Careless

Chapter Three

I gulp down another cup of beer, people now cheering and clapping. Some of the beer slips from the edges of my mouth but at this point, I'm fucking drunk. I don't care.

I walked into this party feeling left out and awkward and now here I am on top of the counter with people handing me countless numbers of cups of beer, cheering for me to drink em all.

"Woohoo!"

I yell, throwing the cup up and dance to the music like I'm crazy.

"Fuck yeah!"

Some guy yells, holding his cup up as he watches me dance over the counter.

I like the attention I'm getting from the guys. Scott was a piece of shit and only now I know that I hadn't lived till tonight.

My hair is messy, my face is sweaty, my eyes are blurry and I have no control over my actions.

I feel fingers trace lines on my legs as I try to stay stable on the counter, stumbling back and forth as I laugh away, a red cup loosely hanging in between my fingers.

I look down and see Harry amusingly watching me with his elbows over the counter, his eyes seductively staring as I move around with a smirk plastered on his face.

He tilts his head, once he realizes that I'm staring back at him.

I quickly drop to my knees, leaning forward as I feel dizzy but try my absolute best to keep my balance.

I stumble a little, soon being 'rescued' by Harry's muscular arms grabbing mine to keep me stable.

"You alright there?"

He laughs, me soon nodding my head with a giggle.

"Having fun? I thought you were planning to leave"

He winks, a smile plastered on his face as our gaze meet, his chin resting on his palms.

"I changed my mind"

I laugh, taking a gulp of the beer in my hand.

"About?"

He questions, obviously wanting me to tell him I wanna have sex with him or something. No. I'm not that drunk.

"You know, Scott can fuck himself"

I quickly change the subject, lightly poking his chest with my index finger as I hop off the counter, stumbling back and forth as a couple of guys 'help' me.

"Forget about him. Think about what I told you, okay?"

He grabs both of my hands, pulling them to his chest firmly as he stares into my eyes with his eyebrows raised.

I could feel the tension between us. He wanted to. I kind of did as well. But no. I can't do that to myself. It's Harry fucking Styles for fuck sake.

"Hmmm.. And if I don't?"

I playfully ask, putting a finger to my chin as I pretend to think and throw my hands up in the air.

"I won't have any other choice but to punish you"

He steps closer, holding my waist tightly towards himself as he whispers them into my ear seductively, making me get chills.

His hands start from my fingers and go over my stomach, then to my boobs, lightly squeezing them once before going back to my arms.

I bite my lip, holding back the tiny moan I was about to exhale. Gosh wtf is wrong with me.

He pulls me towards himself, my back onto his chest now as I feel his warm lips on my neck.

I feel him smirk, as I hear him chuckle lightly, knowing that I'm falling for it.

No. I. Am. Not. I swear.

I'm not gonna be one of his toys. Plus, he's not even attractive. Ew.

Right then, I feel his lips part to kiss my neck, leaving a wet kiss. Then his teeth lightly dig into my skin as he nibbles on my sweet spot.

Okay fuck this. I give up. He is so attractive.

"Shall we take this upstairs?"

He whispers into my neck, me standing there quiet as I try to fight back all the desire that's filling me up.

He really knows how to please a girl. But I won't be the girl he is going to please tonight. And most of all, I won't be the girl to please him tonight. It's not happening.

"Come on. We can't do this in front of these people"

He persuades, pulling me back with him as I try to get out of his tight grip.

"Stop"

I push him away, finally getting my senses back. What the hell was I thinking?

I observe how pissed he looks once I stare at him with an annoyed look. He chuckles, his hand rubbing his lip as he surprisingly looks down, disappointed.

He flashes me a glare and steps closer to me. His fingers drag against my arms, as he tries to stay chill and I can't lie, I was too.

"Come on, Ariana"

He begs, staring into my eyes.

Every time I look away, he grabs my face by cupping then to make me stare at him again and damn it is hard.

"I have to go"

I push him away, jerking his hands off of me as I quickly turn around, realizing how fast my heart is beating.

I see nothing but the entrance door and all I do is quickly walk to it and pull open the doors.

I need some air. This crowd is too packed and Harry just made a huge move on me. Okay maybe not that huge but definitely huge for me.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god"

I mumble to myself as I watch myself quickly stumble down the stairs, now not feeling drunk at all.

I quickly rush to my car, hopping in and shutting the door soon after.

I take a moment to breathe but it's not helping at all. I break down crying once I realize how desperate and stupid I looked tonight.

Drinking, dancing on top of a counter for attention and going to first base with Harry wasn't me.

I soon realized how disappointed my parents would be if they were there to see their daughter like that. Only if they were alive for that.

I close my fist and punch the steering wheel as hard as I possibly can, terribly angry at myself and at Scott.

The most important thing that wouldn't stop messing with me was the fact that I was about to lose myself to Harry.