Little White Lies (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Harry's POV (during the time Aubrey was at the party- 2AM)

I run my hand through my disheveled curls, pretty ticked off.

Louis just blew me off of our movie night, to spend the day with Eleanor.

Fucking girls. They ruin everything.

I open the door to Jimmy's, a bar that belonged to an old pal.

Looking for a girl to have some fun with tonight, my eyes settle on the blonde girl sitting at the counter on her phone.

I smirk before making my way over to her, trying to make it seem like she wasn't even there.

I sit at the counter, drumming my fingers on the wooden counter, before I was tapped on the shoulder.

I mentally smirk, I don't go to girls. Girls come to me.

"Care for a drink?" The girl next to me trailed her fingernails up and down my arm.

"Sure, surprise me." I reply.

Woah free drinks, score.

She slides over a glass that held a pink mixture, which I then take in to my hand and lift it to my lips, taking a sip and instantly reacting. Shit that was strong.

After a couple of drinks Lulu-Louise-Leila- whatever the hell her name was, begins to trail her fingers along the inside of my thigh.

I give her a sloppy grin before grabbing her arm, the alcohol speaking for me.

"Heyyyy- thankss for the drinkss Leeeeeeiiiilaaaaa, how about I show you my appreciationnnn for your kinddd deeeeddd."

"It's Luna,"

I ignore her, why do I give a shit about what her name is?

Now this was the thing about being shit drunk, you could do whatever the bloody hell you pleased. And nobody, nobody could tell you fucking otherwise. You'd get the pleasure of it, and forget all about it in the morning- no strings attached. This was 10 times better than a real relationship.

Lulu- however was not drunk. We got up to an empty room with a funky mattress laid down on the floor.

Tonight, I wasn't Harry Styles. I had the right to be someone else. No cameras, no screaming fans in my face. I loved them to death, but it was a little too much sometimes.

After taking my jacket off, I turn around and Louise latches on to me, her lips finding my neck.

"Woah, eager much?"

She ignores me, Her hands buried into my curls, tugging on them with force.

I put my hands on her hips, mostly to keep myself in place because I couldn't even see straight.

"You're so good at this!" Lulu praises, but truthfully, I wasn't doing anything.

We continued kissing for a little while, and truth be told, I was a little bored.

Leila kept touching me and it was nauseating, even though I hadn't taken anything off.

We were both on the mattress, and as I looked at Louise, I remember something I had told myself a while ago.

Women didn't exist. They were actually a bunch of girls trapped inside, waiting to be let out. They pretended to be people they weren't, they were fake.

I had no emotions or respect towards women outside of my circle. I was just having an easy fuck. I didn't date, I didn't kiss, hell I promised myself I wouldn't marry. I would never find a girl who could fully please me.