The Maid For Styles

Chapter 48 *Posted Again*

A/N: Some people had trouble reading the previous Chapter 48, so I posted it again. Chapter 49 is up now, so go and check it out if you've already read this chapter :) xx

Chloe's POV

I downed my drink that consisted of vodka and pineapple juice (a new combination Harry had gallantly introduced me to) with absolutely no remorse. I was too focused on the thrill and adrenalin the alcohol gave me to even care in the slightest. Harry sat beside me, throwing his drinks back, too, a somewhat intoxicated grin plastered on his face.

Earlier that day, Harry had persuaded me to get drunk with him at night. I asked why multiple times, and each time he told me it was because it was hard to go out and get drunk without being hounded by the paparazzi, so drinking at home was easier, and apparently, he was eager to get drunk with me. So I decided I would grant his wish, after I cleaned and did the jobs I was paid to do.

We'd made ourselves downright comfortable on the couch, the bottles of vodka and pineapple juice sat on the coffee table before us. We'd spent most of the day anticipating the moment we'd eventually open the bottles of vodka, and now that we were half way through the first one, the exhilaration and excitement was definitely sensed in the room.

"Chlo," slurred Harry, dragging out the 'o' in my name, and raising his glass in the air for emphasis. "Do you want to know what I've always wanted to do with you?"

I suggestively smiled at him, wiggling my eyebrows up and down. The alcohol was definitely bringing out the bold (even more so) and mischievous side of me.

"What would that be?" I drunkenly sang, kicking my feet up to rest across his legs as he sat on the other side of the couch.

"Sit in my underwear with you all night," Harry grinned.

My eyes lit up at the mention of the idea and I immediately stood up from my snug position, and ineptly slammed my glass on the table. My shirt was the first article of clothing I assertively removed, and my pants soon followed. The clothes sat on the lounge room floor and I sloppily grinned at him, my hands on my hips, proud of my actions.

Harry laughed than need be and lazily leant for to place his glass on the table, before leaning back and raising his hips. He clumsily unbuckled his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. The alcohol he'd consumed was definitely effecting his control, but he managed okay. He shambolically pushed his jeans down his thighs and kicked his legs, attempting to remove them.

"You've got your boots on, asswipe," I teased, my mood outstandingly cheerful. I ungracefully knelt down in front of Harry and carelessly removed his boots, throwing them to the side.

"Thanks," he drunkenly winked. I remained knelt down in front of him and laughed lightly as he pushed his jeans down his skinny as fuck legs.

He's a fucking guy and his legs are skinnier than mine. Like, really? Slap some meat on those thighs, boy.

Harry huffed and looked at me, eyes wide and full of annoyance. "Can you take them off? The fucking things just won't budge," he grumbled, attempting to push them down his shins.

"Sure," I winked, grabbing the jeans and tugging them down with force. Harry's eyes were staring down at me full of amusement and lust. It was an interesting combination, but I treasured it.

Once Harry's jeans were on the floor next to his boots, I pushed him to take his shirt off and sit with me in his underwear. We clumsily removed his clothes and grabbed our drinks back, before I sat on the couch, tossing my head back and swallowing a mouthful of the vodka mix.

"Now that I've happily fulfilled your desire, I think you should return the favour," I seductively murmured, looking over to him with innocent eyes.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" He slurred, his words somewhat incoherent.