PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

s a t u r d a y
9 p m

"I'm so exhausted." Jack sighs, sitting on the couch.

"I know you are." I kept my eyes on the TV as Jack explained the tiring week he had.

"Want a beer?" I ask standing up to grab myself a glass of wine.

"No, thanks." He scrunches his face up. "My PT told me that alcohol is one of the most unnoticeable ways of putting on weight."

"Well. I'm having a rosé." I grab the bottle from the fridge, and my favourite wine glass from the cupboard.

"And rosé is one of the worst to drink too." Jack watched me pour it, but I proceeded to pour the wine into the glass, not stopping until it neared the rim.

From the size of my wine glass, it took most of the bottle of wine.

"That's big." He chuckles, frowning.

I look at it, nodding. Once the wine was back I'm the fridge, I take the glass and drink a good quarter of the glass. I moan, feeling the alcohol glide down my chest.

"You're missing out. Who gives a shit about weight when they're enjoying themselves." I put my glass of wine on the table and prop my feet up.

"You? You're always complaining about your weight. That you wish you were skinnier, or that you wish you had no stretch marks. I'm not being funny, Phoebs... that's not gonna happen with out work. It doesn't happen at the click of a finger." Jack picks up his phone and I stare at him blankly, picking up my wine and downing the rest of it.

He scoffs, and shakes his head.

"Fuck you, Jack." I stand to make another glass of wine, feeling it in my head from how fast I drank the other one.

"Really?" He scoffs, again. "Literally cannot say anything to you without you getting butt hurt."

"Of course I'm butt hurt, Jack. My own fucking boyfriend is making me feel like shit, telling me what to do, what to eat or drink. You know, when most people in a relationship aren't happy about themselves, the partner is meant to remind them how loved they are. And how it doesn't matter, how they think they're perfect in their eyes. But all I get is my boyfriend humming in agreement. So yes, fuck you Jack." I finished the glass of wine, slamming it down on the counter.

"For fucks sake, Phoebe. You can be so dramatic." He rests his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"Jack, I'd be quiet if I were you." My jaw clenched, I feel tempted to grab another bottle of wine.

He laughs, throwing his head back. "What are you gonna do? Huh?" He looks at me and I stand with pursed lips.

Go find someone else.

"You're wrong, when most people aren't happy about themselves, the person in the relationship guides them in right direction. Is you're figure banging? Yes. Could you lose a bit of weight? Yes. And I'm helping you, so stop moaning about it." He stands and my jaw drops.

Go find someone else.

"Are you fuckin-"

"I'm going bed. Have fun drinking down here by yourself." Jack laughs, standing and grabbing his phone before making his way upstairs.

Go find Harry.

I grab a bottle of wine, pouring it into the glass and downing it, before making my way over to the door.

I look in the mirror, running my hands through my hair and making sure I looked okay. Black yoga pants painted my legs, making my arse look good and an oversized graphic tee was tied up. I didn't look my best, but right now I didn't care.

Slipping on my vans, I made my way outside and across the street to where the party was just getting started.

"Can you get Harry for me." I asked a guy standing out the front, smoking his cigarette. He nods, eyeing me up and down before making his way inside.

I try to stand still, and make it seem like I wasn't drunk.

"Phoebe?" Harry furrows his eyebrows. "The music isn't loud?"

"Just need to speak to you." I try and sound sober, though I'm not sure if it's believable. I take his hand in mine and pull him away from the house and down the street a bit further.

"Phoebe? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I stop by around the corner, pushing him against a wall.

"I am now." I take his jaw in my hands and pull his lips towards mine, and my knees fall weak as I feel his plumpness against mine.

Harry grunts, his hands on my waist to pull me closer. "Phoebe." He moans and I whimper, pulling his lips back to mine.

My fingers found their way through his brown locks, his hands moving around my waist to my arse, taking a handful of it.

Harry pushes me back to the wall behind me, and I realised then that we were in some kind of alley way. His lips made their way down to my neck and I moaned, arching my back into him.

"Harry." I moan, hands pulling on his hair and I roll my head back. His hands move underneath my thighs, and when he mumbled 'jump', I did.

My legs tight around his hips, our lower halves so close yet so far.

His lips were back on mine in no time, my back leant against the wall for balance as my hands smoothed over his chest.

"This is better than I ever imagined." Harry pulled away, kissing down my jaw. "God... I just wanna taste all of you." His hands squeeze the flesh of my arse again and I pant, my head rolling back again.

"Harry." I whimper. "Feels so good." My hands pull on his hair and he growls out, my panties getting wetter than they ever were before.

I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to me in need of friction. Harry moans when I'm pushed up against his bulge.

"Fuck, Phoebs." He gulps, throwing his head back and I watch in awe at the beauty in front of me.

The time away from Harry's lips I realised where we were. In an alleyway around the corner from my house that I share with my boyfriend.

"Can't do this." My head falls forward onto his shoulder.

"God, please. Y'don't know how long I've been waiting..." He kissed my neck.

"I'm not thinking straight." I admit, and he panted into my neck.

"Okay." I could tell he was gutted, but respected my decision. We were in the same position, my head on his shoulder, his hands still firm on his arse. I feel bad for leaving him with such a bulge, but his hand will have to do for tonight.

I let my legs fall from his waist and I dropped down finally looking up at him. His lips were now red from our extreme kissing, his cheeks rosy and forehead glistening. Hair was tussled and he looked extremely sexy.

"Jesus Christ." I chuckle.

"Yeah, Jesus Christ."

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