Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Macy

**A/N** If you don't remember who Macy is, I advise you to go back to chapter 12. 

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Macy

**Harry's POV**

Ashlyn led me away from the bar and I followed after her. I held her hand like a child, trying to keep my balance as the world tipped from every angle. I had drunk more bottles than I could possibly remember and I was feeling the buzz. There was nothing better than not having to think about anything. 

"HARRY! HARRY!" I heard my name being called in the distance. Bright flashes erupted from around me and I threw a smile on my face. I chuckled and waved at the cameras. 

"Hiiiii," I slurred and tripped on my own feet, falling to the ground. Ashlyn turned around to look down at me. "I feel."

"Fell? I see that," she said and yanked me off the ground. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"HARRY! ASHLYN! SO IT'S TRUE?!" Someone screamed at us. I groaned a reply and nodded my head. Fuck yeah. Whatever they were talking about was true. 

Where was my beer? Didn't I have one in my hand? I stepped forward and had to grab Ashlyn's shoulder to stop myself from falling over again. Gravity was being a royal bitch today. 

"Let's go babe. I just want to have you," I said in her ear, pulling her body suggestively into my body. The smell of smoke invaded my nose and I cringed away in disgust. Why did she smell so much like cigarettes? 

I still blamed Zayn.

Ashlyn took a couple minutes posing for the cameras with me wrapped around her waist. I don't know if she was answering questions or just enjoying being in front of all the news media. It wasn't like her to actually enjoy it. Last time I checked, she hated it all. But I was drunk, and I couldn't give a damn whether or not she was suddenly interested in the cameras. All I knew was that I was drunk, horny, and about to have sex with Ashlyn.

I was floating on clouds. Soft, bouncy clouds. 

After she was done smiling and talking to them, we broke away from them. She pulled me into the elevator where she smiled suggestively at me, tempting me right then and there. 

"Strange," I suddenly said. She looked at me worried for a moment.

"What's strange?" She was biting her lip. I wanted to bite her lip...maybe if I just lean down...

"Nothing. Your eye color. It just looks really light right now," I answered making myself focus on something other than her pink lips. I wanted to kiss them again and hopefully feel that same passion I felt in the kitchen with her. Was it possible for it to just disappear because of a couple drinks?

"Florescent lights," was all she said. 

The elevator doors dinged and I expected us to be at the top suite again, but was greeted with a regular hallway. "Where are we?" I asked.

'"What are you talking about Harry?" She pulled me down the hallway. I watched her long brown hair swish behind her.

"Why aren't we going to your floor?" 

"Um...I don't want the other boys to know," she answered hesitantly. 

"Oh bu-"

She cut me off with a kiss. I accepted it and kissed her back. "How about we stop talking?" She asked in a whisper against my lips. I ignored the disappointing factor of not experiencing the same feeling as before. She felt different.