Old Money • HS

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I swallow my nervousness and commence.

"Boy look at you, looking at me," I found myself looking for him. As usual, his eyes laid on me.

"I know you know how I feel," I dart my eyes to the crowd and start walking towards them. The cheers get louder by the second as I touch their desperate hands.

"Loving you is hard, being here is harder. You take the wheel," I stood still before the microphone stand, my hands moving along with my voice. "I don't wanna do this anymore, It's so surrueal,"

I can see Harry leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest making him look more buff. "I can't survive if this is all that's real,"

And there goes the beat, never ceasing me from smiling. "All I wanna do is get high by the beach, get high by the beach, get high,"

And I sing at the top of my lungs, with all power that I hold, finishing the song. Rose petals and flowers thrown at the planks of the stage left me smiling from ear to ear.

Luckily the coast was clear in my dressing room, and this time I made sure to lock the door. I hastily change to a beautiful latex red dress, teaching around my mid-thigh. I hesitated on putting on high heels, but did anyway. My hair and makeup being already done, I headed out to have some fun since tomorrow I had a day off.

Music played softly in the background and I was greeted with the love of my fans. I hurried myself to the VIP section.

I go for alcohol, and chug down my drink and make my way to the dance floor, grinding on some stranger, the alcohol kicking in.

"fuck baby," the man says, getting a hold of my hips. I arch my back and place my hands on his face, swaying my hips one last time before turning around and taking a good look at him.

"Mr.Styles?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "What're you doing, h-here?" I hiccup. He laughs at my drunk self, slightly pissing me off.
"Shh, baby. Follow me," He held my hand.

I was too drunk to process that I shouldn't be going with him anywhere. I shouldn't even be talking to him. But I am.

He opened the door of his expensive car for me. I giggled and while entering the car, drunk to my day. I bumped my head on the car roof while entering, wincing in pain.

Harry stifled a chuckle and closed the door once I was sat. He hurriedly walked to the driver's side, hopping in. "I hope you're not drunk," I slurred. "You could kill us,"

"I'm not," he laughed. "I'm taking you on a date." As soon as the words left his lips i sat up and stared at him in disbelief.

"Hell no," I mutter. "Drop me at my house," I insist. He smirked, taunting my rejection. "You should know one thing about me, princess," He  speaks up.

"I never take no for an answer,"

"Does that mean you rape people?" I drunkly
ask. He stops the car immediately and stare at me in disbelief. "What?" I laugh.

"If I hear one stupid sentence coming out of your pretty little mouth, princess, I'm going to have to shut it." He warns. "With something you would like to be in your mouth," A smirk makes its way across his face.