Chapter 27

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-Hazel-

"Leonardo, lets make this girly," I smiled.

"No, paige. It's strictly manly and that's final," Leo studied the trifold.

I groaned and Keaton sat down next to me.

"Do you have a boyfriend or anything?.." he asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Who? I'm sure he can't be hotter then me," Keaton grinned wide.

"Well aren't you cocky..And he is hotter then you. Way hotter."

Leo looked at me, his brown thick hair spiked in the front but normal in the back.

"Keaton, back off. She's dating Harry styles and he is probably the most protective guy there is," Leo told him.

"You're dating that Faggot?" Keaton looked at my face.

"He's not a faggot. Stop being so ignorant," I glared.

"He's obviously gay.."

"He is not."

"Harry styles is gay, he hasn't even kissed a girl.." Keaton scoffed.

"Shut up. He's kissed me so.."

Keaton looked smug and walked back into his room.

I checked the clock.

"Leo, I'm sorry. I have to go. I'm an hour late. I will be back tomorrow to finish this. Thanks for having me," I quickly told him and ran to my car.

I got in and drove home.

Harry was waiting for me outside, with his arms crossed.

"You're late. Exactly one hour late," He snared.

"Harry, we were busy.."

"With what? Kissing?" Harry glared.

"My god. You are so jealous. We were working on a science fair project, and that's all," I responded and stormed inside.

Harry ran after me and grabbed me from behind.

"Let go."

"No."

"Harry let go, now."

"Nope."

I whined some more, trying to make him release me.

"You are going to watch a movie and dinner with me, okay?" Harry ordered.

"No. It's too late to eat food, and I want to sleep."

"Hazel.." He looked at me.

"I said no."

"Come on babe," Harry Pleaded.

To be honest, I hated when guys called girls 'babe' or 'princess' or 'Sweetheart' or even 'Honey.'

Girls have specific names, and it's not like we are dogs who answer to anyone.

"Don't call me babe, Harry."

"Why?"

"I hate that word, and I'm not saying anymore," I narrowed my eyes.

"Why are you grumpy?" He questioned.

"Well, baby. Why don't we talk about it over movie and a dinner?" I smirked, almost mocking him.

"Not funny. Just go to bed..ill see you tomorrow," Harry said.

"Thank you," I sarcastically blew him a kiss and walked to my room.

I didn't stay long to hear his reaction, but I heard the clanging of glass bottles.

A stench of Alcohol swept into my senses, and I ran to wake up Eleanor.

"Wake up, hurry," I shook her.

She got up and rubbed her eyes.

"What? What's all the noise?" Eleanor muttered while trying to see through her blurry vision.

I didn't need to respond, for we had our answer already.

Harry and Louis had been drinking.

Harry was on maybe, his 3rd shot glass when I stopped him.

"Harry, what the hell?" I asked pissed off.

It's obvious that when someone drinks shots, they are drinking to get drunk.

Shots have three times more alcohol then a normal bottle, that's why it's stronger then actual beer or wine.

"Harry stop," I begged.

Eleanor was trying to stop Louis, who was already on his 5th shot glass.

I had no response from Harry.

As he picked up his fourth little glass, I slapped it out of his hands, onto the floor.

Glass shot everywhere, along with the alcohol.

"Go back to bed, Hazel," Harry slurred with droopy eyes.

I emptied all of his full shot glasses, there was 6 left to go.

I grabbed Harry and dragged him to his room.

He refused to lay down, so I shoved him onto his bed.

"Oh I like where this is going," he smirked.

Even though he was drunk, he was still a pervert.

"HA. No," I said while getting up.

"Well good, because I kissed Kendall Jenner while you were studying. Oopsy," Harry muttered while falling over.

"No you didn't, you wouldn't," I looked at him.

"Oh I did, and man, she's hotter then you."

It was clearly the alcohol speaking, but I couldn't help but think that he actually did kiss her.

Two words mentally slapped me across the face before I could respond.

"We're over," Harry slurred.

I bit my lip and walked out of his room.

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Ewww it's short again sorry

I have a snow day bc it's -1 degrees out

Yay

Ill try to do more all day

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