Fallen // h.s.

Twenty-Nine

WARNING THIS MIGHT GET JUST A BIT SEXUAL. PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THIS JUST READ PAST IT AND DON'T COMMENT RUDE COMMENTS. THANK YOU.

"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!" Everyone cheers as I take another small glass drowning it, the alcohol quickly making my mind a lot fuzzier.

"Emma we should really go now." Harry said interrupting me.

"Haaarrreeyyy!!! Hiii! Have some fun with me!" I screamed taking him by his hands and pulling with him his hands to the dance floor jumping.

"You are so drunk you didn't even notice Scarlett left."

"Wait what? She left me? Why would she do that?" I said pouting sadly as we got to the center of the dance floor. I was surprised Harry had followed me.

"Well you were to concentrated on getting drunk that you didn't notice when she told you she was going."

"She told me that? Oh well. Let's dance!" I said grabbing his hands and putting them on my waist.

"No Emma we should really go." He said pulling away from me but I just pulled him back.

"Don't be such a party pooper Harry." I said chuckling at myself. "You can't just come here and punch that guy I was dancing with. He was a lot more fun than you."

His expression immediately changed into a lot darker one. Suddenly he spun me around by my waist and pulled me up to him with my back pressed against his hard chest.

"I'll show you fun." He whispered, his breath tickling my neck.

"You're tickling me Harry." I said chuckling as I tried getting out of his grasp.

"Shh." He whispered in my ear making me grin to myself.

He nibbled on my skin just below my ear, sucking subtly. I bit my lip hiding the gasp. Why would I let Harry do this to me when I was supposed to be mad at him? I just wanted to have some fun. I guess I was too drunk to notice. Yet two could play at this game.

As I begin to grind on him, his lips become more desperate. A bulge could be felt pressing into my bum. I was pleasing him, I thought smirking at myself. He bit down on my neck emerging a small whimper form my lips.

"That's what you get for dancing with someone other than me."

"I thought you didn't care." I said my mouth speaking for itself.

He turned me around looking into my eyes darkly. "I was just showing you I can be fun too. Now you either walk with me to my car or I'll take you home myself. Decide."

"I knew fun Harry wouldn't last too long." I said rolling my eyes as I followed him to his car. "I like fun Harry better." I said childishly smirking at him. "Make him come back." I said pouting.

He looked at me like I was stupid. Which was probably what I looked like. I don't know, I haven't had the honor of having a conversation with myself while I'm drunk. Though I would probably have Harry's same expression on my face.

After a little while of driving we had already arrived. As I enter my apartment stumbling with Harry behind me, I trip and almost fall but Harry grabbed me before anything happens.

"Please be careful Emma." He said looking at me worried. For someone who said that he didn't care it sure as hell didn't look like it.

"Careful is my middle name." I said but then I remember what I had told Niall. "After Party."

"Emma Party Careful Montclaire? That sounds pretty lame." He said chuckling at me and I hit him.

"Don't laugh! I'm serious. Why are you even here?"

"I'm taking care of you Emma couldn't you at least be thankful for that."

"Well you were the one that said you didn't want to hear me, talk to me or see me. Those are your words not mine."

"Why do you care so much Emma?"

"Because I fucking love you okay? And you are driving me crazy."

"You love me?"

Somehow I feel like we've been here before.

"Yes Harry I love you. Is it that too hard to believe? Though I'm really considering my options right now because I can't stand all this fighting anymore."

"I can't stand this anymore either."

"We agree and yet nothing changes." I said rolling my eyes. "You know what Harry I told you to choose and you chose. You said you hated me." I said laughing. I was laughing? Why in the world would I be laughing? I had seriously had too much to drink tonight. How much did I drink? four? Maybe five...or was it six?

"I just told you that because I can't stand the fact of you loving me! You can't love me okay? No matter how much I love you-"

"So you do love me?"

"Yes Emma I love you. You have no idea how much I love you."

"So why would you tell me you didn't care? Why would you tell me you didn't want to hear me, or talk to me or see me? Why would you tell me all of that, if you love me Harry? It doesn't make sense." But he kept quiet, not a word leaving his mouth. "Why Harry?" I asked once again raising my voice. "Please tell me fast cause I'm getting really sleepy." I said as my eyes failed to keep open. They felt heavy and it was becoming really hard to keep them open.

Though I need an answer. I needed this to be all over. And when he finally answers, it was definitely not the answer I was waiting for.

"Because I've been lying to you this whole time."

"What?"