It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3: So Here's the Story...

Chapter 3: So Here's the Story...

Alright. I'm guessing you want to know how this whole thing started between Harry and I. Right? Okay, then. Brace yourselves.

F l a s h b a c k

It was the after party. We had just won the soccer game and everyone was going crazy. Music blasting through the house, people grinding all over one another, dim lighting, yelling and playful screaming of teens in the pool, heated make out sessions in the hot tub, and lousy hook ups going on in the rooms that they will either forget or regret.

I, on the other hand, was doing none of those things.

"Come on Kat. You can't just sit here the whole time and drink away all of your problems." My so called "best friend" Tiffany whined.

"Oh, yes I can." I said taking another gulp of the liquid. It ran down my throat giving me a burning sensation I much enjoyed.

"We're dancing." Tiffany pulled me up by one arm as I tried not spilling any of the beer like my shitty life depended on it.

"Uggghhh." I groaned. We walked over to where most of the people were dancing, the obnoxious clicking of our heels made my head want to bang into a brick wall, hard.

"Don't be a bitch the whole night." Tiffany gave me a sad look.

"Me, a female dog, never." My exaggerated sarcasm got the best of me.

"Then let's have some fuuun. Jessie was an ass to cheat on you." She gave a reassuring smile. "Fun, you, me?" She nugged my shoulder raising her eyebrows.

"Fine." I gave in letting out a little laugh from her overly excited self.

"Yayyyy!" Tiff squealed.

Tiffany and I began dancing. And by dancing, I mean acting like easy to get sluts. What can I say, the alcohol influences my actions.

1_ h o u r_ l a t e r

Drinking, drinking, and more drinking. I just couldn't stop. Sip after another lead to gulp after gulp that had lead to chugging beer after beer.

Tiffany somehow vanished out of thin air and I couldn't help but to have liquor be my only company. A few guys came over and hit on me, but I was NOT going to be one of those girls who had a one night stand and ended up getting prego or an STD. I'm not that drunk.

I was dancing on a table having a pretty good time. Too good of a time. I felt so loose, so free. Nothing could beat this moment. It's weird because I also felt . . . high? And hot. Like actual burning hot. Like someone locked me in a sauna, hot.

I started to zip down my zipper at the side and peel off the tight, tube of a dress.

"Woah, woah, woah. I don't think you should be doing that." A British accent spoke. I looked down and saw Harry Styles. The team's soccer captain. Not to mention, one of the hottest guys in school. But I'd never admit that. A red shirt hung from his chest. Tan khakis on his lower half.

"But it's soooo hot in here." I breathed.

"Come on down." He held out a hand for me to steady myself with as I tried getting off the modern ,black table.

He began leading me through loads of intoxicated teenagers, me stumbling through. I looked down trying to calculate my stepping and noticed I didn't have any shoes on.

"Dammit. I just bought those clickers." I whined leaning my head on Harry's shoulder.

He chuckled and we continued on. I saw a red cup in a girl's hand and without thinking, I reached for it taking a long swig.