He Saved Me (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

thirteen

Of. Fucking. Course. 

Harry brought Megan here because he knew I would get jealous. Who the fuck does he think he is? I don't need him. I don't need him or his bullshit. I'm so sick of him and his tricks. Whatever. I guess I'll just have to make him jealous too...

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**An hour later**

"Shit Rose!! I told you not to drink anymore!" 

"Ni. It's fine. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about." I said while slurring my words. 

Niall just keeps laughing and dancing with Rachel with a beer in his hand. While I'm watching Niall and Rachel dance, I decide to look around the room. Where the hell is Harry and that whore? Did they already leave? Whatever, he's probably fucking her in some ally by now...

As my eyes were scanning around the room, I see a pair of emerald green eyes looking back at me. Shit. I look away as fast as I can and (for some reason) decide to look back to see if he's still staring. As soon as my eyes met his once again, the bitch bumped into him... while carrying 2 drinks. I could tell Megan wanted to know what he was looking at, so she looked in my direction. Her eyes met mine, she smirked, got on her tippy toes, and planted a messy kiss right on Harry's lips. His eyes were wide open but he decided to play along. He grabbed her waist, so she dropped the drinks and tugged at his curls. God I hate them. 

After watching them for about a minute or so, she pulled away and turned around to face me with a smirk on her face. I looked over at Harry, but he wouldn't even look at me. Wow... what a dick. I hate that I ever put so much trust in him. 

About 10 minutes later I was back to drinking away my sadness. Niall walked over and sat down next to me. 

"I'm sorry Rose."

"Don't be. All guys are the same."

"Now who ever said that Rosey? That's not true." 

"It seems pretty true to me."

"Well maybe you're looking in the wrong places. Maybe you should ope-"

"Oh ok. Well where the hell should I look? Where Niall? Since you know everything how about yo-"

At that moment I was pretty pissed off until I felt a pair of lips on mine. The kiss tasted like vodka with a mix of Coca-Cola but it was... nice. My mind hadn't caught on that it was Niall's lips on mine, not Harry's. As much as I wanted them to be Harry's lips... they weren't. God I need to stop thinking about Harry so much and enjoy the moment. Niall swiped his tongue against my bottom lip, but decided to tease me and pull away. 

"Maybe you should look right in front of you."

Niall winked and left me sitting at the table all alone again. What the hell just happened? I bit my lower lip and smiled and the ground. When I look back up, I see Harry staring straight at me. When he sees me smiling, his face drops even more. I decide to tease him even more. I stand up, walk over to Niall, look at Harry and smirk, and then wrap my arms around Niall's neck and start making out with him again. I decided to slowly make my way inside his mouth until we were fully making out. Niall moved his hands down to my ass, but right at that moment I felt someone pull me out of Niall's arms. I look up and Harry looks so pissed off. That's exactly what I was trying to do... 

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Mate, you said you were done with her. You know I like her, let me have her."

"No."

I decided to but in.

"Wait what? Done with me? What was I to you... a pair of old jeans that you can use and hand over to someone else? What the hell Harry."