Should I Love or Stake? (On Hold)

Chapter 16- Styles Got Sty- Oh Look A Pretty Dart

A/N Hey guys! So....I haven't uploaded in forever. I am soooo sorry! A lot has been going on in my life for the past weeks and I have to update two other stories, but here's an update for you! I'll try to update faster from now on, and some encouraging comments would probably help. Anyways, here is a nice, long chapter for ya! Comment, Vote, and Fan! Love you all!!! :D

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"Chug! Chug! Chug!" The crowd cheered me on and pretty soon my bottle of tequila was empty. The alcohol buzzing through my veins dulled my senses, made things much more bearable.

"Woooo!" The crowd cheered. I got off my stool and attempted to take a bow, but ended up falling on my face.

"Oh, hello floor. Fancy meeting you here," I said cheerily in a British accent. My fake accents come out a lot when I'm drunk.

I heard a chuckle and suddenly a hand was in my face. "Need help?" A husky British accent rang in my ears.

I took the guys hand and was pulled up to my feet where I swayed and fell into the guy's arms. "Whoa there. I think you've had a little too much to drink."

I looked up in a daze and saw it was a brunette, curly-haired guy with sparkling green eyes. He looked oddly familiar....

"That was the point," I said, referring to his earlier statement. I squinted, trying to place this guy through my haze.

"See something you like?" He asked, catching me staring at him. I was getting ready to give a cocky come back when a girl squealed and ran over to us. "OhmyGod! It's Harry Styles! I like love you and the guys."

Harry Styles... Nope. Still not ringing a bell. Nice last name though. Styles... Styles got style. ;)

The girl asked for an autograph and picture and Harry happily agreed, so I took this opportunity to return to the bar.

I sat down on the stool and called the bartender over. "Give me a Margarita," I said, slamming my money on the bar.

He nodded and walked off to fix my drink. My phone started buzzing for the tenth time since I've been here and I groaned. Can't people see that I don't want to talk to them? I decided to answer it and tell the person where he can stick it.

"Hello?"

"Lil where the hell are you?" Damon's angry voice sounded on the other end. I grinned. "I'm touched that you care. I'm with my unicorn. We're having a grand ole time!"

Suddenly, that Harry boy plopped on the stool next to me, grinning at me. I gave a drunken smirk back and tried to focus on what Damon was yelling.

"God dammit it Alila! You're drunk, aren't you? You need to get back here! Where are you?!"

"Uh....I'm in London. I think. With a guy named Larry Kyles," I said.

"Harry Styles," Harry corrected, amused.

"Harry Styles," I told Damon, who had gone silent on the other end. The bar tender handed me my drink and I chugged the Margarita in three gulps.

"Who's Harry Styles?" Damon asked. I shrugged, then realized he couldn't see me. "I don't know. But I'd love to find out." I winked at Harry who gave me a cheeky smile.

I thought I heard Damon growl. Actually growl. "How in hell did you get to London so fast?!"

"I know a witch who owed me for saving her husband. She has this spell that only transports people to London and to get back I have to-"