Already Gone (Harry Styles / One Direction)

Drunk Girls*

"You're staring, Styles," she remarks without looking at me. I respond with a laugh, my cheeks coloring instantly.

"I can't help it Grey. That was sexy as hell." She glances my way and her cheeks color with a blush.

"Glad you liked it," she says, but that's all she offers.

We drink for a while, and I start to feel a pleasant buzz. As we make our way around, greeting everyone, I notice that all the guys have girls on their arms. Just as I'm about to comment, Maddie slips her small hand into mine. "Come on, Styles," she urges, pulling me toward the lake where everyone is frolicking in the water. She gazes up at me, "Go in with me, H." I give her a smile and glance down at my clothes. And as if she can read my mind, she grabs the bottom of my shirt pulling it off. "Swim in your shorts." She looks over my chest and blushes. She pulls off her shirt throwing it to the ground, then she shimmy's out of her shorts and I swear she takes my breath away, she's in her tiny underwear not a swimsuit.

I my boxers start to get tight. She grabs my hand, but I pull her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I dash towards the water, and her squeals ring out as we plunge in. Surfacing, I scan the surroundings while she clings to my neck from behind. Her giggles fill the air as I bring her around to face me. All around, others are splashing, but my focus is solely on her captivating blue eyes, sending my heart racing. As she leans back to float, my gaze follows the contours of her body, each curve a study in perfection. 

"You're staring again," she giggles, splashing me. I move closer and grasp her ankle, pulling her towards me. She encircles me with her legs once more.

"You'll pay for that," I tell her, our foreheads touching.

"Oh yeah, and how..." She pauses and brings her mouth close to my ear. "Am I supposed to pay Styles?" I shiver as her breath brushes against me. She gives a small kiss on my neck, just a peck, and then meets my gaze again. My heart feels like it's pounding out of my chest, and I can tell she's feeling the same way because the vein in her neck is pulsating rapidly. I lean in, our lips meet, and I am utterly lost in the moment. I kiss her with everything I have as I feel myself harden under the water. I move my lips down her chin to her neck, nipping and licking as I go. She moans a soft moan, as I find the sweet spot below her ear. Her fingers weave through my hair, pulling me close in a tight embrace. She slides down my stomach until she is rubbing up against me. I let out a small groan at what the movement is doing to me. Suddenly, I feel the weight of someone leaping onto my back, which makes me let go of Maddie. She quickly pops up, coughing, while I spin around to find Sarah laughing.

"Hey there, hot stuff. I've been looking for you." I groan, knowing this will likely end poorly. Maddie leaps up and strides to the bank, snatching up her clothes. I shove Sarah aside and follow, but she persists in following me.

"Maddie, stop." I call out to her, but she just keeps walking, pulling her shirt over her head. "Come on, Maddie." She stops pulling her shorts on.

"Come on baby, you don't want her. She has only been with Tristan and has no experience. I can make you feel good, it'll be a good time." Maddie's gaze lifts, and her blue eyes blaze with anger. She steps forward, positioning herself between Sarah and me.

"If you know what's best for you, you'll take your drunk whore ass on. Just because I have only fucked Tristan has nothing to do with a good time. You think fucking you is better? He'd have to use his God Damned foot." Sarah strikes Maddie across the face, causing Maddie's head to snap to the side. In retaliation, Maddie delivers a punch that connects with Sarah's jaw. It's remarkable how even in a fight, her actions have an undeniable allure. Unlike the stereotypical hair-pulling and slapping, she opts for direct punches. Even as Sarah clutches at her hair, Maddie continues to land blow after blow.