Remember Me (A Niall Horan and Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

Harry

As hours passed, things around me started to get fuzzy. My head and body started to feel heavy and there was already hot sensations flowing through me and all I wanted to do is to take off my clothes and lay down on a soft bed.

I’d already lost track of time. I also didn’t know how many shots I already had. I’d never been drunk like this before and I just felt like I wanted more.

The loud music was still ringing inside my ears but my attention wasn’t focused on the song playing on the background. I found myself walking, bumping into some shoulders and it took me a moment to realize that an arm was wrapped around me, stopping me from stumbling.

Suddenly, I heard a girl speak beside me, making me feel her hot breath on my ear. “Wanna come with me?” Her voice was so sweet and tempting.

I nodded my head, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Sure,” I replied in a sugary tone as I whispered on her ear. She giggled then she kissed me on my cheek.

Who was this girl again?! Uhmm... Mica? Mira? Ahh, Michelle -the girl with a perfect, sexy body. Gorgeous girl. Ahhh. I wished Victoria would see me like this! I wanted her to die with jealousy over this stunning girl I’m planning to spend the rest of my night with.

Michelle and I left the bar, walking out with our arms around each other. With my blurry vision, I still managed to see that the sun was about to rise over the horizon. It was already morning. Shit.

Michelle stood in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You okay, babe?” she asked as she cupped my hot face into her hands before lingering my lips with hot kisses. I kissed her back until a familiar image clouded my mind. I immediately pushed my lips off of Michelle’s after seeing Victoria’s face inside my horrible brain.

I started to catch my breath as well as Michelle after the kiss, oblivious that we already have to go home.

“S-sorry.” I said over a whisper.

Michelle looked up to me, stroking her thumb on my cheek. “For what, babe?”

“I-I think, we have to go home.” I demanded, putting her hands on her side.

“But... I still want to be with you.” Michelle pleaded with those puppy-dog-eyes look, I didn’t even know how to resist. She put her hand on my face again. “Please?”

I looked down at her. For how long had I already known this girl? One hour? Two hours? Or- My focus started to drift over Michelle when she started throwing up on me. Shiiiiit! The smell made me gag and I felt as if I wanted to throw up too.

“OH MY GOD, I-I’M SO SORRY, HARRY!” Michelle coughed as she stepped back away from me, walking towards a trash can.

“Are you okay? I mean... what’s your address? I’ll take you home.” I said as I gently rubbed her back, ignoring my sudden desire to go home and get a sound sleep.

She then gave me her address and I immediately called for a cab. It wasn’t a long drive though. The sun was already up and it made me think that it was already what, past 6 in the morning?    

I carried Michelle out of the cab who was now dead drunk. I steadied her on my side with my arm around her waist as I took her in inside her flat. I laid her down the couch first so I could take off my shirt she had threw up on before bringing her inside her bedroom, scooping her up on my arms.

“Harry, please don’t leave me here.” she demanded between hiccups.

“Okay, I’m here.” I told her before I walked towards the kitchen to get her a glass of cold water. But when I got back, I saw Michelle crying on the bed. I rushed towards her, putting the glass of water on her nightstand. “Michelle, what’s wrong?” I asked softly as I brushed a strand of her brown hair off her face.