someone else instead and turned back to me. "Do you want something else?"

I shook my head, putting a hand on his chest since he was about to turn around and go back to look for something else. "I'm fine. I'll find a bottle of water at some point, but for now I'm fine."

"Okay," He said again as he leaned down and pecked me on the cheek.

Niall was already starting to dance, and everyone else was tipsy, since they'd been here probably an hour before us. There were a lot of people here, and it was really loud and tightly packed. Hot, too.

Harry and I went off in search of a place to either sit or dance. We found the latter.

It was some club music, a genre of which I wasn't a fan of, but I took his hand and twirled myself around anyway. A few more people joined in, and I threw my head back and laughed. A Pitbull song came on, and a great deal of people groaned, and I may've been one of them. It was quickly and thankfully changed, however. 

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I was high off the endorphins of laughter and Harry was the slightest bit drunk when he called someone to pick us up. Giggling like mad and happily ranting about something or other, I noticed Harry looking at me like I was crazy, which I was. My heart was pumping and I was about to attempt a cartwheel when Harry pulled me into his lap. 

 "Babe," He murmured.

Instead of responding, I attacked him with my lips. All down his neck and all over his mouth.