Exchange / H.S

3 / Running Away

KACEY'S POV:

I felt a huge hand on the small of my back and immediately whipped around. Expecting to see the man from before I was shocked at what I actually saw.

"Harry? What the fuck! Don't you leave girls alone? Jesus."

"You called me to come here..."

"Fuck no!"

I saw hurt and confusion flash in his eyes for a second, soon replacd with a look of anger bordering disgust.

"That's not what I meant...'' I trailed off, Realizing where my phone had been for the last 15 minutes. Pam's going to get a mouthful from me later.

''Oh, shut up, it's exactly what you meant. You bitch.'' He screamed over the pounding music however muttering the last part almost incoherently.

As he turned to walk away I wrapped my hand firmly around his wrist, yanking as hard as I could. I guess being drunk gave me more strength than usual and before I realized what was going on I had Harry pushed up against me, chest-to-chest. Taking this opportunity to earn certain forgiveness, I snaked my hand around his neck, lightly tugging on the lowest strands of his hair. I shifted on to my tippy-toes moving my lips towards his ear.

"Shhh," I muttered "My roommate had my phone."

"Okay, still leaving." he coughed.

"Fine." I said unwraveling my self from him.

HARRY'S POV:

I could barely see straight after what happened on the dancefloor. She was whispering in my ear. She had her small hands all over me. She was tugging on my hair.

I was venturing towards the door when I was shoved into one of the brick walls of the club. My eyes went wide at the sight of the blonde in front of me.

"Hello Harold," slurred the drunk girl in front of me.

I tilted my head to the right. "I'm Pam." She stated as if that would clear up my confusion. I furrowed my eyebrows. "That bitch," she whispered to herself. "I'm her roomate." she explained half-heartedly, jerking her thumb to the dancefloor. Assuming she meant Kacey, I nodded. "Where are you going though?" She asked.

"Home." I quipped.

"Why so soon, and why without Kacey?"

"She..." I started before seeing Kacey walking in our direction.

"Pam, Harry, my two favorite people in the world!" She joked.

Pam rolled her eyes, "Speaking of the devil."

"Hey. She may be hot as hell but she's not the devil." I scoffed, shifting my eyes to Kacey. She began to laugh softly, and I physically could not take my eyes off of her. I watched her eyes shift over to the bar.

"I want a drink."

KACEY'S POV:

"Kay, Harry. You're not my f-fucking mom lay off." I seethed as he led me out the glass doors of the club.

"I never said that I was love, but c'mon you've had enough beer for about four thirsty truck drivers and by the looks of it you're pretty intoxicated."

"So why aren't you taking advantage of me?" I asked, raising my hand to my mouth almost as if I was attempting to shove the words back in.

"Pardon?" He coughed wth a stone cold glare.

"I'm drunk and hot, why aren't you trying to get in my pants?" I laughed and moved my hand to his right shoulder. "Wait, I know because I'm wearing a dress, not pants, oh my god, I'm funny too?! S-s-seriously Harry you're missing a good time." As I attempted to hold back my fiery fit of laughter, I watched a beautiful smile form on his face. One where his tongue pressed behind his teeth, showing two perfectly sculpted dimples and lighting up his eyes. Before I knew it we were in eachothers arms hugging and laughing and complaining about the pain in our stomachs.

"Kacey! My stomach-AHAHAH-It h-haahaa! It hurtssssssssss" Harry yelled.

"Harry listen to us right now! Ahaahah we're outside in PUBLIC like lunatics, Ahahah!"

HARRY'S POV:

So stupid. I am so beyond stupid. Watching her facial expression change from her beautiful laughter filled smile to an almost scared deer-in-headlights look was almost physically painful for me. I should've never said what I said. "I dont mind being a lunatic as long as I'm with you." Am I a retard? Someone who doesnt have half of a working brain? This is ridiculous. The girl already hated me. Now she ran away. Leaving me to walk home by myself, in the dark just wondering where her drunken self might end up..

A\N: I KNOW ITS SHORT IM SORRY!! I just have such large ideas for this story and like no idea how to introduce them. plus I dont want it too be too surreal and fluffy. Please vote comment and tell ur people -Natalie.xx