In Another World

Part 18

Meg's POV

Harry and the boys went out to some club after the premiere. Perrie, Elounor and I didn't stay with them. They deserve time alone. They do, I guess, a lot because of tours and stuff, but I'm sure Louis and Harry especially want to celebrate alone.

I go back to Harry's flat and change. I almost wear my dress to bed because I love it so much. I won't be able to wear it soon because I'll be in the spotlight with Harry and I'll get critiqued for wearing the same dress to two red carpet events. I change, wash my face, brush my hair, and sit on Harry's couch to watch some TV. I text Talia also, to see it she's still up. I assume she is because I promised I would text her after the premiere. I send a simple text that says "Hey!" and a I get a reply within a minute. We text back and forth about the premiere and stuff, but I let her go after a half hour so she can sleep, it's very late in America. We exchange goodbyes and I turn up the TV, getting lost in a movie.

At 1:30 in the morning, I hear keys jangling outside the door. Harry must be home. After a long time, the door finally opens. Why was Harry struggling to open the door?

He stumbles in. He's drunk.

"Hey, what're you doin' here? Where's my Louis?" he slurs.

"I'm visiting, Harry, Louis is at his house" I think. He should be at his house if Harry is home. Harry and I go back and forth. Talking to a wasted person is like talking to a wall. They don't understand anything.

Harry sits down next to me, and we stay silent for a few minutes.

"You know, you're really hot but I love Louis. But I'd fuck you anytime," Harry finally says.

Oh.

A drunk conversation is a sober thought.

So that's what he thinks.

I don't look him in the eye.

Harry scoots closer to me. He leans in close to my face, and plants a kiss on my jawline, and another, and another.

He finds that spot in my neck that makes me crazy. He sucks and I don't comprehend what we're doing...

He pulls me onto his lap and I feel his bulge against me.

"Harry..." I say. "Harry!" He needs to get off of my neck, now.

He must think I'm moaning his name, so I push him off of me. We lock eyes, I can't look away. Poor Harry, he doesn't know what he's doing and that's horrible. If only I was asleep when he came home, maybe this wouldn't be happening.

I finally look away, and climb off of his lap.

"Come on, only this time," he says.

Do I do it? Do I not?

"Okay." I say.

He immediately pulls be back onto his lap.

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