Inciting Incident (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

Time goes by and I can't control my mind
Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time
Just keep breathin

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We were in the club, I can't remember the name of, and we were in a VIP section which was actually very exciting. The bass vibrated the whole building but I felt safer knowing not just anyone could come up here. It was 10 pm and the club was starting to get busy. Harry's friend and bandmate Liam joined us to celebrate due to him being up for a award as well. I got along with Liam really well, he seemed so sweet and genuine.

Gemma decided she would get the drinks in and I almost pass out at the amount she has bought as she tries to balance her tray over to us.

"You said you were going getting drinks for us, not the whole bar," I say bewildered as she just smirks at me slamming the tray down onto the table.

"Drinks are served" She laughs picking up a shot and handing it to me and then one to Liam and the same for Harry.

"3..2..1." I gulp the clear substance back, clenching my eyes shut as the burning sensation fills my mouth and I swallow as quick as I can trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth.

The first one is always the worst,  the first one's always the worst, I silently chant to myself as I feel the liquid settle in my stomach.

This is why I don't drink. I hate the taste of alcohol, especially vodka, and I was always known for being a light-weight. 

After a few cocktails and a couple more shots, Gemma dragged me up to the dance floor for a boogie, leaving the men in the booth. Funnily enough, I was right about the first being the worst as now I couldn't care less what I was drinking. Harry had been preoccupied talking to the barmaids so I luckily didn't have to talk to him about the kitchen incident or at all.

Gemma holds one of my hands as we twirl around the dancefloor, probably looking like total idiots, but I couldn't care less I was just enjoying the feeling of being slightly tipsy. I love drinking why haven't I done this sooner? I feel like I could take on the world.

"Liam is staring." Gemma nudged me, looking up to the booth. I was about to turn but Gemma stopped me. "Don't make it obvious I just told you." I rolled my eyes playfully whilst trying to dance I do a quick 360 looking towards the booth and Liam is looking at me smiling causing me to blush. After what feels like 5 hours which was more like 30 minutes of dancing Gemma says she's going back to the booth.

"I'm going to grab a drink, I'll be up in a minute." I tell her my voice slightly more high pitched than normal and she nodded heading back to the VIP section. Leaning on the bar I realize I may be a bit tipsier than I first thought. I am such a light-weight. I giggle to myself as I wait for my turn to be served. I was waiting for over 10 minutes when I felt a presence close to my side. I looked to see Harry.

"Do you need a hand?" He mutters clearly referring to the fact that I hadn't been served yet and I wasn't doing anything about it.

"Does it look like I need a hand?" I shoot back holding up both of my empty palms, while becoming defensive. I don't need help. I'm quite capable to do this on my own. Even if the bartender does look quite intimidating and I keep letting other people in front of me.

"Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?" He smirks and I look at his face pulling my head backward and scoffing before leaning closer to him.

"Don't use big words like that." I slur completely confused as to what he just said he shakes his head and I laugh. "I still don't like you ya know." I continue poking his shoulder hoping it would get him stumbling back but instead he just raises an eyebrow at me.