Soldier Styles

Chapter 4

"What the actual hell, Aurora."

Grumbled the voice of the pissed-off soldier, gripping my wrist at the moment.

As our feet hit the pavement in rhythm, I make sure to advert my eyes from Harry.

I knew my eyes were clouded and burning red. Looking at my own feet as I was pulled home, made my head hurt in over-complication. Drinking AND smoking was never ever a good decision. But the high didn't last long.

The giggly and giddy feeling of the drug, had fallen off the edge of the earth the second Harry's fist had connected with that guy, Brian's face.

"What the fuck man?!"

Brian had first yelled, as his hand held his own nose. Which was slightly streaming blood. He looked genuinely pissed as he looked quickly up to Harry, and than back at his bloody-nose hand.

Either Parker or Niall had made some gasp of worry after Brian spoke, and after some scolding eye contact from the two boys to Brian. The bloody-nosed boy look up weakly at Harry, obviously fearful, and apologized whole heartedly. As well as terrified.

"Sir ooHH SIR."

He had started, wiping his yucky hand on the grass beneath him.

I am so so sorry. I am so sorry. I didn't realize that you were um... I'm SOO sorry."

All Harry did was narrow his eyes, and lean slightly down towards Brian. Slightly enough that he was still taller than him, but also low enough that beads of sweat quickly popped from Brian's forehead, and ALL his confidence seemed to melt away and evaporate into the atmosphere that was Harry Styles.

Harry had stood straight up, peered at the boy one last time, and then demanded I leave the party.

Which I did eagerly.

Now behind us, I could make out the sound of the thumping music from the party. As Harry dragged me out the front door and away from the fun mayhem, the fresh graduates adverted their bubbly eyes, and shushed their conversations. Harry was breathing deeply and heavily, and I hadn't spoken more than the word "Okay." And that was when he first demanded I follow him off the lot "NOW"

And ahead of us, the half terrifying, half terrified couple, sat the dark night. The temperature had most definitely dropped at some point of the party. My biceps are frozen and chilled, and this chill ran down my arms to my delicate fingertips, and all the way up to the skin of my neck. We walk in the silence of this neighborhood at whatever time it is. Only few lights shine from the windows of the houses we past quickly. If it wasn't for the aching feet and worried mind, this night would almost be enjoyable to spend outside. The moon was full and beautiful, and the sky seemed scattered with stars.

I could imagine someone up there, digging their hands into a woolen bag, and taking out a handful of stars only to be ejected into the sky.

I laugh internally at the thought of angels throwing stars in the sky.

"Is almost having sex with guys, a normal thing you do when you are hammered, Aurora?"

Harry chuckles angrily to my side. Without even looking up I could sense the sarcastic look carved amongst his stone face.

"M'not drunkk."

"You are lying, Aurora."

"I did not almost have sex with that guy... um... Brian. Yeahh."

I retort.

I know I had drank a lot, but I was not almost looking to engage in any sexual acts.