Choose Me // Mature Harry Styles

i. Unknown

"Hey Stel, first day tomorrow huh?" Carol cheered, raising her glass of wine up in the air. I giggled, brushing my hair away from my face.

"Hey everyone," Carol stood up causing the crowd noises to summer down. "My best friend's got a new job that starts tomorrow and can we all just congratulate her?" She wooed.

"Carol!" I elbowed her, "it's not that big of a deal. shut up." This was just embarrassing, I came here to get a drink, possibly even get drunk which I know is a bad idea that I start my first day at my job tomorrow. Carol being too busy now with the whole crowd having they're full attention on her, she forgot the main reason to why we came here.

"Another please." I asked the bartender, getting a nod in response as he started right away with my drink.

"You don't seem so pleased here." a deep voice sitting next to me caught me by surprise.

"Pardon?" I coughed.

"Your face expression shows you don't want to be here in the first place."

"My face," I laughed , "expression or whatever it is you're thinking is none of your business, so why bother telling you? I hardly know you." I frowned.

He chuckled, tipping his glass on the table. Taking a look at him, he had a big black coat on, a cap hiding his hair but couldn't tame his curly locks well enough to conceal them. He was good looking, oh very good looking.

"You're right," he nods, "we hardly know each other but I know one thing of you. First day of your job tomorrow and already I see you're gonna have a bad hangover."

"Oh shut up." I burst out laughing. Grabbing the glass of vodka and chugged it down.

"You should be a bit-"

"Shut up. You don't own me." I slurred, but my kept my stand still.

"I wish." I heard him whisper, a smirk recoiling on his lips. I gasped, the glass slipping from my grasp and onto the floor.

"Shit!" he hissed, jumping off from his seat and going down on his knees to pick up the glasses and shouting for the bartender to get a trash bin for him to throw the pieces of glasses away. I looked down at him, seeing his cap fell down to the floor, unleashing his wild curls everywhere.

I like him on his knees. Shit! Since when did I think that? Feeling my face go crimson, I looked around for Carol but had no such luck.

"You should be more careful Stel." He said, getting back on his feet with a grim look on his face. I giggled, shaking my head at him.

"I would've if you weren't so distracting." I licked my bottom lip. He raised a eyebrow in surprise, his mouth parting a little as he was stunned to what I said. Then he did the next thing I would never thought he would do.

"You distract me when you lick those pretty lips of yours, making me want to bring mine down on yours." he whispered in my ear. I swallowed, feeling the heat surging through my body. I'm drunk, I thought, I can't let this guy who I don't even know fool around with me like this.

"Would you excuse me." I blurb, pushing him back a bit as I took my first step to the entrance but failed miserably as I tripped myself and hit my face down hard on the floor.

"Jesus! Stel, you okay?" he rushes down to me, his arms going round my waist and bringing me up to meet his chin. Everything went twirling as I stop up, causing me to stumble a bit, but he wouldn't let go of me. "Seems that you drank enough before I even got to talk with you and it hasn't kicked till you drank all that vodka down."

I nodded, hissing between my teeth from the pain my head was causing. I'm pretty sure, I'm going to get a colorful bruise somewhere on my forehead. Opening my eyes, I'm distraught by the strong scent of the cologne he was wearing and the aftershave scent.

He smells yummy. Even looks yummy too. I thought. I gasped of my absurd thought looking up at the stranger who still had me in his arms.

Being close up, I noticed his eyes were green. Yet from far, they looked as if they were but was I wrong. He has a broad nose, sharp cheekbones that protruded out. I could tell he freshly shaved but yet missed a spot on his chin, showing a bit of stubble there. Then my eyes landed down on his lips, which looked thin and pink but would I ever place mine on his! Yes oh yes!

What is wrong with me?! I screamed loudly in my mind. I can't be eye-fucking this candy man! That is just wrong! Yet so right!

"Oh god," I covered my mouth, "I think I'm about to be sick." I mumbled. His eyes widen in alert and shouted something to someone who wasn't far from him and then dashed off with me to the front.

Opening the doors from the bar just made me more sick when the cold air slapped us on our faces. Next to us were bushes and a couple who were making out aggressively, the dude's hand inside the girl's panties.

The guy caught sight of what I was looking and smirked.

"Hey!" he alerted the couple, disturbing them in both humiliation and awkwardness. "Go finger her somewhere else, she's about to puke he-" and on cue I did.

"Oh gross!" the girl squealed, pulling the guy's hand away and pulling him to the other side of the curb. I drank too much, as I kept throwing up on the bushes. Feeling a hand on my neck, my breath hitched, feelings his hand going up to my hair and wrapped his fingers in my hair to make a ponytail and pulled up and out of my face reach as I felt once again bile coming up my throat.

I don't know what's worse, if it was me puking in the front of the bar, where a total stranger whom I don't know is holding my hair and rubbing my back or thinking naughty thoughts about this man.

"Never am I drinking this much." I said to myself but he just chuckled.

"Hope not. Well, you are hot when you're drunk." He tried hiding a smile but fails. I rolled my eyes, and wiped my mouth with the end sleeve of my shirt.

"Well not hot right now." I raised my arms a bit. "But I bet you like your woman like that huh?" I shrugged. He looked surprised but brushed it off, as he fixed his coat.

"I don't like taking woman drunk, like you for example, I don't like my girls being intoxicated." He says, staring down on me. I coughed, which wasn't a good idea as to my throat was dry as a desert.

"You need water," he frowns , "plus it's freezing out here and all you're wearing is a long sleeve." he places his hand down on my back and pushes me a bit, telling me to walk back inside.

A.N's
Hello, this won't be the official chapter to this book, I'll edit it again but for now it'll stay like this. So I hope you'll enjoy 'Choose Me' . I'll update either sooner or later due to school and work. x // Jenny