Delusion

Chapter 13.

okay so im just going to skip to the party so I don't have to bore you guys with all the boring details of earlier that day. So Lacey and Matt are just arriving at the party. (:

I walk into the crowded house with Matt. I cant believe I'm actually going to another party after everything that happened last time. I shouldn't really be worried about it anyway since Harry and I aren't even a couple anyway. It just pisses me off how someone can lead you on, and then just kiss another girl right in front of you. And then get pissed because I got invited to a party. Doesn't make any sense.

I would like to try to make this night the best I possibly can. I'm not going to drink a lot because I tend to do the unexpected when I drink. Maybe just 2 drinks would be nice.

I follow Matt into the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the bar stools. I quickly look around making sure Harry isn't anywhere in sight so I can prepare myself.

"What would you like to drink?" Matt asks, shooting me a perfect smile.

I think for a minute before answering, "Ill just take a shot of tequila,"

He looks slightly surprised for a moment before pouring the shot, and sliding it over to me. I stare at it for a moment until smiling up at Matt. I watch as he pours himself a glass of which looks like bourbon. He takes a big swig of it before sitting across from me.

"So tell me about your family," He asks unaware of everything that happened these past couple of days.

I down my shot quickly, before pouring myself another shot and downing it. I don't know what has gotten into me. I was always such a good girl, never went to parties. I used to spend my weekends studying and spending time with my dad, rather than going out. Look at me now. Im drinking a ton of shots. Such a change.

"Wanna dance?" I change the subject.

His eyes widens, nodding his head. He finishes off his drink before grabbing my hand leading me to where everyone is dancing. I watch as all the girls are grinding up against the guys. I've never actually done this before so I'm just going to go with the flow.

Harry's POV

I've been making out with this girl for the pas 10 minutes now. I think her name is Hannah .. Heather? I have no idea. But I just cant get Lacey out of my mind. She should be at the party right now, I need to find her. I don't know why I'm attracted to her so much, but I just am.

I grab the girl in front of me by the waist, and pull her off. She scoffs at me before walking out of the bathroom. I roll my eyes, making my way downstairs. I haven't actually had a drink yet tonight. I would like to keep it like that so I don't to anything stupid.

I reach the bottom of the stairs, scanning the room for her. I impatiently run my hand threw my hair, looking around. I walk In the kitchen but she isn't there. I turn around and look at the dance floor. My eyes go wide, rage filling up inside of me.

I look to see Lacey grinding against that asshole Matt. She began dancing to the beat of the music. Her butt pressed against the front of his jeans. His hands placed firmly on her waist, moving with the motion of her hips. One of her arms hooked over his neck, as she placed her other one on top of his hand. Fucking asshole.

I clench my fists, not knowing whether I should go over there and beat the living shit out of him, or brush it off and go find that girl I was kissing earlier.

I was just about to go back upstairs until I see Matt starting to kiss down her neck. Fuck no, that's not happening.

I storm over to them grabbing her by her wrist, away from him. I try to hold back the anger I'm feeling right now. I don't want to scare her.

"What do you think your doing?" I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm dancing," She giggles. Shit, shes drunk.

"Yeah man, where just dancing," Matt butts in, smirking at me. I know exactly what hes doing, he trying to act like the nice guy when he isn't.

I spin my body around so that I'm facing him. I swing my arm and punch him right in his jaw. He falls straight to the ground. Hah. Bastard.

I feel a small hand wrap around my arm. I turn to see Lacey standing behind me, eyes wide. Shit, I forgot she was here.

I grab her by the waist and lead her upstairs into one of the guest rooms. I need to get the hell away from all of that. There is so much going on. It going to make me crazy.

"W-why did you do that?" She asks me.

"Its not a good idea to be with him," I firmly state, not making eye contact.

"Are you jealous or something?" She laughs.

Yes.

"No not at all," I lie.

She nods, peering down at my hands. I look down to see my knuckles cut up and bleeding. My adrenaline was so high that I didn't even feel the pain.

"Here let me help you," She grabs my hands gently, leading me into the bathroom.

I sit down on the rim of the bath tub, admiring her every move. She is just so beautiful. she's not like the other girls I have met before. She so innocent and kind. Usually I just go for the whores to be honest. But Lacey is just so .. Different.

She pulls out some cotton balls and periox side. She sits down next to me, gently dabbing the bloody area.

"So how are you so good at this medical stuff?"

"Well I'm actually going to school to be a doctor so I know how to patch up wounds and all of that kind of cool stuff," She explains laughing.

"Oh wait you have a cut above your eyebrow. I guess he did throw a pretty good punch on you," She winks. Woah.

She dabs the cut above my eyebrow. I look into her eyes intently, looking at every feature of her face. I slowly lean in, not knowing what I'm doing, but doesn't stop. I lean so far in that our faces are only centimeters apart. I crash my lips into hers, putting my hand on her cheek. She hesitates for a moment, before kissing me back. This is so wrong, but so right.

Lacey's POV

What am I doing?! I shouldn't be kissing him, I'm still pissed. But the alcohol says different. I blame the alcohol for my actions. Even though this is so wrong, it feels so right.

We were now standing up and against the counter in the bathroom. Our lips still interlocked. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, asking for a entrance. I allow him access, parting my lips slightly.

He lifts me up, I maneuvered my legs to wrap around his waist. Walking towards the bedroom, our lips stayed locked to each other. Roughly showing how much we desired each others touch.

As we neared the bed, his breathing accelerated. As did mine.

He gently layed me down on the bed, still kissing me. I run my hands through his hair tugging lightly, him moaning in approval. He plays with the hem of my shirt, looking at me in approval. I hesitantly nod. He lifts my shirt over my head, staring at me. I look at him but hes already looking at me.

"I ... um don't think I can do this .." His eyes are full of hurt for a unknown reason.

"Wha -" I'm cut off my him storming out of the room.

That hurt me so much. Did I do something wrong? I feel tears streaming down my face, as I put my shirt back on. I dig my keys out of my pocket and run through the house and out to my car, not caring if I'm causing a seen.

I know I'm drunk and I'm not supposed to be driving, but I could care less. At least I live close by.

I arrive at the apartment, and storm into mine and burst into tears. I never want to talk to him ever again. I don't want to look at him ever again. Im done. Im moving out and finding a different apartment ..

Omfg I'm so proud of this chapter! This took me 2 hours to write because I kept changing it around. cx I really hope you guys liked it also! Please  VOTE! It only takes a second, it means so much to me!(: