'Drunk'

"Wheeeen ready come get itt naaaa naaa naaa!"

"Whatttt are yooooou doooooing?!"

"Daaaancingggg!"

A squeal left my lips as Harry's large hands gripped my hips tightly, slamming me against him, the soft material of his grey henley brushing against my slightly exposed stomach.

Being a girl that was ever-so slightly insecure about her figure, it wasn't in my nature to wear a crop top and skinny jeans; but only some of the skin of my stomach was exposed, along with one of my shoulders, due to the draping of the cropped, flowy black t-shirt, and my Best Friend had insisted I wasn't changing into 'yet another outfit'. I was unable to protest, my Best Friend tugging at my wrist and dragging us both out of the house to the waiting taxi, ready to whisk us off to yet another one of Harry's infamous house parties.

My head was spinning and despite my eyesight being less than perfect, the way Harry swivelled his hips to the sounds of Selena Gomez, just did something to me. His green eyes were slightly glazed over and a little red around the rims due to several beers and copious amounts of the crazy concoction Niall and Zayn had been whipping up all night. He was pretty. Very very pretty.

No...nope...don't go there, you're friends, good friends. You're just drunk!

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt something hard brush my nether regions, as Harry started grinding up and down my body.

Oh dear God...

"I'm not shyyy show I love you no regretssss, baby readyyyy!"

"Thoooose are nottt the wordssss Harrrryyyyy!"

Harry's hands momentarily left my hips to grab my hands, winding them around his neck. There was no denying they were a perfect fit, and as his hands gripped my hips once more, I found my fingertips playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Oh yeaaah? What they thennn?"

His breath felt hot as it danced in my ear as he leant forward, his hands now resting on the small of my back, his fingertips making my skin tingle as they crept underneath the material of my top, tapping a rhythm against my skin to the song still playing out around us.

My breath hitched in my throat upon realising that we were much closer than we had been previously, our bodies now pressed firmly together, an uninvited guest pressing itself against my stomach.

Oh holy Jesus Christ...

I swear I sobered up fully in that moment and was about to pull away from the intimate embrace Harry and I were now locked in; pull away and go and find some other friends to be around, but apparently that just wasn't meant to be, because as soon as the sounds of Selena Gomez stopped, a very well known song started and Harry being Harry suddenly turned into the most adorable drunk I had ever witnessed. Harry was now flinging his arms about, whilst drunkenly slurring the lyrics to the song the whole room knew. Even though our intimate embrace had ended, it was very apparent that I wasn't going anywhere, because Harry had found his dance partner for the night. My cheeks flushed as I felt Harry's large hand rest on the exposed skin of my shoulder, his lips parted to say something, but unable to do so as another voice cut in.

"Hey babe! Looks like you could do with another!?!"

I gratefully accepted Zayn's homemade cocktail, momentarily pulling away from Harry to down the whole thing, the mixture burning my throat and sizzling in my tummy. Both Zayn and Harry gawped at me, eyes wide and lips parted.

"Shiiiiittttt!"

Harry spoke aloud, breaking into a fit of giggles, and I found myself doing the same, my head spinning once more, the alcohol taking over my system and making me feel a little dizzy, causing me to hold my head and stumble slightly. Zayn's eyes zoned in on mine, now reflecting a slight guilt of concern.