Chapter 7

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 Chapter 7

*Harry's POV*

For the past hour, I have sat on my bed, just thinking.

Why wouldn't she do it with me? I am HARRY F*****G STYLES!....

But I do love her, and I should respect her choice....

But I just wish she would have sex with me....

Although, she did kind of have a point when she called me a man-whore.....

BUT SERIOUSLY, WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LOSE THEIR VIRGINITY HARRY STYLES?

There is only one solution to my probelm: Get drunk.

I ran down the stairs, grabbed my car keys, and ran out the front door.

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"Beer please," I shoved my words into the bartender's face, sliding my ID across the counter. He examined it, and quickly returned it to me, proceeding to pour me a beer. He handed me an icy cold glass of beer. As I took my first swig, my body relaxed, and I was, for once, actually happy to be getting drunk.

*Several beers later*

"Hey, you're Harry Styles. Wanna have some fun tonight?", said a tacky bottle blonde. She stumbled closer to me.

"Yeh, babz, lez gooo bwack to myieee plazzze," I slurred. I grabbed her hand and we ran back to my car.

***

 "Oh Harry," she sighed in between kisses.

We were making out in the back of my car. Am I classy or what?

"Oh yeah, Jacquelyn.." I started to kiss up her neck.

"JACQUELYN? WHO'S JACQUELYN?"

"What..." I slurred. I was still pretty drunk.

"There's someone else isn't there," the bottle blonde argued, "I'm so done. Goodbye, man-whore."

She grabbed her purse and got out of the car.

Did I really say Jacquelyn?

Oh my god.

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