Chapter Five

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Harry's POV 

I can't believe that I had agreed to go to Vegas with the gang. It meant seeing Liz for two weeks straight- two fucking weeks! That gives me enough time to get her back with me. Right now, we are driving to Nevada. It's been an awkward two hours so far, and I don't know who let Louis drive, but, it gave me a lot of time to think. I will make her and I share a room, then she will get totally drunk at a club and we will kiss. The next morning, she will realize her feelings for me haven't completely fled her brain. It is a foolproof plan.

Liz's POV 

We arrive at the Bellagio Resort and my mouth drops when we arrive at our three bedroom penthouse. It's beautiful in every corner. The rooms were polished to perfection and the living/dining areas were sleek and modern.  

"Alright, it's time to divvy up rooms," Liam stated," I'll be with Zayn and Niall in the room with three beds. Harry, Liz, Louis, and El you guys can figure out the rest." I looked at El with an expectant face. She wasn't going to make me share with Harry, right? 

"Lizard, do you mind if..."  

"You can bunk with Boobear, it's fine." I consoled her. She started grinning uncontrolably at me. Jeez, this girl is the happiest I have ever met. We all went to our rooms to unpack and Harry started to push the beds together. 

"What are you doing?" I asked him. 

" it really opens up the room if you move them together, see?" He said, finishing. He was right, it did open up the room.  

"Whatever, just don't pull anything funny, Kay?" He chuckled at me. I was about to lecture him but a knock interrupted our conversation. It was Niall, 

" Get your hoochie clothes on, cuz we are going dancing! Woot! Woot!" He said in an American accent. I swear, this kid.  

An hour later, we were all standing by the front door ready to go. I was wearing a gray sequined mini dress with gray suede heels. I put my hair up in a messy bun and finished the look with a touch of make up and a silver locket I got for my 12th birthday. El was wearing a light pink swingy dress that went to just above the knee. Together, we walked outside to the awaiting Cadillac escalade. They took us to Lavo Nightclub, a fancy, upbeat scene, and it was ace inside.  

" I'll have a Lime mojito please. And two jello shots!" I ordered. The guy gave me a questioning look but handed me the drinks. Once I downed the two shots, I had a pleasant buzz in my head, and I took my last drink to the dance floor.

I was dancing with a random boy when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Louis making out with another girl. I got Eleanor and showed her what was happening. The last thing I remember, she was furiously walking over to them.

Harry's POV 

I found my way out of the sweaty mingling bodies and onto a bar stool where I found Lizzy drinking even more alcohol. I made my way over to her, to see if she was alright. She was obviously drunk and didn't need any more to drink. 

"Elizabeth, you need to burn off the alcohol and dance, come on!" I said pulling her to the floor. She started to seriously grind on me and I was enjoying it until she took my hand and led me outside to a dark alley. 

" I have this asssss of a friendddd rights?" She slurred, collasping to her knees," I know he likesss mee and I think I likesss him, too!"  

She most likely didn't remember who I was because she started crying and yelling 'stranger danger'. I just ignored that and called our driver. He stated that he would be here in thirty minutes. And you know what made that even better! It started to rain, not just rain, legitimately pour. All of the sudden, Liz spun around and smacked her lips to mine. I still felt our chemistry. The spark between us was as strong as ever and her lips were soft like butter. Just as soon as the kiss started, it was over. Elizabeth looked like she was about to faint, so, I picked her up and carried her to the newly arrived car. I gently placed her in the back seat and looked at her peacefully sleeping face. Man, she was hot even when she was trashed.

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