Strangers

drunks speak sobber thoughts

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My feet then began to wobble through a couple of songs. I felt hazy, fuzzy, and just good. In cloud nine.

The stranger followed me around, drinking with me. His essence carried a warning sign. Every man that approached me thought twice, but I was grateful. Harry's presence was like a disease, no one dared to gamble getting sick.

"I want to take a whizz." My voice slurred as I leaned against his chest. My cheek rested in his heart, as it beat lightly against my eardrum.
"You wouldn't want to go alone here. I'll accompany you." He brushed his warm fingertips in my ear, leaving a trace of warmness in my cheeks. He held my hand and twirled me as I laughed. I feel like a pretty little ballerina.

I entered the bathroom, and without much thought of someone giving hëad in the corner, I entered a stall. Relieving myself, I washed my hands staring at the mirror briefly. Red cheeks.

I bumped into someone in my way out in my clumsiness. "Oops." I frowned, and looked to see recognizable ocean blue eyes and a whip of black hair.

"No worries." He looked up at me, as my mouth came dry.

"Vienna? What the hell are you doing here?"

"You shouldn't care what I do, Joshua." I felt warm fingers in my waist, a cozy breath in my neck.

"Is there a problem here?" Joshua's blue eyes became dark, the dark inked irises giving off his anger.

"It's been three fücking weeks I left you and you're whöring around with random men." He smiled. "Typical whöre. Glad I left someone worth shït like you."

"I intimidated you, and that's why you left me." A voice prickled into my head. Where the hell are you going with a skirt that short?
Put something else, you're revealing too much.
Don't show your tattoos you look like shït with them.
Let out that damn cigarette, I can't stand the smell.
Get your shït together, you don't look peachy. Stop pouting.
Cancel with Gianna, she's a little bïtch. Stay with me.
Fücking shit, Vienna you're fücking annoying. Can you stitch that mouth?
I opened my eyes, and see that Harry is staring at him plainly, knives casting out of his pupils. His warm fingers squeezed my hand, as he bit into my ear. He tore my gaze from Joshua, as his lips crashed into mine. His lips were soft, but aggressive. Hungry lips that tasted of lemon rum, as his hand lifted my breast, inching me closer to get more access to his mouth. Our teeth clashed, as he bit my bottom lip, a smirk tinting against my mouth.

"Get a fücking room." I faintly heard.

I breathed heavily as I he put me against a wall softly guiding me there. His finger tips grazed upon my tattoo in my neck, kissing me, selfishly claiming my mouth in such a sweet way. I arched my back a bit, tingly and excited. Holy shït. My hands roamed into his chest, as he pushed me closer to the wall. He trailed hard kisses in my neck as I let out a soft moan from my panting mouth.

"Take me home." I panted, trying my best to keep my cool. I could feel his smirk against my neck.

"If you weren't drunk, Vienna, I would have taken here." His voice is dark and husky. I breathed hard at his words. "It's late, so you're going to go home."

The cold breeze made me shiver, my head leaning against his shoulder. Honestly, I felt like shït now. My drunken state was fading lightly, my head starting to pound. Harry held me in his big arms, warming me from the bitter air, waiting for my taxi.
He unexpectedly followed me in the taxi, not that I minded.

"Just want to see if you got home safe." He told me as I nodded lightly from his chest. He played with my lip, burying his nose into my hair.

"You look really sexy Vienna." His voice rang in my ear. I blushed at the words as I tried to find a sarcastic or sassy response.

"Get that all the time, no need to compliment on something I already know." I smirked as he shook his head.

The familiar apartment homes came into sight. Harry exited first as he grabbed my hand, which I stubbornly refused, only to tip over my heels. He grabbed my hand with force, being surprisingly strong for a lean figure.

"Which apartment do you live in?"

"Apartment 28B." I yawned into my hand. I pulled up my keys once there.

"Thanks but I could have come here by myself." I shrugged, but giving a light smile nonetheless.

"Says the one who was going to trip over in the taxi. Yeah, Vienna, all by yourself." He smirked.

I simply rolled my eyes, turning the keys to get in.

"Goodnight. Thanks for being my drinking buddy." I simply said.
He merely shrugged, starting to walk away. "The taxi driver is probably going to leave me, so goodnight as well to you." He starts to walk out, as he then turns around.

"See you when you're sobber." He winked, and with that, all I saw was his back as a sense of excitement dwelled at the thought of maybe seeing him again.
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Just if you're wondering,Vienna is Venezuelan-Latina. She's not your typical girl, you'll see in the chapters ahead the culture diversity (: