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Turns out Harry wasn't lying, he knew all of the neat places located in new york whether they were in the open or stuck in the small space between a two decker walgreens and mcdonalds. He took me to some small art places and we even ended up eating at Sardi's. It was nearly one and we both were stumbling clearly drunk off our feet. About two blocks up was a karaoke bar and we shared a look as we both smirked widely.

Pumping our fists in the air we stumbled over to the entrace, the short and stout man gave us one look and stepped aside allowing our entrance. The lights were shining in an assortment of colors as music blared so loud you could hear it from blocks away. As we walked inside our hands were grabbed by a random group of intoxicated teens seeking a new pair of singers. Shaking my head nervously, I walk over to an empty bench and plop down. Maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself, I've barely known this guy for more than a day.

Looking up, I spot Harry stumbling onto the stage and getting handed a mic. I giggle softly and look down nervously as his gaze meets mine. The intro to 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' sounds throughout the tiny karaoke bar and I can't help but giggle at the silly song choice of his.

"Poppppyyyy come onnnn stage with meee," he slurs loudly into the mic and the crowd starts to chant my name. I shake my head in disbelief that I am actually doing this. I press my hands into the bench forcefully and stand up, stumbling over to the tiny stage. Harry's grin widens as he notices my presence.

I take the mic carefully from the small lady and giggle looking down nervously. If I were sober I would never be doing this but I knew I was damn wasted once I took that shot at the bar Harry and I went to first. He and I have been hanging out for maybe two hours now and my phone was filled with notifications that I had twenty five missed calls ten of them being Louis and fifteen of them being Karlie.

I was soon pulled out of my crazed thoughts as the song resumed playing and Harry started to hum a little into the mic. He was too adorable, I knew if I had agreed to these festivities that I would find myself falling for the damned boy but I couldn't help myself. His eyes seemed to be the color of a green forest containing many secrets, and his pearly white smile has you melting with every stretch of his lips.

"Don't go breaaaaakiiiingggg my heaaaartttt," Harry sung loudly into the mic and I giggled nearly falling over into a fit of giggles.

"I wouldn't if I trieeeeed," I slurred slightly and winked at the curly headed boy.

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Twenty minutes later Harry and I were climbing into a yellow taxi in a slightly less intoxicated manner. Karaoke had gone well and Harry and I even ended up dancing, despite the fact we were in a drunken state Harry seemed to still muster up enough strength to lift me up into the dirty dancing pose. He was such a gentlemen and I don't know how the rest of this night is going to plan out, but I knew in the depths of my mind I hoped that the curly headed boy would never leave my side.

Yet I still felt that pang of guilt once I was reminded of the fact that Harry was still best friends with Louis and I couldn't create a love triangle like I once had before. Love triangles often occur in love stories yet while people often wish for them to happen with themselves they never take into thought that even if it is considered a good feeling for people to fight over you, you must take into thought that someone will end up hurt in the process.

No matter how much it hurt me I had to try and spare the curly headed boy's feelings the most and let him down easily.

"Um sir, can youuu drive uuus to 155 Franklin Street?" I slurred slightly and grumbled under my breath as I realized I was still partially intoxicated. Turning my head to the side slightly, I was met with a wide smirk from Harry and raised my eyebrow.

"What is it?" I questioned and he chuckled softly.

"You don't want to have to faaaace Louuuuuu," Harry teased and I crossed my arms in annoyance. He was right, maybe I could let him down in an easy way now since he was already still partially drunk.

"Harry please listen to me well, you and I can't see each other anymore, trust me I enjoyed this night more than anything but I just can't cause a love triangle between you and your best friend, friendship should always come before love no matter what love conquers," I spoke and looked down to avoid his reply.

"Poppppppy why? I can't stoooop thinking about youuu and your beautiful eyes and your golden haaair," He whined and scooted closer making it tougher for me to let down the poor boy.

He gently placed his index finger under my chin and made me look him in the eyes. Those damn eyes, the ones that make my thoughts incoherent and make me lose my focus. He leaned slightly forward brushing my lips with his, letting his hot breath fan my face as he never dared to move his gaze. His breath smelled of spear mint and whiskey, a devious mixture.

"Tell me you never want to see me again that you never want to kiss me or to look into my eyes as I press my body against yours," He mumbled and pressed his lower area against mine resulting in a low moan left from my lips. He smirked and ran his hand slowly through my hair, using his other hand to cup my cheek carefully.

"Forget Louis, I met you first," He spoke harshly and pressed his lips against mine in a harsh manner. His lips hungrily moved with mine in perfect sync as I breathed in his scent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lowered him so my fingers could run through his knotted curls. He let out a low moan and chuckled against my lips in a most cocky tone.