Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

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We took one car to the bar, which I thought was a bad idea, but then again, I didn't say anything.

Louis drove while I sat in the passenger seat and Harry rode in the back. He'd made a fuss about it, but Louis shut him up. It made me laugh.

When we arrived, there were a ton of other cars parking outside. I wasn't really sure why they insisted on coming to this bar. It was the busiest and most expensive. Louis' parents were loaded, so it never really bothered him to spend money.

We got out of the car and Louis took my hand as we walked to the front entrance. I couldn't help but smile at the sweet act. Harry held the door open. I looked at him as I walked through, but he turned away from me soon after. The three of us found a table near the bar. There was a game on, so tons of guys showed up tonight. The only other girls here were waitresses.

One of the waitresses showed up and got our first drink order, bringing them back moments later.

I took a shot and tried to appear entertained. Louis' hand rubbed along my thigh, running a little too high up. Louis seemed really interested in the game and even got caught up in the hype as it came to the third quarter of the football game. We were all on our third or fourth round of drinks. My head was already spinning, but I still knew exactly what I was doing.

I looked over at Harry, who happened to be watching me again. Neither of us looked away for a few moments. I was the one to break it.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," I told Louis, bringing his hand to my lips and kissing his knuckles. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

Manuvering through the guys in the crowd, I finally made it to the restroom. Stepping inside, I walked to the mirror. I wanted to be home right now, not here. I fixed my hair, attempting my cover more of my chest with the long strands of brown hair.

I liked being here with Louis, but it felt so foreign. We just weren't the dating types, at least for each other. I was still hurting with the memories of last year, and I don't think I could ever take things with him seriously while I had those events locked in the back of my mind.

There was a knock on the door, which was odd since this was a multi-stall bathroom and it wasn't locked. Walking over, I opened it up to see Harry standing on the other side.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Is anyone else in there?" He asked me, not answering my question.

"No-"

He pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, locking the door. I didn't know what he was doing, but he pressed me up against the door and lifted my leg up around his waist. He dug his pelvic bone into me and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I barely spoke, my eyes closed. My body was overcome with the feeling of pleasure and I was tempted to dig my fingers into his hair.

"That...fucking...sweater," he said. His mouth moved to my neck. I could feel his teeth biting at my skin, leaving bruises, before he would run over them with his tongue.

"You're such an asshole."

I would forget who exactly it was assaulting me up against the bathroom wall. All the feelings I had against him melted away with each flick of his tongue. Harry tried to move up to my mouth, but I took my hand and put it across his to keep our lips from locking. His eyebrows furrowed together and I rolled my eyes at him. My leg was still wrapped around his waist. I could feel the buldge in his pants pressing against me through his tight black jeans.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you on something right now?" I gritted through my teeth. The moments of pleasure had vanished and I was now just overcome with anger and annoyance. He just laughed as I removed my hand.