Before She Falls

Chapter 47

Making our way back to the hotel was a little more difficult than leaving it. Paparazzi must have been tipped off by someone that saw us all in the restaurant because when the ten of us stumbled outside, a mob of people had already been forming around the door. Thank goodness the boys' drivers decided to team up with the restaurant security to help us through the crowd. The fact that all of us are incredibly drunk and also the fact that camera flashes keep blinding us are extremely bothersome when we're already tripping over our own feet to try to make it to the cars. It's hard to ignore the constant screams and intrusive questions but I contain myself pretty well by just keep my head down and following the path of Harry's black boots on the concrete sidewalk.

"Zayn, Perrie! Look this way!"

"When's the wedding?"

"Louis, Eleanor! Louis!"

"Liam, Danielle! Are you two back together?"

"Is this a group date?"

"Niall, is this your girlfriend? What's her name? Is she a fan? Are you dating a fan?"

"Liam how do you feel about your cousin dating Harry?"

"Harry! Harry!"

"Katrina! Can you confirm your relationship?"

"Why aren't you dating Kendall anymore, Harry?"

Harry's hand finds mine and he pulls me behind him, even with all the paps and fans watching us. I didn't know what to expect when the public actually spotted us again. I wasn't really sure if Harry would act like we are a couple or not but I can say that I am happily surprised that he's showing me affection even with all the eyes and cameras on us.

"Harry are you dating Katrina again? Are the break-up rumors true?"

"Katrina, look this way!"

"Please, one more picture for us!"

I latch onto the back of his jacket and follow behind him like a lost puppy through the mob of people and bright flashes. Harry holds the door open for me when we reach the car. Vanessa and Niall hop in behind me and then Harry slams the door behind him and the screams finally subside to a dull roar.

"Think they'll know we're drunk?" Niall's slurred speech makes it even more difficult to understand his Irish accent but somehow Harry understands him.

"I think we're okay" Harry answers and loops his arm behind my back. "They never assume we are."

Niall starts laughing and can't stop.

"Alright, bed time when we get back to the hotel" Vanessa cups the side of Niall's giggling face.

"No" Niall sounds like a child that's not allowed to stay up late on a Friday night. "Don't you want to stay awake with me?"

I zone out of Niall and Vanessa's conversation when I feel Harry's face right next to mine, the smal curls on the side of his head brushing against my cheek.

"Hear that? Bed time when we get back" Harry whispers warmly into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear him.

"Yeah. So when we get back we're going right to sleep because I am so ti-" Harry stops my lips from moving by kissing me. His arm around me tightens and his hand grips onto the side of my dress while his other is resting gently around my neck.

"You're so what?" Harry's lips form a smirk as soon as he pulls his face away from mine.

"I'm too tired Har-" I am stopped again. But this time the interruption is Harry's hand resting on top of my thigh, slowly inching its way to the end of my red dress.

"What was that?" Harry purrs and I can't even act like I don't want to give in to him right now in the back of this limo with Niall and Vanessa just feet away from us. I realize how bestial that sounds and I have to hide my face with my hand to cover my embarassed smile.

"Harry stop" I place my hand over his to stop his movement and glance over my shoulder at Niall and Vanessa who don't even notice me because they're tongues are down each other's throats. I turn back around and Harry's smile grows across his face.

"C'mon" Harry's hand grips around my thigh with his large hand, almost wrapping around the entirety of the top of my leg, and then moves his fingers to play with the hem of my dress.

"Harry" I whine and his fingers continue to fumble around with the fabric at the bottom of my laced dress. "Not tonight."

"But I missed you" his pink lips turn into a pout and I lean forward to give them a kiss.

"I missed you too" I peck his lips again, loving the taste of his mouth on mine.

I could write a book about Harry's lips. The color; the brightest shade of pink I've ever seen on a mouth without the use of lipstick. The motion; whenever he speaks it's like his lips caress every single syallable. The feeling; I'm convinced the only things softer than Harry Styles' lips are animal fur and Kleenex tissues. And whenever my lips find his, I'm overwelmed that something as simple as someone's lips could intice me so much.

"Will you just cuddle with me tonight, then?" He pulls my legs upward and onto his lap and I lean into his torso naturally. He places his hand right underneath my butt, that is barely even covered by my red dress.

"Of course" he brings his hand back to rest on my thigh again and I place mine on top of his. "Besides you need your energy for the show tomorrow night anyway."

Harry pulls away from my body to look into my eyes, a purely delighted smile on his face. I smirk and lick my lips.

His grin remains and his head cocks to the side, "You really think you'd be able to tire me out, kitten?"

"Kitten? That's a new one" I chuckle and my eyes travel to outside the window. The passing lights makes it look like the city streets are sparkling and my drunken mind believes that this must be one of the many reasons people enjoy coming to New York City, because it's always sparkling.

"You don't like it?" Harry tilts his head to look at me and his eyes look even bigger than usual and of course I can't help but stare into them. "I thought it fit you well."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask him with a smirk and then bring my eyebrows together.

"You're small and cute, but also feisty and you scratch" Harry tries to keep a straight face but his face soon breaks out into a smile.

"So feisty that I could wear you out after one night" I challenge him and his mouth drops a little in a joking manner.

"There's absolutely no way. Are you still stuck on that idea?"

I nod my head a couple times to I assure him and I don't think I've seen Harry's eyes so intense and his smile so wide.

"You're insane" he bites into his bottom lip and then crashes his mouth into mine.

"I am not. You're not as in shape as you think you are, Styles" I purposely tease him while I straighten the collar of his white button-down. "Plus you're sick still, so it'll be even easier."

"I work out!" Harry raises his voice in defense and I just giggle at his response. "And I've been getting better. My head doesn't hurt as much."

"Whatever babe" I laugh and lean back into the limousine seat.

"Whatever babe" Harry copies me in a high-pitched voice while making a silly face with his nose scrunched up.

"Oh? Okay, you can sleep on the couch with Zayn tonight while I stay in your bed alone" I humorously threaten him.

"No s'okay, I think we should just cuddle instead" Harry tucks his head into my neck and plants a kiss underneath my chin.