headmaster styles.

The After Party

Party hard, and make mistakes.

April 2, 2012

The Red Carpet After Party

'CELEBRITIES ONLY' said the sign that was hanging on the club door. I looked at Harry and he smirked.

"Don't worry. They will let you in." He grabbed my hand and knocked on the door. Then a large man stepped outside and I widened my eyes.

"If you're trying to intimidate people than you've done the job well done." I chuckled and looked down, Harry putting his hand on the small of my back.

"Freeloaders back the hell up and go back to where you came from," he growled and I became even more scared of him.

"Excuse me sir, but we are here for the party," apparently whatever the man said pissed Harry off, "Now, if you would kindly let us in."

"No way. Only people on the list." The man held his hands together and stared me down, making me yelp.

"Well would you stop being a dick and check the damned list?" Harry said through gritted teeth and the man arched his jaw and pulled out a flat board.

"Names?" He clicked his tongue and looked at Harry.

"Harry Styles." The man's eyes dropped to Harry's and he raised his eyebrows, "Son of Nicholas Styles. If you don't believe me, draw a fucking DNA sample." Harry pulled up his sleeve and the man tensed.

"Go on in." He motioned for him to go in and Harry grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door, but then the man grabbed my arm and Harry glared at him, "The lady stays, Headmaster Styles."

"If the lady doesn't go in, I won't go in. If I don't go in, I'll tell your boss that you kicked the richest man out on the streets. You wouldn't want to lose your precious job, now would you," he looked at his nametag and gave a sarcastic smile, "Terry?"

The man took a deep breath and pushed me into Harry, pushing us further into the club and slamming the door shut.

"Enjoy your night," the man growled and walked away from us.

"Now, some alcohol would suffice. Don't you think?" Harry smiled at me and I nodded my head, shuddering. He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled again, "Relax, babe. Everything is okay. Here, we can drink and talk to people without any problems. I promise." He kissed my forehead and we walked to the bar.

"Let's start out with a round of shots," he ordered and the man poured vodka into two shot glasses. Harry nodded and he poured some into two more.

Harry handed me two and grabbed two of his own and I smiled.

"To tonight. I hope that one day you will know how badly I love you, Anastasia Greene." We hit one shot glass together and tipped it up.

Before he could toast the next one, I spoke, "To us. May it always be Ana and Harry. Without any damn interruptions." I smirked and we tipped our glasses.

"I'll drink to that any day," he said before winking at me.

Minutes and minutes passed, alcohol and more alcohol was drunk. I was on the verge of being completely wasted for the first time, but this wasn't Harry's first time being wasted, I can tell you that.

We were all over each other. Kissing, touching, whispering dirty words in each other's ears, and I loved it.

"I just wanna... Touch you... Bébé," he slid his hand up the cut in my dress so it landed on my bare thigh, "So mesmerizingly..."

I put my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes as he raised his hand, but then he began to nuzzle and kiss my neck.

"Harry?" We both looked over to see Zayn, the man we encountered earlier.

Harry sucked in a breath and kissed my neck one more time before walking over to Zayn and hugging him. "I missed you..." he whispered and Zayn let out a laugh.

"I think you've had a little too much to drink, Styles," he chuckled again and I stood on my feet, taking a deep breath, "And how are you, Miss Anastasia?" He pulled Harry off of him and walked him over to me.

"I'm doing good." I giggled and Zayn looked at both of us smiling.

"Alright, I'll drive you home. Besides, you're drunk and I think you just might have fucked in here if I didn't say anything." He laughed and grabbed our arms, leading us out of the club.

"But mommy I don't want to go to school!" Harry whined like he did to me a couple days ago. Harry and I started laughing uncontrollably and Zayn began to laugh at us, not with us.

"Mommy, you can't make me go!" I whisper-yelled and Zayn pushed us into the back of his car, making us topple on top of each other. We laughed harder.

The next thing I knew, we were standing in the living room of our apartment.

"I'll see you two later." Zayn hugged us both and left.

We stood there for a minute until Harry sat down on the ground, pulling me with him, but then I stood back up and wobbled into the bedroom, pulling off my dress and putting on one of Harry's t-shirts.

I went to walk back into the living room, but then Harry crawled up to the doorway and I giggled, holding one of my legs up like he was going to attack.

"You wanna go to the beach, baby?" he slurred, pulling me back down to the floor with him.

"And do what?" I laughed.

"Skinny dip..." He drew out the words and I smiled drunkenly.

I stood up and he took off his jacket and his boots, and then we took off out of the apartment and towards the back.

As soon as we walked outside, the blur of the white sand and blue water made me smile. It looked so beautiful at night.

Once Harry made it next to me, we looked at each other and smiled.

I slipped my underwear off and his mouth dropped, "Come on." I let out a heavy sigh and he slipped his pants off.

Then he let out a yell and we began to run towards he ocean, taking the rest of our clothes off and collapsing into the water.