Take it Off (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 8

The smell of cigarettes, and booze wafted through the air. Unidentified substances were sprayed out along the benches, and the music was thumping.

"Have a beer", Harry said, shoving a tin can into my hands.

I clasped it tightly, but didn't attempt to drink it. It was slightly shaking in my hands.

"Harry, I just want to go home..urehh, back to the hotel room", I stuttered.

"Chill babe, we can take our time".

I swallowed, hard. I really wished I could leave this filth ridden house.

A guy stumbled into me, forcing me to fall into Harry, my beer spilling to the floor--not that I cared anyway.

"Hey beautiful", he hummed, his eyes shut.

Unbelivable. We had been here for less than ten minutes, and he was already drunk.

He held me in a tight grasp. Slowly, his hand travelled to my waist. I sucked in a breath, not daring to breathe.

"Breathe darling. Wouldn't want you to die. Niall would skin me alive", he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek.

"Turn around."

"WHAT!?"

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you", he laughed.

I obeyed, not wanting to upset him.

His grip was tight on my waist. I stood still and quiet, not knowing what to do, until his privates touched my but.

I jumped in shock.

"What..what are you doing?", I said, stumbling over my words.

"Grinding. Grind with me", he growled.

Grinding? I'd heard of it, but I'd never actually done it before.

"I--i don't know how"; I admitted sheepishly.

He threw his head back in laughter, before slowly continuing to rub his privates against my butt.

"Just--just sway your hips a little, and rub up against me", he proclaimed, quite thoughtfully.

Slowly but surely I did as he said. I felt strange..and dirty--really dirty.

This was the worst thing I'd ever done in my life with a guy. I didn't feel normal. Was london already changing me--or was it just Harry Styles?

Soon, I eased into into--and it almost felt-nice? I knew I'd regret it in the morning though.

"That's it", he purred drunkingly into my ear.

I sighed, and pulled away.

"Harry, I think we should go now".

"Soon. It's only 12:30am. It's early! Real early", he mumbled.

He turned to walk away.

"Where are you going now?", I yelled in aggitation, following quickly behind him.

"I need a smoke".

"Smoke? I thought Harry Styles didn't smoke."

"Well Edward does."

"Edward?"

"Yeah. Punk Harry. I thought you were a fan!", he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"I am. I just like Niall better", I mumbled grouchily.

" Whatever. You want a smoke?", he asked, as we walked out the back.

There was a pool out here, and beautiful lights hung everywhere.

"I don't smoke."

"You don't smoke. You don't drink. What do you do?", he yelled.

"I..uh,eat?"

"Haha. You should date Niall", he said, lighting his cigarette.

"Uh,thanks?", I said, standing there awkwardly.

I was at the edge of the pool now, and Harry was inches away from me.

I went to speak up, but I was inturrupted when someone pushed me-into the pool.

I let out a squeal, before slowly surfacing. I quickly jumped out of the pool, shivering like crazy. I only had on a pair of leggings and singlet top.

It was freezing.

Harry threw away his cigarette, stomping on it so that it went out.

"Lila, care to take another dip, but this time with me?"

"Wha----!??"

I didn't get to finish my sentence.

Harry tackled me into the pool, and yet again, I squealed.

We came to the surface, and I frowned.

"Why'd you do that?", I said, slightly aggitated.

He gripped me in his grasp, and slowly my goosebumps faded.

"Warmer?"

I nodded, suddenly nervous in his grasp.

His arms around me felt good. Safe. They made me feel alive. It had my heart hammering in my chest at the same time.

"Why is it I have to keep reminding you to breathe", he laughed.

I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, laughing nervously.

Stupid. I was stupid.

I looked up into Harry's eye's, to find he was already starring at me. My breath hitched in my throat. His hair was slicked back against his wet skin, and his dimples were on show.

Slowly he leaned in.

His eyes snapped shut.

Was he going to kiss me?

No!

I couldn't let him steal my first kiss. I wouldn't. I was saving it for the one I loved. I was saving it for Niall, my celebrity crush, who would probably never love me back in a million years. Plus, Harry was a player.

His lips came closer, and I turned my head, his lips landing on my cheek.

His eyes flew open, and he let go of my fragile body.

"Harry. I think we should leave now", I said, coughing awkwardly, swimming to the edge of the pool.

He nodded, following me out of the pool.

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