First Love // H.S.

55

It's past 3AM now, and I'm completely wasted dancing with William on the dancefloor.

Someone starts humping themselves against my butt and back, so I turn around in a flash. I'll never be too drunk to let myself be harassed by some random horny dude. And it is a random horny dude.

'What the fuck, dude? Get the fuck away from me.' I snap.
'No, baby, you're hot. It's okay.' The dude answers, stepping close to me. He's American.

'She said go.' William speaks up.
'Shut the fuck up, fag.' The dude answers harshly. I scoff in response and push the dude away.

'Fighting me, baby? That's hot. Why don't you let me take you home?' The dude says.
'Fuck off! Get the fuck away from us.' I protest.
'Us? I'm not looking out to fuck a faggot, baby.' The dude answers. William doesn't seem to really care, but I do.

'So what are you? Homophobic? Son of a bitch.' I spit out.
'It's okay, baby. I know you want me. I know you want daddy.' The dude says. I try my best to not throw up at his cringy words.

'I have a boyfriend, horny fucker.' I lie.
'Yeah, she has a boyfriend! Harry!' William calls out. Why, Will? Why?

'No, Will!' I hiss at him.
'Lying now, are we, baby?' The dude asks me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him.

'Let go of me!' I shout, trying to pull my wrist out of his grip.

'I saw you on a Victoria's Secret billboard. You're hot.' The dude tells.
'I don't even work for Victoria's Secret, so that's fucking impossible!' I yell at him.
'Hunkemöller, then. Whatever. I saw you on an expensive lingerie billboard. So you're rich and hot.' He says.

'Get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man.' Someone else says, pushing the dude off of me. I see it's Harry.

'I know you! You're that fag boyfriend of Louis Tomlinson!' The dude exclaims.
'I don't know what you don't understand about the sentence "get away from my girlfriend". Get lost, dude. Stop sexualizing women.' Harry answers calmly. I didn't know there were still people who are convinced Louis and Harry are dating.

'She's asking to be sexualized by standing on those billboards in lingerie shops!' The dude says.
'That's her job, she's a model!' Harry defends me.
'Oh, it's her job to stand barely naked on billboards? So she's a whore?' The dude asks.

I see Harry reaching his maximum angel level, so I grab his arm and pull him away from the dude, to the hallway where barely anyone is.

'That arse! Please let me go back and punch him in his ugly pig face!' Harry goes off.
'Don't put yourself to his level, Harry. Shit like this has happened to me many times before.' I say in order to calm him down.

'Many times before? Why didn't you tell me?' Harry asks worried.
'We were kind of not talking for over a year, remember?' I remind him.
'Oh, right. You could've called me.' He answers.
'You deleted your number out of my phone. I still don't have it, by the way.' I say.

'I still have yours, I'll send you a text.' Harry tells. I look him in the eyes, and see his pupils are super dilated. He's drunk.

'Why did you pretend to be my boyfriend?' I ask.
'William told me so.' Harry answers.
'You could've said no.' I comment.
'I saw an opportunity, I took it. It felt good to call you my girlfriend again.' Harry explains.

'We still have a lot to discuss.' I say.
'Can we just pretend we have nothing to discuss for tonight?' Harry asks. I feel myself smile as I step closer to him.