Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Sixteen

I'm in the same situation like I was when I got drunk the last time. I'm about to make out with a stranger in a restroom, not knowing if this will continue in a taxi and end up in her bed, maybe next day I find out she's married. Savannah's in my mind right now and I'm trying to calm my hormones down. It doesn't matter how drunk I am I won't let this girl give me my first blow job ever.

Her fingers hold my waistband, and I look down at her, "I don't want to," I slur. I don't feel my tongue and I let out a moan as she smirks and grabs my crotch. I'm hard at the thought of her taking all of me in her mouth.

"It's a favor; the least you can do is say thanks," She starts massaging me and I shut my eyes, biting my lips but no avail to hold back another moan. She licks her lips and she grabs my underwear and I quickly grab her hands, pulling her up.

So I guess when I'm drunk, I'm even more horny that usual, but I'm controlling myself now - having Savannah in my mind. I would never cheat on Savannah. We're not exactly in a relationship, but we're not friends either. And right now I don't want anybody, just Savannah. If someone is going to blow me, it has to be Savannah with those beautiful, pink lips of hers.

"I know you want to," She whispers, and I know if I was sober I would vomit in her face but I find this hot. It takes all in me to pull my trousers back on and not make her drops onto her knees again.

This doesn't happen often. Fuck, this has never happened in my life; a random girl wanting to...

Harry.

"Harry sent you to do this," My vision is blurred but I can see her nodding. Fucking asshole! I remember him saying something in her ear.

"He was going to pay me." She says. She isn't that drunk though, "I'm sorry."

"Well pretend it happened, let that motherfucker pay you."

When we get back to the table Harry looks at her and raises one eyebrow and she nods. He smirks and throw his arm over the blondie's shoulder.

*

"Hey buddy, Harry called and asked for me to get you aspirin," Liam got into the room, "He gave me the room key. He went out for awhile," he tells me like if I cared. It's been an hour since I arrived; I'm still drunk but not as much like awhile ago. My head is still spinning around. I know Harry is used to this feeling, that's why he isn't in bed like I am.

"Thanks, just put them here and leave," I hug the pillow.

"I know it's not the time but we have something to talk about."

"Yes, Liam, but I don't want to talk now."

There's a moment of silence until I hear the door slam closed. I punch the pillow and throw it on the wall.

Harry fucked my vacations with what he did. I'm down because he just made me realise that no woman wants me. He just paid her to do it. Is he sick? At least I noticed before I let her do it.

*

The next day, I call Savannah's phone when I'm outside in the balcony. I need to see her. Yesterday wasn't enough and I'm growing desires for her. She doesn't answer and I sigh.

"Morning, Niall, any plans for today?" Harry asks and I ignore him, calling Savannah again. No answer. "Niall."

"I want to tell you something," I face Harry, "You know I'm dating Savannah, you know I like her, you know she likes me," I get on his face, "Why would you pay a girl to fucking blow me?!" I raise my voice and he stays in shock with my sudden outburst, then he throws himself on the floor laughing.

"How did it go?"

"I didn't let her, Harry." I want to choke him, "Besides you don't know them, are you trying to get us in trouble? We can't trust anybody!"

"What a party pooper," He stands up.

"You crossed the fucking line, I'm angry. And I'm never angry, Styles!"

"Calm down, mate, it was just a joke."

"A joke? What are you trying to do? Ruin my thing with Savannah?"

"Look Niall, stop obsessing with her she's not even into you,"

"Stop saying that! Stop trying to make myself look like shit!" I push him, "What do you know about Savannah? You don't know her and when she's here you want to make her feel bad!"

I want his butt out of my business.

He pushes me and pokes twice my forehead.

"She's married, Niall. We have one week left in Miami and soon we're in tour again. What do you think this thing will go? Huh?"

"I'm going to get a tattoo," I mutter shoving the phone in my pocket.

"What?" He asks after five seconds.

"You heard me."

"Are you serious? Niall are you okay? You're being an ass."

"What? You were the first one to tell me to change," I scoff, changing my sweater, "How about I get a butterfly tattoo on my stomach to show how manly I am?" I snigger at him.

I walked out of the room and bump with Francis. She smiles.

"Hi."

"Not in the mood." I keep walking.



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I feel bad for Niall and I'm so mad at Harry lmao. I kinda understand him bc when I was 14 I was receiving cute letters from a cute boy and I was so happy until I found out my friend was making him to bc I was single and sad, so I was depressed bc he never really liked me lol I slapped my friend tho

What would be Niall and Savannah's ship name?

Siall? Saviall? Navannah? <<< this one reminded of Nirvana.

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