Niall stands before the game begins, clumbsly stepping over people's feet.
"No thanks, I gotta piss." He leaves the room, leaving an empty seat next to me. I pat down on the vacant spot, motioning for Lou to come sit, he shakes his head.
"I'm gonna go call home and I'll be down in a bit." I nod as he walks out of the room.
Harry slides closer to me, and I begin to blush, feeling my insides heat. I push over, moving more into the seat where Niall once was.
"Okay, truth or dare?" I look his way, feeling his green eyes pierce mine, waiting for my reply. I take another sip from my bottle, realizing not much is left.
I hold the liquid in my mouth, preparing myself for the burn down my throat, thinking of which I should and want to pick.
"Dare." I say after swallowing, with my eyes closed. People around me watch with wide eyes, as most have never met me, let alone see me remotely trashed.
"I dare you to body shot off of me." Everyone giggles, but I sit in confusion, unaware of what that means. He can see my confusion, and begins to laugh.
He shakes some salt into his palm, smiling and making sure my eyes are on him. I imagine I look pathetic, sitting with my eyes blood shot in result from the cigarette thing and alcohol, waiting to be instructed on my dare.
"First, you have to lick the salt from me hand." He holds his hand up, instructing me to do so. I'm hesitant at first, as his brings it toward me. I do as I'm told, letting my warm tongue slide against his palm, making my eyes squint shut from the amount of salt. I nod my head, holding the salt on my tongue, causing you eyes to water. I can't help but observe the warm of his palm, and the glistening of my sweat remaining.
"Then, you take a shot." He holds the bottle to my mouth, and I tilt my head, taking the liquid in my mouth and letting it take over the salty taste. I swallow, feeling the burn in my stomach, and wait for Harry's next instructions.
He brings a lime to his mouth, holding the peel part in his mouth and core toward me, and before he can instruct me, I bring my mouth to his, letting my lips purse around the lime, sucking it dry as he lets go. As I pull away, his eyes are on mine, watching as my eyes squint shut from the sourness of the lime, and from embarrassment.
He nods, and a small smirk forms from the side of his face.
"Your turn." He waits for me to to say something, but I feel a building up of nausea, and a pressure in my throat.
"I don't feel so well." I stand, feeling the world around me turn, only adding to my nausea. I feel a hand grab my arm, and begins to lead me through the crowd of people. I walk with my eyes shut, to try and eliminate the nausea. As we rush up the stairs, and I hold my hand to my mouth, scared of what will come out if I don't do so.
As soon as I head the bathroom door shut, I drop to my knees in front of the toilet, and can't control the amount of vomit that escapes my mouth. My body shakes, and I cough in between dry heaving. I feel a brush on my cheek, as his hands hold away stray hairs from my face. My eyes water, and I can't trust myself to take my head from the toilet bowl.
After a few minutes, I look up, realizing Harry is holding my hairs and rubbing my back, holding a face cloth out for me. I wipe my eyes, realizing I've been crying..or maybe it's just from puking so much. I wipe my mouth, and can't help but smell the odor of alcohol and pizza, it makes me even more nauseous.
"You've never drank before have you?" I look up to see Harry leanings against the sink, watching me as I sit crossed legged in front of the toilet.
"Why'd you ditch me today?" I ignore his question, and wipe my eyes, realizing my mascara has leaked all over my face. I must look like a mess.
"I had hockey practice." I look his way, realizing he's playing with his nails. His hair is tucked in a gray beanie, matching the grey hoodie he's wearing. His black skinny jeans hold onto his body tight, the ends hiding in the top of his boots. The familiar smell of his cologne teases the air, the mint being replaced with weed and booze.
"Yeah well your hockey future is in my hands pal, so you should be a little nicer!" I hadn't realized I was crying, saying each word between hiccups. I wipe my nose, and I can tell I'm a disgusting mess. Instead of him being offended, Harry laughs.
"You've had too much tonight." I nod, grabbing the bottle of mouth wash from under the sink, drinking from the bottle, slightly reminding me of the bottle of vodka, I push the thought away.
"I'm never drinking again." He smiles, and grabs ahold of the door handle. I grab his pant leg, unaware of how pathetic I look.
"How bad do I look right now?" I look up at him, continuing to sniffle and wipe away the excess water from my face. He shakes his leg, causing my hand to plop to the ground.
"Bad enough where I don't want to be seen walking out with you." He laughs, slamming the door behind me, leaving me to myself on my bathroom floor.
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Polar Opposites
Fanfiction"Let's help each other out. I have a proposition you can't resist." Nicole's patience is tested by Harry, while her emotions are drowned in experiencing first love.
