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day of (part 3)

WARNING: MATURE SCENES INVOLVING ALCOHOL, SEX, AND ABUSE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE AFOREMENTIONED.

7 pm- twentieth hour

"Well, now that we are all together," Harry started, clasping his hands together and looking at everyone all around the room. "What do you say we open a few drinks?" He yelled, everyone cheering in response. Except of course, Lux.

Connor eyed Harry carefully, smiling at him, yet she felt he is terribly nervous and wanted to forget it by getting pissed drunk. And Pissed Drunk Harry isn't a good Harry.

So, everyone popped open a bottle each, and got to chugging. The boys were going hardcore, but no one as hardcore as Harry. The girls were going slow, but no one as slow as Connor. Except Lux, of course, who was in the corner playing on her phone.

8 pm- twenty-first hour

Connor nervously pushed through all the half-drunk people crowded in her living room to get to the one fully drunk male, Harry. She reached him and grabbed his forearm.

"Harry, maybe lay off the drinks a bit?" She offered gently, taking the bottle out of his hand.

"Connor," he said. He grabbed the bottom of her shorts and tugged on them. "These are too much tight," he slurred.

"I'll go change if you want, let's just stop with the drinks, okay?" She tried, swatting his hand away, and once again pulling the bottle out of his hand.

"No, I'm happy," he smiled.

"I know you are, but you can be happy without beer," she bit.

"No, I can't," he insisted.

"Okay, you get alcohol poisoning and die," she snapped and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her so that she could change her shorts. Harry's eyes were still on her lower half all night.

The door opened just as she was unbuttoning her pants, and she spun around in a hurry. Harry was drunkenly stumbling in, and immediately shut the door behind him.

"Harry, get out," she shooed.

"No," he stood his ground.

"Yes, I'm changing and you aren't sober," she said, zipping her pants back up.

"It's okay. I just need a minute alone. But with you," he smiled, plopping down on the bed.

"Harry, are you still nervous about something?" She soothed, walking over to him.

He set down his beer on the table and held onto her hips, softly looking up at her. "I just still have this really sick feeling. I don't know why. Everything is going great," he confessed.

"Harry, look at me," she whispered, holding onto his chin. "Everyone loves you. They're so happy to be here. There's absolutely nothing to worry about," she said. She pulled him in for a kiss.

Her intended peck on the lips quickly turned into something more. Harry leaned farther into her, breathing heavily as he tried to suck on as much of her lips as he could.

"Harry, let's go back out there," she shakily mumbled, gently pushing on his shoulders. She did not have a good feeling about this.

He shook his head, grabbing her hands. He rubbed his nose against hers to try to calm her nerves. At the same time, he got her to intertwine her fingers with his.

"Please, Connor. I just need a little distraction," Harry slurred, his hot breath spreading all over her face. Her nose turned up in disgust at the strong smell of alcohol.