Celebrity Mishap (Harry Styles Fan Fic) *Hiatus*

Chapter Four

I felt myself being twirled and giggled drunkenly as my hand clutched a grey shirt in front of me. Harry laughed at me, appearing to be just as drunk as I felt. Libby had caught up with us and forced more than a few drinks down my throat, which made me feel unsure, knowing that I'm only 18 years old. Harry decided to join the drinking party and ordered himself a few of his own, not having any trouble getting them. He told me that he's nineteen, but he looks much younger than that, maybe even younger than me.

The music pounded my ear drums, shaking my whole body and making me feel like I was having a heart attack. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist, rocking fast from side to side. Although my experience with dirty dancing at clubs was nonexistent, I felt like we were doing it all wrong. It's like he was on some kind of sugar high and couldn't gain control of his body, whatsoever. It made me laugh uncontrollably, that's for sure.

We danced for awhile until I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I stumbled to the bathroom and luckily the line was short. When I returned, I noticed Harry awkwardly standing there in the middle of the dance floor while everyone danced to some catchy song. I know I've heard it before, but couldn't quite place my finger on it. It had a great beat, something that I could dance to, if I was coordinated enough to dance.

As I pushed through the crowd, the words 'rock me' boomed through the speakers quite a lot, leading me under the impression that the song itself was, in fact, called "Rock Me". I made it to Harry and I pulled him to me, dancing as hard as I could in high heels. As I listened to the song, I noticed how familiar one voice sounded. Harry kept a straight face the entire time I danced, just watching how I flailed around.

Once the song ends, he leans down towards me. For a second, I think he's going to kiss me, which, I mean he's cute and all, but I couldn't go through with it. Instead he puts his lips to my ear and begins talking. "Your friend just left a few minutes ago with some guy. She asked me if I could bring you back to your hotel a little later. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's wonderful." I drag out. "OH! Let's go get some ice cream, I'm starving!" I grab his arm and pull him towards the front doors. He follows behind me. God, I'm so HUNGRY. Before we reach the doors, he jumps in front of me, releasing my grip.

"I parked out back, we'll need to go out the side doors." I squished my eyebrows together and then shrug. Maybe there's better parking.

I follow him through the dance floor and bar, smiling at people as I walk by. I've never felt so confident in my life and I'm starting to rethink this whole alcohol thing. I feel great, amazing even! Just as I return a wave to someone walking past, I trip over my own feet and feel a sharp shooting pain in my left ankle as I land on the ground between dozens of legs.The immediate sharp pain snapped me out of my funny mood, almost putting me on the edge of tears. Harry turned towards where I was standing and looked around in confusion. I grabbed his leg, pulling him down towards me. He looks shocked at first, and then laughs, lifting me up to stand.

I lean against him and reach down to touch my throbbing ankle. It feels larger than usual and hurts like a bitch, but at the moment all I could do was attempt to walk out of there. I stand up straight and try to take a step forward, only to stop and crouch down in pain, causing the fabric of my dress to make a ripping sound.

I feel an arm wrap around my waist as I'm being pulled up. "What's wrong?" I hear Harry's raspy British voice say in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe, forcing me to fight the urge from jumping away.

"I did something to my ankle. I never should have worn these heels." I say, cursing myself and keeping my left foot from touching the floor.

"I can carry you, if you want." He says, looking at me, waiting for an answer. I shake my head and move out of his grasp, clasping his shoulder for support instead. I began to hobble and hop forward, occasionally letting a grunt of pain slip from between my lips. I suddenly feel two arms wrap around me, lifting me completely off the ground. He was holding up and keeping me in the standing position in his arms while he led us through the rest of the club.