Feelings

Chapter 14 : Sick (part two)

Meredith's POV

We all look up when a guy comes over to us.
"Do you ladies want a drink? It's on me." He smiles. He's cute, but not hot or anything. Just good looking.
"Sure." Annie nods.
"One for me." Perrie raises her hand.
"Yes please." Olivia smiles sweetly.
"I'm good." Taylor holds up her cup.
"Me too." Fizzy takes a sip of her soda that she told everyone was alcohol.
The guy looks at Mel and I.
"I have to drive home, so no thanks." She waves him off.
"Look at you, being responsible." Annie teases.
"And you?" The guy meets my eyes.
"No thank you." I shake my head. I don't drink, and I'm not legally old enough anyways. I hope none if the girls get drunk, or I'll be so uncomfortable.
"Are you sure?" He pushes.
"Yeah." I smile politely.
"Aw, come on Mere. Just a little? You don't have to drive home." Annie encourages.
"I'm ok." I say.
"Mere, just one cup." Eleanor says.
"I don't...."
"Just one. What's wrong with having a drink?" Perrie try's to convince me.
"Well nothing when it's legal." I say.
"You won't get in trouble. Everyone here drinks under age. Just one?" Annie says.
"Do you want it or not?" The guy looks at me impatiently.
"Just one." I give in.
The girls cheer, and the guy nods, walking to Nialls kitchen.

Harrys POV

"Mate?" Jame's taps my shoulder. He smells like alcohol and smoke.
"What?" I say. He better tell me what I want to hear.
"What do you want me to give her? Beer or vodka or what?"
"She said yes?" I frown. I can't believe she said yes.
"Yeah. Annie and her friends talked her into it." He shrugs.
Even though it's what I wanted, I'm going to have to have a talk with Annie. What kind of friend encourages someone to drink under age when they don't want to? Oh yeah, me.
"Yeah, give her the cherry vodka." I try to think of something Mere will like enough to keep drinking.
"Sure thing." James nods, walking away.
I sigh, just wishing it were all over. I just need to fuck her and wake up with her in the morning praying she has no recollection of it.
"Harry? What's up with you?" Niall asks. "Here, you need this." He hands me a drink.
I take the plastic cup, drinking from it. "Thanks." I nod.
"Sure thing bro."
After ten minutes I'm on my third drink, and feel like getting sick for a whole new reason.
"Mate, slow down." Niall frowns as I take a fourth cup.
"Leave him be." Michael says.
"Don't get too drunk, you've gotta drive your girlfriend home." Someone says behind me.
I turn slowly to see Louis, looking pissed.
"What's it to you?"
"She's drunk, you know. Totally drunk. Good job." He spits.
So my plan worked. "I had nothing to do with that." I lie.
"Oh I'm sure you didn't. She trusts you, you know?"
"Yeah. I know." I walk away, into Niall's living room. His party's are great because there is always booze and the music is never too loud. Great for headaches and hangovers. I spot Mere on the couch, and want to throw up. She's laughing loudly, her eyes bloodshot. The other girls are laughing too, but it's at her, not with her. Only Mel and Fiz are still sober, and they look guilty. They should.
"Hi Harry!" Mere giggles. I'm going to throw up.
"Hey." I walk over. I'm not drunk enough.
"Harry! You're... Hot." She grins. The other girls laugh loudly, but Mel and Fizzy look worried.
"Thanks love." I nod. "Come on, let's go." I hold out my hand, and she takes it. When she stands up she almost falls over, and Annie laughs loudly. "Some friend you are." I spit.
"Oh fuck off, we all know you'll enjoy her tonight." She rolls her eyes. If she weren't a girl I'd smack her.
"Come on, Mere."
"I'm not done with my DRINK though." She sings the word loudly.
"It's ok." I pull her along behind me, up the stairs. I have to do this now.
I find an empty bedroom, and slip inside, shutting the door behind us.
"Harry..." She mutters. "You're hot. Remember when I said that!" She laughs.
"Mhm." I press her against the wall, and kiss her. She kisses back, and her mouth tastes like cherry vodka. I never liked the stuff, but it tastes great on her tongue.
"You taste bad." She's crunches up her nose.

Meredith's POV

I'm so drunk. I know I'm drunk, and I know I'm acting crazy but that logical part of my brain doesn't seem to be connecting to my body as I kiss Harry.
"You taste bad." My logic manages to say out loud, though it uses my bodies voice, high pitched and slightly slurred.
He stops kissing my mouth, moving down to my neck. I'm reminds of the days he caught me at the party, or pushed me against a tree. Only now I like it. His lips leave kisses all over my neck and collar bone, until he sucks hard on the skin, leaving his mark.
"Come here." He breaths, his breath sending shivers down my spine. The alcohol in my body is beginning to take over my logic as I follow Harry to the bed, and end up straddling him. I bend over to kiss him, this time ignoring the taste of beer on his lips.
"You're hot." I say for the third time. To my brain it sounds retarded, and I don't know why I keep stating that. Maybe Emma screwed up my head this morning.
"Even drunk you can't stop complimenting people." He says, flipping us over so he hovers over me.
"Take your shirt off." I say, longing to see his muscular torso and black tattoos.
"Only if you do." He kisses me.
"Ok." I agree. My head says no but my body tells it to fuck off as Harry pulls his t-shirt off, revealing what I want to see. My fingers reach for his skin, but he stops me.
"Your turn."
I nod, and let him pull my shirt over my head. He glances at my chest and my purple bra, before kissing me again. My hands go to his stomach, feeling his muscles as he breaths in and out. His skin is hot and clammy.
My stomach tightens when he brushes his thumb over the top of my breast, and down my side.
"I'm taking your jeans off." He states, but he meets my eyes long enough for me to nod consent. My brain still tells me no but my body is way past caring what it says anymore. Harry unbuttons and unzips my jeans, sliding them down my legs until I'm in my bra and underwear.
"Your turn." I whisper, tugging on his jeans.
He kisses my chest, then my stomach, and then he pulls his jeans off.
"I'm going to take your bra off." He says, not waiting for my response before he reaches underneath me and unhooks it. My breath quickens when he slides it down my arms, staring at my chest. I have the strongest urge to fold my arms across my chest but he reads my mind, snatching my wrists and holding them above my head. I meet his eyes, and I can see the pain and drunkenness there. His green eyes are bloodshot and tired, but now I know what he's going to do. I know why I was offered a drink, and I know why Harry brought me up here.
"Harry..." I whisper.
"Yeah?" He kisses me, his chest pressed against mine.
"When you steal my virginity, please be gentle."

Harrys POV

"I'm taking your jeans off." I say, meeting her eyes. She nods once, and I undo the button and zipper, pulling them off her legs. The old me is still slowly taking over as I stare at her body.
"Your turn." She slurs, pulling on my own jeans. I kiss the top of her breast, and then her stomach before I remove my jeans.
"I'm going to take your bra off." I reach behind her, not giving her a chance to say no, and pull the purple fabric down her arms. Before she can cross her arms, I pull her wrists above her head, enjoying the view. Old me is moving back in pretty quick now. She looks into my eyes, and my heart stops at the realization that I'm about to rape the owner of the blue eyes staring at me with such understanding.
"Harry." She croaks.
"Yeah?" I give her an honest kiss. My chest touches her and I can feel her breasts.
"When you steal my virginity, please be gentle." She begs.
My breath catches in my throat at her words.
"Just be slow ok?" She asks. "Please don't hurt me."
I blink several times, the old me fading away as I meet her blue eyes. She still trusts me. She knows what I planned and she still trusts me. She's still here, underneath me. She didn't ask me to go away, or to stop. She just asked me not to hurt her. She reaches up and uses her thumb to wipe away a tear I didn't know I cried. I collapse on top of her, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her. I start to cry in earnest, and she hugs me back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I sob over and over again. I no longer care about her chest against mine, or her legs tangled with mine. I just focus on her hands, gently stroking my back and hair as I cry like a pathetic child. I have cried more times in the last three days then I have in the last three years. I just can't handle it all anymore.
"It's ok." She says, her voice shaky and tired. She's comforting me. I should be comforting her, but instead I cry into her bare shoulder and repeat poor apologies.
"It's ok." She whispers. "It's ok."
"I'm sorry." I choke, hugging her body.
After a minute I manage to control my crying. I've got to grow up, because she's the one that needs comforting right now. Maybe not from me. I should leave. I should call someone to come take care of her. I take a deep breath, and move to get off the bed.
"Please don't leave me." She says, her voice cracking. I look down to find her blue eyes full of tears ready to fall. She blinks twice, and the tears slip sideways down her face. "Don't leave." She begs, her voice barely audible.
I sink down to the mattress, and tug her against me. She curls into my side, her arms against my chest.
"I'm sorry." I say again.
"Don't leave." She says one last time, falling asleep.

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A/N
I hope you liked! Sorry it's short, don't worry there's a part three!!! Please please vote and comment it would mean so so much to me.