Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 11: Distractions

"Does he know you can move it like that?"

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Chapter 11

I had cursed my luck when Harry told me had some album stuff to do on our one month anniversary, grumbling that I would hardly get to spend any time with him. But now I knew it was a blessing in disguise. Instead of spending the day with my boyfriend, I spent the day comforting my badly messed up sister in my bed where we watched movies, ate excessive amounts of food, and cried together, because that’s what sisters do.

After a long day of doing nothing, Avery fell asleep. I covered her with a blanket and tucked her in, then went to get ready for my night out with Harry.

As I slipped into the shower, I moaned to myself. How was I supposed to have a good time with my boyfriend when things were so messed up? And of course I couldn’t tell him. Avery would kill me, reincarnate me, and then kill me again.

I put on a tight, dark navy blue dress and my typical black heels, waved my hair, and did some dramatic makeup. I grabbed my clutch and flicked the TV and lights off, and then made my way downstairs. My dad wasn’t home yet, and the house was silent, thankfully enough. I saw Harry’s car pull in the driveway, and I slipped out the door before he could come up and ring the doorbell. The last thing I needed was for Avery to wake up. Hopefully, she’d sleep straight through the night.

He grinned at me as I climbed into the car, but I could only manage a feeble smile. I wanted to enjoy my time with him, but with Avery on my mind, I wasn’t sure that I could. He leaned across the armrest for a kiss, and I pecked him lightly on the lips. He stayed there for a second, confused, but then he went back to his side, starting the car and driving away.

We drove in silence for once. He absently held my hand and stroked his thumb over my palm, which felt glorious. I was reminded how much he cared for me with each touch, and I instantly felt terrible for letting all of the drama with Avery distract me. Avery was at home, safe and asleep. But this moment right here and right now was for Harry.

When we arrived, he came around and opened the door for me. I stepped lightly onto the pavement, holding tight to his hand. He seemed wary of me, and I realized that he probably thought I was upset with him. So in a sudden burst of boldness, I pushed him up against the side of the car. He was surprised, looking down his nose at me.

I grinned slowly and put my hands on his chest, looking up at him through my lashes. His hands automatically went around my waist, pulling me closer. The moment was charged with electricity. I brought our faces mere inches from each other, and then I touched our lips together.

At first, he didn’t respond. But with gentle prompting, his lips started to move with mine. After a minute, he bit my lip, asking for entrance, and I gave it to him. Our tongues swirled together, and it was like they were made for each other. Like we were made for each other.

A few minutes into our intense makeout session, he pulled away. He unwrapped his arms from around me and took my hand, pulling me towards the club. After all of that, I was pretty sure that he didn’t think anything was wrong. Hell, after that kiss I didn’t even think anything was wrong.

Harry walked to the front of the line and waved at the bouncer, who immediately let him in. Harry led me through the crowds of people to a table and helped me into one of the tall stools. Then he disappeared for drinks. He came back only moments later with a small glass and a larger martini one. I eagerly grabbed for the martini and took a drink. I sputtered and spit it back in the cup the moment it touched my tongue. He’d gotten me a virgin martini.

“What the fuck is this?” I shouted over the music. Harry smirked and took a sip of his drink, which was what looked like whiskey.

“You’re underage,” he said simply. I glared at him. “And besides, I don’t want you to be drunk on our one month.”

“I’m not going to get drunk,” I spat. Harry laughed. I couldn’t understand what was funny about this. “And besides, technically you’re underage, too.”

“In America,” he said simply. I rolled my eyes. He turned away when a couple of fans came over, and I took my chance to get payback.

I quickly dumped the contents of my drink into an empty glass and dumped the contents of his drink into my martini glass. Then I poured my virgin martini into his cup and waited. As he was talking to them, he reached behind him for his cup and took a large gulp of it. The second it hit his tongue, he started gasping and sputtering, spewing watermelon flavored syrup and seven up everywhere. The girls disappeared then, slightly disgusted.

I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe. He turned around slowly and glared at me, and I just took a sip of his whiskey. He came around the table and pried the glass from my hands, pulling me up from the table. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards the dance floor.

“Point taken,” he said quietly in my ear, and I smiled in satisfaction.

The thumping bass overtook me, and I raised my arms over my head, wiggling my hips back and forth. Harry watched me, but there was no amusement in his expression. He pulled me closer, and our pelvis’ ground together. Normally, the flip floppy feeling my stomach got when something like this happened caused me to pull back and tone down the intenseness of the situation I was in. But right now, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I was so unbelievably happy. Harry and I together was as easy as breathing, and so perfect. Even though it had only been a month, it felt like a lifetime. But what was even better was that we still had a lifetime to go.

I rotated and faced away from him, grabbing his neck behind me. I ground my butt into his pelvis, and his hands found my waist. We danced like that for a few minutes as he gently planted kisses on my neck. My eyes opened and closed with each new sensation he introduced me to, and I felt like I was flying.

We were in the middle of the dance floor with a few other couples. I wasn’t paying much attention to anybody else, but some commotion over by the bar caught my attention. I slowly turned Harry and me so I could watch, but he remained blissfully oblivious. I peeked curiously around the moving people in front of me and watched to see what was going on. Harry noticed and stopped, gently squeezing my hand to ask me what was wrong. I just shook my head. Something didn’t feel right.

I pulled Harry closer towards the commotion, and he didn’t resist. His hand went protectively around my waist, and suddenly a gap in the crowd opened up. I gasped loudly. There, dancing in the middle of the floor, was three half naked girls and none other than Austin Butler.