Can we do it all over again?

Forgive her?

Taylor's POV.

I don't know when will i get my mind back, everything was dizzy, blurry but amazing. I was actually enjoying every second and feelings that it brought.

I wasn't myself, and I knew everything was because of the vodka shots I got myself. I think I actually drank every type of alcoholic drink present at the club.

It was almost like the time I got drunk in the bus, when I drank everything Ed bought for himself and I ended up calling Harry, confessing how much I miss him. But this time it was different.

I opened my eyes to look at his face buried in my neck as he was kissing me, giving me love bites. A small moan escaped my mouth and I tugged on his hair harder. Making him bite me harder. I pulled him from his hair and leaned in, even though he was laying over me I just needed the kiss on my lips at this time instead of my neck.

His lips were unfamiliar, nothing like soft, full of list and rough. I almost cringed every time I thought he was as drunk as I was and how his breath smelled but then again mine smelled as much bad.

I was drunk to even notice that his hands were moving from my face down to my breasts, he slowly grabbed them and I moaned yet again in to his mouth, I could feel him smiling, happy after getting himself a moan.

I felt the urge to stop him, but instead I used all my energy to flip him over, when I was laying on top of him I looked straight in to his dark eyes, full of lust. Dying to do it.

I smirked at him, seeing him shocked with the way I flipped him, when my eyes travelled down, I almost gasped that I didn't realize he was half naked, only in his boxers.

I leaned in to his neck, and started treating him the same way he was treating me minutes ago.

We stayed teasing each other, kissing on every part on our upper torsos for what seemed like hours, sometime he above me or him below me.

I realized what he was doing when his hands travelled to remove my pants, I unintentionally slapped them away, as if I got my consciousness the exact second.

"What? Do you want me to remove the shirt first and give you more pleasure? We have the whole night girl, I could do both at the same time to by the way" his looks made me almost throw up or kill myself.

What was I doing? Who was he? I don't even know his name? Where is harry? I want my harry? Where am I? How did I get here? I need harry!! He will kill me! Oh my gawd what have I done.

How am I gonna stop him?

"I...I needed to use the washroom" I whispered closing my eyes, waiting for him to shout at me.

"I can join you babe" his voice even raspier than harry.

My harry.

I am so sorry.

"No.. Please just a minute" with that I pushed him off me and ran inside the bathroom.

Locking instantly ...in this strange hotel I was in. It sucked, it was cheap I could feel the bathroom was never cleaned in years, it smelled bad. I quickly turned to find a mirror and I got a little more of my consciousness back after looking at my self, my eyes got literally wide open.

Bags because of crying visible, lips swollen, red because of hours of making out with a freaking stranger. Hair looked like I actually slept with him, and my neck? Full of the marks he left on it, red spots visble on it the whole.

No wonder he was just giving me love bites for hours, that was the result.

Thank god at least I was fully clothed. I took some breaths and walked out again.