unexpected || h.s

0.6

It's been four days since Harry has come to school. He finally showed up today after I forced him to. He has missed do many days and I was starting to miss him because he wouldn't let me visit him. He claimed to be home because Gemma was visiting home from college, but she knows her brother and I know my best friend and that was cleary a little white lie.

I was on my way to my next class when I ran into Niall in the hall.

"Oh," he smiled.

"Hi," I replied shyly.

"Um, okay. So I know you're going to be late to class and you don't like that so I'm gonna make this quick," he paused, "do you wanna come to the movies with me on Friday?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'd love to go with you."

I rushed my rushed as he helped me get up to walk to our next class that we so happen to have together.

After class, I had study hall with Harry and I was glad to be able to see him again. However, then I see someone that makes the smile I've had on my face all day, just simply vanish.

"Hey, Paris." Monica snickers, putting emphasis on my name. I cringe at the way her eyes dart directly at me.

"Shut up. Don't talk to me." I simply state as I try to walk away but she grabs the crook of my arm.

"What did you say?" She asks.

"Oh, I know you heard me." I reply equally as harsh.

"Look, just because your precious little friend was heartbroken, doesn't mean you have the right to be rude, because I will hurt you."

I laugh at how ridiculous she sounds, "your words are nothing but empty threats, and if you think I'm scared of you, you're wrong."

She opened her mouth to speak but she widened her eyes as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Ready for study, babe?" He whispered and smiled against my ear. It was Harry. I could recognize his voice from a mile away.

"Um, hi." I tried to loosen my grip but he held me closer and kissed down my ear to my chin. His eyes focusing on me, then Monica, then me again.

He quickly spins me around me around and sets his arms around the small of my back before placing his lips over mine. He puts his hand on my cheek before I finally pull away. I search around for Monica but she isn't in sight.

"What the hell, Harry?"

"What?" He asks with a victorious grin on his face.

"Are you serious?" I ask looking over in his direction to find him staring at Monica.

"It's no big deal, Paris. Settle down."

He winks walking right passed me into study hall. He sits down at a round table before turning to me, still standing in front of him.

"I don't like the fact that you just used me to try and make her jealous. You know that isn't the way to solve this issue."

"So?" He smirked.

"So? All you have to say is so?" I ask while licking my lips and placing my hand on my hip.

"Look, Paris. I really don't see why its such a big deal that I kissed you. You didn't have a problem with it that night we--" I stopped him mid sentence placing my finger over his lips.

"Okay. Number one, you promised me you wouldn't ever bring up that night, and number two, when you learn to not be so cocky and immature, then you can have a civil conversation with me, until then, I don't want you speaking to me."

I sat at the farthest table away from him in the back of the room. I pulled out my chemistry notebook to go over my notes. I could feel Harry sneaking glances at me whenever I wouldn't look up I could feel his eyes piercing through me. As I looked up our eyes met and we locked an intense stare. When I looked away I couldn't help but remember that night.

*Flashback*

I could feel the familiar sensation once again trickle down my throat as I chugged down my sixth or seventh shot of vodka. I had no idea where Harry was considering he brough me to this frat party in the first place. I could hear his voice in my head saying "your mum is going away on business anyway so she won't find out." And "the party is tonight and she's coming back next week." Me being the only person in the world who actually gave into gave into peer pressure, gave in. So here I am, at a college party, as a junior in high school.

I stumbled onto my feet gripping onto my red solo cup spilling some of its clear contents on the rug.

"Oops." I mumbled as I threw the cup in the trash.

"Harrrrry!" I called, holding out his name.

"Harry!" I called again.

I walked into the kitchen and sat on a black stool. Someone bumped into me from behind and I turned around swiftly.

"Hey watch where.. Oh. Harry." I slurred.

"Paris? A-A Are you drunk?" He stuttered.

I tugged at his shirt and pulled him closer so that his face was a few inches from mine.

"I don't know. Am I Harry?"

He let go of my grip and sighed while telling me we should probably go home. However, I pulled him back to me.

"Don't be so lame and have some fun will you?" I whispered in his ear and I wrapped my hands around his neck and he held the small of my back to keep his balance.

What's wrong with me? I could feel my mind telling me one thing but my body betrayed those warnings. This was so wrong but as I stared into his eyes, it felt so right. My body was telling me to go in for the kill. Harry wasn't drunk but he wasn't exactly sober either. He was pretty tipsy.

I cupped his face in my hands, never leaving his eyes. "You know you're so hot." He mumbled.

"I was just about to say the same to you." I whispered.

He pulled me off the stool before we ran to his car, pushing his way through a crowd of a whole bunch of drunk college kids. He shoved me into the backseat of his car and joined in next to me closing the door behind him and making sure to lock it. We looked at each other before I straddled his waist and pulled at his loose curls. That's when our lips met. I could taste some of the alcohol on his lips, unless it was mine. I parted my mouth a little bit before he pushed his tongue through. His hand trailed down my back and grazed along my thigh. My hands slowly guided their way down his chest and made their way into his shirt, playing with his chest. We grinder our hips together before we finally pulled away out of breath.

"Wow." We both said in unison.

"We should get home, yeah?" He asked.

He pulled my face into his again, this time taking the advantage he had to stick his tongue into my mouth before finally letting go.

I nodded as he made his way to the driver's seat. I stayed in the back and laid on the seats before asking if he was clean enough to drive. He didn't even drink much and I don't remember what he said before drifting to sleep.

I awoke in my bed with one of my long t-shirts and Harry's arms were draped over me. Our legs were intertwined and I had slight headache. I knew that once I woke up it was going to hurt like hell. That was my last thought before I went back into my slumber.

*Flashback ends*