This one is really long, and there really only is one smut scene. I was going to make this a full fanfic, but decided against it, so yeah.
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“Come on, babe!” Harry yelled through my door. “We’re going to be late meeting everyone there.”
I sighed, and looked in the mirror one last time. Pleased with how I looked, I opened the door, and Harry grinned his smile that showed off his dimples and his perfect teeth.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, trying to take my hand.
I shook it off and smirked at him, “Shut up. Let’s go.”
He rolled his eyes, but led me down to the car. We drove in silence, and we ended up at the club in about ten minutes, and I headed straight to the bar.
“Starting early, huh?” I herd a voice behind me and turned to see Liam and Andy standing there, smirking at me.
“Fuck off,” I said, ignoring them, but I couldn’t help smile. They were my best friends, as annoying as they could be.
“Oh come on, love, don’t be that way!” Andy said, taking the seat next to me.
“Look who’s talking!” I said. “How long have you been here and you’re already pissed!”
“I am not!” He slurred, and Liam and I just laughed.
Liam took the seat on the other side of me. “Where’s Harry?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes, “Who knows.”
He looked at me. “What the hell is it with you guys anyway?”
I sighed and took another drink. “I don’t know, Liam. We can have sex without messing up our friendship, but then he says he has feeling for me, but I really know that he doesn’t. And that’s fine, I just wish he’d stop saying it.”
“Maybe he does have feelings for you, Kristin.” Liam said seriously.
“I really wish everyone would stop saying that.” I said. I turned my head and saw Harry grinding with some blonde chick on the floor. “See,” I smirked at Liam, pointing to Harry.
He sighed, “Harry’s an idiot. He’s just upset that you don’t feel the same way.”
I ignored his comments, sick of people saying shit like that. Harry and I didn’t have feelings for each other. We were just friends who could have casual sex. I wasn’t upset that he was with that blonde girl right now.
“Liam, have a drink, or two, or five. And do yourself a favor, and pick up some girl and get laid. You need it. I’m going to find some more people.” I said, taking my drink with me. I left Liam and Andy at the bar, and walked around until I saw Zayn. I smiled and went to give him a hug.
“Kris!” He said, hugging me back.
“Hey, babe.” I said. I could tell he was really drunk already, and he was looking at some girl across the room. “Zayn, where’s Perrie?” I asked, politely trying to remind him that he had a girlfriend that he was in love with, who loved him.
His eyes flew back to me, and he smiled, like he was just remembering her. “She’s at home!” He said excitedly.
“Do you want me to call you a cab, love?” I asked.
