Duplicity [h.s]

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ITS A QUICK BAD DRAWING BUT ITS ONLY MEANT TO HELP VISUALIZE !!

Aven Brooks

Leaving that hot room felt like I was on top of the world. With his arm draped around me in territory and a signature article of his clothing on my body—I was in the clouds. We weaved our way though the crowded party with a secret, hoping to god the sex sweat covering us wasn't as visible as it felt. My hair covered the small hickeys hidden up in the shadows of my neck, the collar of the flannel also helping.

He leads me back into the kitchen, slightly in a rush. Before I knew it we were at the island counter, sharing a couple shots with one another like he said. I probably didn't need anymore alcohol, but I seemed to catch myself not caring when I was under his influence. Harry took three quick shots like water, and I took two. Once done, he grabbed my hand and lead me back out of the kitchen with a smirk. I was ready to leave this madness and go back and get some rest. We had to leave on the bus at 5:30, it was hard to think we'd actually have time to sleep tonight.

With my hand in his, he led me out of the sex dungeon hallway and towards the door. This time I was smart enough not to look at the people hooking up in the shadows, but there was definitely sex happening all around me. I'm glad we found a private room to hookup in rather than this shared hallway. Once opening the front door, the lights of the hallway pierced my eyes. It felt like we were stepping out into the real world again, leaving the party behind. I couldn't help but shield my eyes at the artificial light, not being adapted to anything but strobes and dim pot lights. You can always feel how drunk you actually are when you're in fluorescent lighting like this.

He leads my cloudy vision towards the elevators, the journey felt like a fever trip because before I knew it I was already in an elevator with the steel doors shutting behind me.

"I probably shouldn't of had those shots." I admit, facing him in the elevator. He had his back leaned against the wall with a little grin up his stitched cheeks, hands folded behind his bad posture.

"Are you feeling it?" He asks as I step over to him against the wall.

I nod at the slight dizziness in my sight, leaning my forehead forward into his chest. He chuckles and places his hand on the back of my head, giving it a little couple scrunches with his ring covered fingers. I shut my eyes with my hands down by my sides, digging into his chest as he was leaned against the elevator wall.

"This is so domestic," I cackle into his shirt, realizing how coupled this seems from an outsiders perspective. "We're not domestic."

"Tell me about it." He agrees with his hand on the back of my head.

When the elevator opened, he lead me out. Obviously he could tolerate his alcohol better than me, therefore making him the responsible one to get us both back in one piece. We were already outside in the night air before I could count to ten on my fingers. The breeze was subtle and soothing, Harry pulling me down to the sidewalk by my intertwined hand. There were some people hanging around the entrance of the luxury apartment building, smoking and socializing. Just by their grungy apparel, I could tell they were from the party. Harry weave us through the most fitting spots, passing little groups of people all over.

"Harry Styles?" I heard another voice in our trail.

We both turn our heads back, seeing a group of three girls. The were in your typical club clothes, tight mesh shirts, short dresses, heels, running makeup. They definitely were at Niall's party, now hanging outside to share a cigarette it seemed.