Summer Love- Harry Styles / Ashton Irwin

Chapter 29

"Ariah?" A voice echoed through the empty bus.

Id gone home and Ashton seemed to stay, and now Harry is here.

"In here!" I called effortlessly, Harry emerging soon after.

"Hey sexy." He smirked and I frowned.

"Are you drunk?" My brow raised and on the verge of smiling he began to laugh.

"No." He sat besides me, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

"I think you are." I laughed softly and he dipped his head.

"Maybe a little." I raised my eyebrow once again. "Okay maybe a lot." He threw his hands in the air in defeat and I nodded.

"Thought so" I sighed and he stood up.

"But only because I got jealous!" He slurred in a childish way, throwing his hands about.

"What?"

"You! You made me drink because I saw you with that- that jerk and it hurt, my heart hurts." He pouted and my heart pounded against my chest.

"He's my boyfriend, Harry.." I said lowly and he took in a breath.

"But you were my girlfriend first!" He yelled and I rolled my eyes.

"This again?"

"Yes Ariah, you were mine first okay? I have dibs." Okay he was very drunk.

"Dibs?" I laughed. "Harry I think its time you went to sleep." I stood up and he quickly took my hands.

"Only if I can sleep with you." He stared directly into my eyes.

"Oh really?"I joked and his eyes widened.

"No, not like that, I mean unless you want to of course." He smirked.

I didn't respond, just laughed.

He took a step closer, our bodies now closer than ever as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Do you? Want me?" His voice seemed lower and a lot more sober like.

My breath hitched in my throat as he brushed his lips against mine.

"Just say the word and Im yours." He whispered as his teeth grazed along my ear.

"Harry-" I choked, feeling speechless.

He pressed his lips against mine, the ecstatic feeling taking over my body as he swiftly lifted me around his waist, pressing me against the wall.

I pulled away, catching my breath.

"We shouldn't." I spoke unsurely.

I really wanted this, but its not fair on Ashton no matter how much of an ass he can be.

"Just one night." He mumbled against my neck as he littered kisses along my neck.

"Just one night." The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them.

"That's more like it." He growled in my ear, smashing his lips onto mine once again and carrying me to the sofa.

"The door." I breathlessly whispered.

God forbid anyone walked in.

He groaned, stumbling to the door.

"Harry?"

"Yeah baby?" My heart fluttered. He called me baby.

"Are you still drunk?" I swallowed.

"No, im not." He smiled and I nodded.

"Good." I spoke before he slipped off his shirt and climbed on top of me once again.

"I've waited so long for this." He remarked before running his hands up my dress.

Im going to hell.