Hostage - Harry Styles

Chapter 3

Emma's POV

I can't do this, not in front of them. I can't get drunk and do stupid things.

I turned 21 last month, now it's Nina's turn and she really doesn't want to be drunk by herself. The boys said they don't really mind drinking, as long as we all get drunk together.

The problem is, when I drink, I get really crazy. I found out that one too many can seriously put me in a state of mind that I personally don't like.

"Please, Emma," Nina whispers. "They are counting on us to have fun with them! You don't even have to take too many, just like three."

"Nina, two shots make me tipsy." I sigh.

"No, I lied to you," she smiles. "The last time we drank, you had five shots. I told you it was two so that you would freak out about drinking."

"So I'm not as light weight as I thought?" I gotta admit, I'm surprised.

"Nope, in fact, you're better than me. If I drink 4 shots, I'm out."

I laugh, she had shots for the first time the day of my birthday. She didn't want me to be the only one drinking so she drank some.

We never really drank before turning 21, we just tried alcohol. I hated it so much that I threw up. But ever since last month, my dad gives me a beer whenever I go to their house. He says that since Connor can't drink yet, I have to sit and drink beers with him.
I guess I've grown to tolerate it.

"Fine," I make eye contact with Harry. "But just three, I don't want to do anything stupid."

"Yay!" Nina smiles and pulls me towards the table where there are shots lined up for everyone.

"Ready?" Nina looks at everyone and they nod.

Nina counts to three and we all take a shot. I instantly feel the cold liquid burn my throat, and I consider stopping. I look at Harry and we share the same look of disgust. He seems to hate it too, or at least I think so. Everyone else takes another shot after another and I just smile and watch as Harry sits pretending to take more.

"Isn't this great!" Nina laughs, the alcohol getting to her and making her words slur.

"Very!" Liam chuckles as he looks around.

His eyes set on something or someone, and he smirks. He whispers something to Niall and Louis and they follow his eyes. They all smile and nod, then without a word, they leave. Zayn looks at them and rolls his eyes playfully.

"Harry, wanna dance?" Nina shouts, she smiles at him.

"No, thank you," Harry shouts back. "Maybe later."

Nina nods and sighs. Zayn then whispers something in Nina's ear and they walk off to the dance floor, leaving Harry and me alone.

"Not a big drinker, huh?" Harry interrupts my thoughts.

"Not really, I mean, not when we're in public, you know?" I yell over the music.

"Yeah, I get it," he yells back and frowns. "Wanna get out of here?" 

I look for Nina, who is dancing very closely with Zayn, she seems like she won't mind. I turn to Harry and nod, he smiles and takes my hand. I take a deep breath as he pulls me through the crowd. We weave through the sweaty masses and quickly get out. The boys have personal drivers, and I'm guessing Harry called one up before he asked me. We get outside and a black car is ready for us. We hop in and I start to feel nervous.