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.
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"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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