Always (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen: Club Affairs

Harry's P.O.V

"Hey guys." Kellie's small voice is barely audible in the club, booming speakers and all.

"Kellie? Wait- what?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, looking back and forth between her and Niall.

She doesn't respond to me, but insteads goes off to the other side of the booth to greet the others.

Louis is clearly happy seeing Kellie here, Liam looks surprised but glad to see her, and Zayn's passed out already.

I look at niall questioningly and scowl.

"Why the hell did you bring kellie here!" I scream over the loud music.

He shrugs, "I just thought.. you know" he said grinning sheepishly.

"You do know she's taken." I said, nodding at Kellie, who is now chugging down a cherry vodka.

Great.

"That hasn't stopped you before." He said, winking.

I am about to respond but he walks away before I have the chance to.

She isn't just any girl.

I walk over to Kellie and see that she has already downed two glasses of tequila.

What the actual fuck?

"Kellie, I think you're drinking way too much." I warn her, trying to get my hands on the drink in her hand.

She dodges my hand and sticks her tongue out.

"Try and catch me harreh" She teases, moving left to right.

I stare at here and try not to laugh at how ridiculous she looks.

Liam and Louis are laughing at her and I'll bet a hundred dollars that Louis was the one who handed her the drinks.

I look at Liam seriously and speak, "You're acting very Louis right now leey-um"

He shakes his head and shrugs.

"Well, you're acting very Liam right now and- oh wait it looks like kellie's chatting with some bloke over there" Liam says pointing to the other side of the club.

I see Kellie at the other side of the bar, doing what I think is an attempt of side stepping with some blond git.

The guy seems very amused, but is looking at her in a way that I don't find very comfortable.

Before I know it I'm beside Kellie.

I nod at the blond guy who doesn't seem at all startled with actions and continues to sip- what I assume is- an alcoholic beverage.

"Hey mate, sorry but me and my friend here-" I said pointing at my quite frankly intoxicated friend, "-are just about to leave so you may go now." I say, making a small movement of my hand that is meant to be translated as shoo.

Kellie looks puzzled but is too drunk to retort to me, so instead she leans on my side because I assume she can barely stand anymore.

Blondie looks me over and smiles smugly, "What are you? Her keeper or shit?" he says, raising his eyebrow slightly.

I'm about to respond to him with all the horrific words I could think of but then I notice my hand had connected with his jaw, and he's sitting on the ground holding the side of his face which I assume I hit.

Pathetic.

"No, unlike you I was raised with manners and when one of my friends are incapable of making the right decisions, I help them." I spit.

He narrows his eyes and stands, brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes.

He walks pass me purposely hitting my shoulder with his, and mumbles, "Wasn't even that pretty anyway."

Bitch.

I grab him buy his collar, and send a hard blow to his stomach, and he tries to hit a side of my face but I dodge him and smack him on his head.

He stumbles a little but I catch him by his shoulders and whisper in his ear, "You. You illiterate piece of shit, don't know what real beauty is, and is too dumb to react when he sees it, So shut the fuck up and go back to where you belong. Probably in some mangy tacky hotel."

I shove him, and turn away before he can even try to hit me back.

I had completely fotgotten that Kellie was there, and she was looking at me with a horrified expression.

But here fear wasn't directed at me, it was directed at the whole situation.

She stumbles to me and grabs my am, gripping it tightly.

"Harry? Are you alright? Are you hurt? What were you guys talking about?" She asks, checking my body for any sign of injury.

At least it seems she may have sobered up, even a little.

I stare at her intently, but she is too busy examining me for her to notice.

I don't know how anyone could find anything off putting in her, because everytime I look at her I am reminded that some poeple can be utterly perfect.

She's perfect.

Her lips, Her eyes, the dimple that appears on her right cheek whenever she smiles, everything.

I stare at her, and tuck the loose strand of hair falling on her face behind her ear.

She looks up at me and finally notices how I'm looking at her.

"Harry-"she begins, but I cut her off by kissing her.

My lips meet her's and the moment is utterly perfect.

I grab her waist, and bite her lower lip, asking for entrance.

For a moment I feel she was gonna give it to me, but she comes to her senses and shoves me away from her.

And the moment is over.

She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, and looks at me incredulously, and before I know it she slaps me on my left cheek.

"Harry!" she whispers, as if anyone in this goddamn club that is drowning with endorphines cares about what is happening.

"You! You kissed me!" She shouts, running a hand through her hair.

I don't respond, because I don't have a response.

I'm not sorry.

She then accepts I won't fight her and walks past me (stumbling a bit, which means she still might be drunk) but I grab her arm and put my mouth near her ear and say, "I'm going to make you mine."

I let go of her hand and she looks alarmed.

She runs back to the booth to where everyone else is, and I can't help but smile.

I'm going to take her back from Logan, and I have no intention of stopping.

A/N:

SO I am using the computer while my mom isn't here, and I'm sorry if this is a short update (my mom will come home any moment)

and I can't edit it because I have no time to reread so, sorry if there are any mistakes. :(

Oh and by the way, kellie doesn't remember what happened in this chapter, but I'll explain it in the next.

Okay bye