Insane

//Shots//

Chase's POV

It was a nice Friday so far. I had gone to class, gotten lunch with Dani, and when we got back to the dorm, she popped in an extremely hilarious movie.

"Hey, Chase?"

"Yes?"

"How would you feel about going out tonight? With Niall and I?"

"Depends. Where?"

"A really nice pub downtown. Well, it's supposedly nice."

"I don't know, Dani. I've got a lot of studying I need to do, and-"

"Please Chase? Just tonight. I won't ask you anymore."

"I guess so. But you are not putting me into a dress. You can forget about it."

An hour later, I was in a dress. It wasn't that bad, as I had figured. It was actually appealing.

Dani drove us downtown. I had never really been around much since I moved here, so it was nice to see the change in scenery from Portland.

When we arrived, we hopped out of the car, and Dani was checking her lipgloss and other lady essentials. Might i add, very fidgety at the least.

"Hey Dani, you okay?"

"What? Yes of course. Why do you ask?"

"You don't seem all there. You nervous?"

"No, no."

She paused, and looked up at me.

"Well, maybe a little."

"Don't be, Dani. Any guy would be absolutely lucky to have someone like you. Now go reel him in."

She just giggled as we made our way inside. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the devil himself sitting, taking a sip of Bacardi.

Along with Niall. Dani was still unaware of the events that had taken place a few days before.

Niall and Dani took seats a few places down, and I sat as far away from Harry as possible. Which was the seat right beside him. We were in a pub on a Friday, what did you expect?

"What are you doing here?"

"Dani wanted me to come, moral support."

He ordered a straight vodka shot, and as soon as it was down, I ordered myself one.

After six shots, and a glass of Bacardi for myself, I was pretty far gone.

As I looked around at the bar, I saw that Dani and Niall had most likely gotten drunk and smuggled themselves out of here without me taking notice.

I slurred my way over to Harry, and he stood to his feet. He grabbed my arm and we made our way outside. I couldn't really tell what we were doing, but I guess it really didn't matter.

"What are you doing Harry?"

Before I could utter another intoxicated mumble, my back was pushed against the hard brick wall. Harry was towering over me, and I could barely see him from the darkness outside, and the jumbled alcohol running throughout my system.

He let his hands run over my chest, and his fingertips were slightly grazing along my shoulder. His mouth made its way to my neck, as he began sucking on a chosen spot near my collar bones. When he was done, he ran his tongue over the bruise he had created. His eyes met me, and his lips lightly brushed over mine. His lips finally met mine in a very rushed and harsh manner. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip, and I gracefully accepted the invitation. Our tongues ran together in such a beautiful form, it was like we were a puzzle that had finally been solved. The feeling was indescribable.

When he pulled away, I could feel my lips puckered out as well as I could feel the cold air dancing around me. I was sobered up a bit now, I was fully aware of what had just happened.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean, Chase?"

"I mean, why did you kiss me?"

"I- I didn't mean to."

"I'm pretty sure you did."

"Shut up Chase! Just shut up!"

He was waving his hands around in front of me, as if trying to prove a point.

"No, I want to know why you did that."

"Chase, shut the fuck up. Im warning you now."

His fists were clenched, and his eyes were narrowed at me. He had gotten closer over the course of the minute we'd been arguing.

"Why do I need to shut-"

Before I could finish my sentence, my cheek began to sting. My head turned to the side from the sudden impact.

Harry had slapped me. Right across the damn cheek.

I knew there would be a bruise, it's not like he's some wimpy teenage girl throwing a slap.

"I told you, Chase. I told you to stop. Why can't you just listen to me?"

By now, I was once again backed up on the same wall that we had just shared an intimate moment upon.

I just stared at the ground, with my fingers crossed together in front of me.

"I asked you a question. I said why can't you just listen to me? Dammit Hanna!"

I just met eyes with him, why did he call me Hanna?

"Who is Hanna?"

"How do you know that name?"

"You just called me Hanna."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah-"

He began to shake my shoulders back and forth, and started screaming in my face.

"I did not! Don't you ever say that name again! Do to understand me?"

I took off. I ran all the way to the dorm, I ran and I didn't look back.