The Way Things Work

Chapter Seventeen

You set the knife down on the counter an watched the blood slowly maneuver down your naked arm. You were numb, mentally and physically, as you watched the gash that should be in severe pain slowly leaked the warm blood. "Everyone is right." You laid down on top of the sheets and silently cried. Your tears began to dry to your face you decided that you needed something to take the edge off. You wandered over to the pre-filled fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine and sat back on the bed. "Bottoms up." You smirked at yourself and bean to pour the settling substance down your throat.

"Harry, no." Louis pulled the beer out of Harry's hand. 

"Lou, give it back." He growled.

"After you go talk to Sam and sort this out."

"Why do I have to?"

"Are you serious?" Niall interjected.

"Yes."

"Well you are the one that was offending her and she is upstairs in 'your' flat probably crying."

"Whatever, I'll go apologize, but I'll be back for a few of those." He pointed to the beer and stormed out. 

"Sam!?" He shouted into the flat. "Where the hell is she?" 

He walked into the bedroom to see you swaying around, drunk off of your rocker.

"Sam?"

"Harry! What do you want you bastard?" You stopped and gave him a semi serious look.

"Are you drunk?"

"What do you think?" You walked over and breathed in his face.

"I take that as a yes." He snickered as he led you to the bed. "Is that-is that blood?"

"Oh, ummm, yeah."

"Where is it coming from?"

"Nowhere."

You moved your eyes and shifted your head as he tried to look into your eyes. "Sam." He said sternly. He moved his hands down your arms and when he brushed your wrists making you to wince in pain. This caused him to look down. "Sam, god no. How could i be so stupid."

"Especially to a girl that loves you."

"What?" His eyes shot upward and he turned a rosy blush. 

"I. Love. You." You enunciated. 

"I-I love you too."

"Liar, you just feel bad."

"I really love you Sam."

"The-then why d-do you treat me like y-you do?" You hiccuped.

"I'm afraid to fall in love again."

At that drunken moment you threw your self into his arms. You pushed him up onto his feet and backed his against the wall. "I want you." You whispered seductively in his ear. 

"How drunk are you?" He smirked in the darkness.

"Very." You smiled as you pushed your lips against him. You moved your lips downward as you moved onto his neck. He pulled at the hem of your shirt and eventually puled it off. "The biggest lies I have told you were that you were ugly and fat. You are the most gorgeous girl with the most amazing body." He fiddled with your bra strap as you pulled his shirt over his head. He pushed you onto the bed as he hovered over you.

"Are you ready?" He said between kisses.

"Yes." You moaned and he went as farther then you ever guessed you would.

When the 'deed was done', he pulled the sheets around you and held you close so you wouldn't have nightmares.

The next morning you woke up and held your head. You groaned at the massive headache from last night.

"Morning sunshine." You turned to see a naked Harry Styles in bed next to you. You realized you were lacking in clothing too. You didn't remember a thing but you could tell that in a few minutes you would have some regrets.