Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 32: That didn't completely suck

This one is for carolinebailey777. Go follow her shes an amazing girl and a dedicated directioner. Love her to death and you will too. <3

I wrote, like, 2 chapters for Liam's birthday, so I had to get something out for Niall's... even if it's got, like, next to none of him in it :( but it's long and it's 1D inspired and i liked it. anyways, let's all celebrate having Nialler in this world by reading a little bit... love you, you sexy stud of an irishman. Oh and readers, I love you too.... loooool.

p.s.- please comment. i'm lonely. daaa. and if you need a hot niall fix, reread ch 23. i fixed it today, btdub.

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Chapter 32: That didn't completely suck

*Harry's POV*

We were all done with the interview and back at home by the time Zayn called Louis to go and pick him up from some random adress. I guess someone got some last night...

Last night was great. Ollie was sexy in her little green dress. We went to the club and went shot for shot against each other in a sort of competition, snogging in between each round.

After about 2 hours and 9 shots of tequila later, Ols seemed more than woozy on her feet. She was tall for a girl, almost as tall as me without her heels, but she was thin. I had a lot more muscle mass and body weight than her so the alcohol's effect would hit her harder and faster. I didn't want her to get sloppy or sick. We were out to enjoy the night and blow off some steam. Knowing she is probably as stubborn as her brother Tom and never would admit defeat in a contest, I conceeded. In reality, it was a win win situation for both of us. Ollie wouldn't get sick and I could enjoy the rest of the carefree evening with her.

"In your FACE Styles! I thought you were some kind of champion the way you were bragging earlier, but I beat you fair and square," she said while doing what I assumed was a victory dance. In reality Ollie was just really flailing her arms around and moving drunkenly around in a sort of circle hopping up and down. I feared she was going to break an ankle in those heels the way she was jumping.

"Yes, you win," I said grasping her wildly waving arms. "And I'm completely crushed," I said with a fake pout. "But what can I say? You're better at everything," I said brushing hair away from her face.

"No one likes a kiss ass Harry," she smirked but I could tell I was getting through to her.

"I'm shocked!" I told her, placing my hand over my heart in mock disbelief. "You beat me at drinking," I lied. "You're the best at getting me all hot and bothered," I smiled letting my dimples show. I knew she loved my dimples.

She replied with a "Pffft" sound, blowing air through her lips and rolling her eyes.

"And you're a better kisser than me..." I said leaning in close to her.

I kept my lips just milimeters away from hers to tease her, to see if she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I had been painfully turned on all fucking night. I needed to know that she felt even an ounce of what I was feeling.

She suddenly lurched forward, mashing her lips to mine. When she let me further the kiss, she tasted of lime and salt from our tequila shots.

I kissed her greedily, making up for all that lost time we had wasted these past few miserable days. Our tongues played tag with each other in her mouth, dancing around feeling for one another. It was a rush. I grabbed her hips, the fabric of her dress bunching up in my fists. I felt dizzy. Was it the alcohol or the lack of air from kissing? It was probably the fact that my entire blood flow was rushing straight from my head and being redirected right to my dick.