Chapter 8: Stay.

*Harry’s POV*

There was heavy rain outside, the lightning visible in the windows were as though I’d sent them, the heavy droplets of water racing down the windows. The strong banging of thunder built madness inside me, making it intense, my muscles tight and my eyes stung. All this seemed like the perfect background to my scene.

I let the bottle of Jack Daniels slip from my hands, my hands that so suddenly trembled with nerves. The bottle crashed hard against the wooden floor, the glass shattered around in pieces, landing everywhere, causing the room to grow silent.

I took a step back, shaking my head. I thought, maybe, just maybe if I close my eyes tighter and lightly shake my head it would all be gone, just a foolish hallucination. The chaos on the floor would be cleaned up, the chaos in my mind would soon be gone.

But as my eyes shot open I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought that it was real, reality kick back in me. The pure and cruel reality.

Beth and Zayn departed from each other. Both their eyes stared hard into mine as I stared back with great disgust and disappointment. My stomach growled, my veins pumped with adrenaline and desire to crash my fist against the nearest object, my body heat up, I needed to let it all out, I had to.

Beth brought her fingers up to her mouth and brushed them slowly past her lips, her eyes looked into mine and she shook her head. I could see her gulp, gulp back inside all the guilty mess.

My hands formed into fists, my heart beat hard against my chest, adrenaline pulsed through my body and it begged to be let out. My first though was, get Zayn. Get Zayn and shatter him to pieces, let him crumble to the floor just like the bottle of liquor that I would so willingly gulp down, allow it to erase my thoughts and let my mind wander to another place.

“What the fuck mate?” I spoke to Zayn as he got up and faced me. My voice raspy and furious, my jaw clenched and my fist tightened against my own hand, my nails marking the inside of my hand.

“It’s was a dare Harry,” He shrugged. “Come on.”

“No, you know better!” I exclaimed, my hands loosened and I brought them up to his chest, pushing him hard against the nearest wall. I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head at his previous actions.

“Harry,” his tone was sharp.

“You fucking know better!”

I was so tempted to push my fist against his face, let my knuckles bruise his jaw, make him understand that Beth was mine and he had no right to touch her, not the slightest bit. That his mouth shouldn’t have the privilege to be pressed against her strawberry lips.

“Harry,” Beth whispered, her voice broke. I turned to face her, her eyes begged for me to not hit him, to not hurt him. Then my eyes trailed along the rest of the bodies there, they just stared at me with their jaws open.

“Just, get out,” I pointed to the door and stepped back, running my fingers through my hair. Dismissing the aggressive thoughts pilling up in my head.

“Why should I?” He walked closer to me, his chest bumping into mine.

“Oh, so you want this? You want to fight?” My inner self boiled with anger.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“You kissed her!” And at that moment, without any second thoughts or hesitation, my fist crashed against his cheek, I felt his cheekbones against my knuckles. The hardness and strong bone right against my own bony knuckles. He turned his face to the side, inhaling deeply and let it all out in one big exhalation of pure anger. His hands formed into fists and his jaw was tense, his cheek red. I knew he’d hit me, I knew I’d be bruised by tomorrow morning.

But the only thing I was sure of was that I knew she’d be with me, that her sleepy voice would contemplate me, it would soothe my aching bones and purple patches of skin. It was worth the risk, it was worth every broken scream, every salty tear dripping down my chapped lips, every cut. For her.

My hand fell to the side, my knuckles sore, my whole hand shaking at the thought of it damaging Zayn’s face. Shaking at the thought of how angry I was, a sensation I had quite gotten used to. Then I felt no guilt at all, and I just wanted to punch him again, leave him groaning on the floor, crawling to his own form with pain.

Dinner came flashing back, the way he provocatively stared at Beth, the way he’d lick his lips each and every time they made eye-contact, how much he enjoyed eye-sexing her, and I had no choice but to hold him by his left shoulder against the wall and let my left hand smash against his stomach, he groaned in pain.

“Harry!” Beth cried.

“Both of you! Get out!” Louis stood up and yelled at us, I looked at him, bearing to take my eyes and hands of Zayn. “Now.”

Then at my moment of distraction I felt Zayn’s hard fist right next to my eye.

I closed my eyes shut, a great shot of pain washed over me, my half-open left eye ached, it throbbed madly with pain. I felt a thick drop of blood drip down my cheek, along with a salty unwanted tear. I wiped it off, my blurry vision on Zayn and I took the upper part of his shirt in my hands and crashed him against the wall once again.

I looked into his dark eyes and did not allow him to intimidate me. This time, I’d be the one scaring him off.

Pure anger shot through my body, my muscles tensed. I sucked in deep breath and clenched my jaw tight together, my teeth hurt. The thought of nobody getting between us made me want to hit Zayn even more.

“You wanted this-,” one of my hands let go of Zayn’s black shirt only to allow itself to be pressed against his jaw. My fist tilted his head up and I hear his rattle against each other with a small click.

“I’m fucking tired, Harry! It was not my damn fault!” He yelled at me and pushed me back, the back of my lower waist hit one end of a shelve, the sharp edge cut deep into my flesh through my shirt. My body tingled in reaction to my flesh being ripped open and I squinted my eyes to the strong stinging.

He tensed his jaw; purple began to spread through the red spot, marking a big bruise. Both in his cheek and jaw.

“Harry, please,” Beth cried behind me, her nails deep into my shirt, pulling me back. I did the worst and with my arm I pushed her off, her body tumbling over a cd shelve and falling carelessly down to the floor. I wanted to finish Zayn, I needed to.

My eyes focused on Zayn before I realized what I’d done too late. My heart raced and my body ached, the adrenaline now gone, leaving me to feel the great pain swirling through my body. My pity self fell down to the floor, crawling towards her.

“Beth,” I whispered and held my hands out, I wanted to hold her, hold her face and wipe her tears away with me thumb, whisper to her how sorry I truly was and stroke her hair to gently calm her down. But then I wanted her to hold me, let me cry in her arms until her shirt was soaking wet with my salty tears, until my eyes couldn’t take it anymore so they’d close and let myself sleep, relax my body and heal my bitterness, and the warmth of her body would make my body shiver in the cold night, her heat radiating to my body as she spooned me.

“Forget it.” She wiped her tears and sniffed; clearing her throat as she quickly got up to her feet and stormed out of the house and out into the dangers of the night.

“Would you just stop!” Louis yelled. “Harry, get the hell out. Zayn, go home.”

“I-” I stood up and ran my hand through my messy hair. “No, Beth.”

Before I headed out I stepped before Zayn, his eyes red and puffy as they looked into mine, a miserable expression spread across his face.

“Touch her again,” My tone was harsh. “And I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

I ran outside, my body suddenly became soaking wet and I pushed my curls off my face, my shirt clung to my skin, my left eye sore as the water cleared off the dry blood. My eyes examined to road, looking for the only human being that could possibly mend me.

It was a while before they landed upon her, her body against a tree, her hand pressed against her forehead.

“Beth!” I yelled and my feet began to run, and I ran, and ran, and it felt like forever before I stood behind her, in the most minimum amount of inches away from her.

“Beth,” I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head between the crook of her neck.

“Let go.” She said and shook her body.

“Beth I’m so sorry,” I turned her to face me. Her eyes red, her teeth gritted with cold as the freezing rain fell between us.

“How do you expect me to forgive you!?” She yelled and slipped her body away from my grip, taking a step back. Her eyes red as they stared into mine with fear, she held her heavy breaths back, holding them in her throat as I watched them strongly pound against her neck and chest. “I can’t do this, Harry. I can’t handle this, you.”

“Please,” my voice cracked.

“Just, leave me alone.” She turned her back to me and began to walk away, her heels in her hand, just like the first night, the first night she tried to run away from me with her heels in hand, that first night I saw her and her lips seemed to kissable, and her wonderful figure was visible through my rear mirror, and my jacket over her body, the rude words she used to describe my cocky self.

“Elizabeth!” I yelled as I watched her quicken her pace.

“Don’t.” She looked over her shoulder.

“Fuck!” I yelled and pressed my fist against a wall, the texture of the grainy wall scratched my knuckles severely, blood quickly dripped down my hand, a big patch of peeled skin in my middle knuckle burnt.

And I ran again, I ran towards her before she faded into the darkness, before she faded from my hopeless self.

“Beth,” I said in a low voice, quietly yet loud enough for her to hear me. She stopped for a minute, then she shook her head and took a step forward.

I tightly grabbed her wrist and wildly tugged her towards me.

“What the hell do you want!?” She yelled and looked at me for a while before I took her face in my hands and erased the inches between us by pressing my lips into hers. Her small fists hit my chest, begging for me to let go. But I kept on kissing her, forcing my mouth into hers and in no more than seconds she kissed me back, she kissed me with anger a passion, hard and lustful.

I backed her up into the nearest wall, my lips still working the magic upon hers, she was easier now and her hands gripped my lower waist tight. I pressed my hands on her hips, and pinned her tighter to the wall.

“I’m sorry.” I kissed her cheek, the kiss soft and long.

“Harry,”

“I need you.” I brushed my nose down her neck. “Please. Stay.” I kissed the spot below her ear and wrapped my arms tight around her small waist

Chapter 7: Bad Boys Ain’t No Good.

*Credits of outfit always go to the brand/store*

*Harry’s POV*

“Harry,” she softly spoke as I felt her gently stroke my hair.

“Mmmm..” I groaned. Getting out of bed wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but I could do with waking up to her sweet voice.

“We have to go,” she giggled and tickled my stomach.

I opened my eyes, they squinted against the bright sunlight, I rubbed them with the palm of my hand, my mind awoke and my head began to throb from too much wine.

I saw her sit up, her legs close to her chest and she rested her head on her knees.

“Beth,” I placed my hand on her back, she glanced at me. “Can we please lie here for a little longer?”
I slipped my hand under her shirt and began to rub small circles against her soft skin, I felt her goose bumps against my fingertips.

“Can we please?” I placed both my hands on her waist and pulled her back, her small frame landed next to me, fitting under my arm perfectly.

She ran her fingers along my collarbones, down to my stomach. Her hair tickled my bare torso. A shiver raced through my body as her fingers caressed my bare skin, her fingertips so gentle and comforting.

“Come to dinner with me and the boys tonight.”

“What if they don’t like me?” She tickled my leg with her foot.

I shook my head.

“Harry,” she looked up at me, her hand firmly pressed onto my chest, her crystal clear eyes stared hard into my soul.

“Elizabeth.” I brushed my nose past hers before kindly pressing my lips on her forehead to form a gentle kiss.

She slipped from my body, she sat up and toyed with the blanket above my hips, my muscles tensed.

My large hand tapped her bum, her gaze suddenly fell upon me, I chuckled. I cocked my head to the side, signaling for her to climb on top.

My bottom lip was between my teeth as I watched her climb onto me, her legs on either side of my torso.

My left hand reached out for her face, my thumb caressed her cheek, I placed her hair behind her ear, she blushed a little.

Then my hands ran down to her thighs, they brushed along her soft skin, my fingers wandered to the insides of her thighs, caressing her shivery skin. My eyes were focused on her as she looked to the side and bit her lip.

“They’ll love you.” I smiled and gently squeezed her thighs.

**

“Harry,” she stepped back as we stood in front of the restaurant. “I don’t know.”

“Beth it’s okay,” I raised my arm in order for her to come closer, I placed my arm around her shoulders, I left a kiss on top of her head and rubbed her arm. “It’s okay.”

She let out a small sigh and wrapped her arm around my waist, her hand tightened around my skin.

“Harry!” The boys cheered as we stepped in sight.

“Hello boys.” I smiled as their eyes landed on the unbelievably beautiful girl standing next to me.

“This is Beth.” I smiled at her.

“Beth, this is Niall, Liam and Danielle, Zayn, Louis and Eleanor.”

“Helloooo,” they chorused.

*Beth’s POV*

The dolled up boys stood, their tall frames came closer to greet me, their large hand shook my trembling one, their rich scent made my stomach tingle as they planted a kiss on my flushed cheek.

“Eleanor,” the pretty girl with black hair held out her hand.

“Danielle, you can call me Dani.”

“Beth,” I smiled and shook their hand.

After the greetings were over, Harry pushed the chair back for me to seat. He sat next to me, Niall, Liam, Danielle and Zayn sat in front of us. Harry next to me, Louis next to him and Eleanor next to Louis.

Dinner was great, I had margherita pizza and some great laughs. The boys would say the funniest and cheekiest things, they’d tease each other and laugh it off. Their company was so heart-warming and welcoming, as if the only thing that mattered was to have a good time without any worries, just enjoy every moment and every laugh we shared.

Though there was something highly bothering Harry, and that something made him seem tougher, his voice grew deeper and his eyes turned dark. He’d clench his jaw and his eyes burnt into Zayn.

The skin in my cheeks burnt. My teeth nibbled on the insides of my cheek. My eyes with nowhere to focus landed on the gorgeous boy sitting in front of me, I couldn’t do anything about it.

His dark eyes intimidated me, my eyes wouldn’t leave his sharp jawline and defined cheekbones, his smile and the glimpse of his tongue behind his teeth, his ability to bite his bottom lip making it seem like the damn sexiest thing. The slight bit of unshaved beard growing on the sides of his jaw, how I felt it against my cheek, the soft scratch and tickle.

In other words, my eyes wouldn’t leave him, and his eyes wouldn’t leave mine.

After a while my eyes left his once I felt Harry’s warm hand rest on my thigh. He roughly ran his large hand up and down, gripping at my skin each time Zayn’s eyes focused on me. Each time Zayn and I shared a smile. His large hands would make my skin quiver and they formed goose bumps everywhere, his fingertips felt my soft skin form into rough chills. I could tell he was pleased with his wandering hands as he let out a soft chuckle, close enough to my ear, only allowing me to hear.

The tension between Zayn and Harry flew around the air as dinner came to an end, it was obvious that everyone at the table could feel it, they just chose to ignore it.

“So Beth,” Niall broke the intense silence and desperate exhalations. I sighed in relief.

“Niall,” I smiled.

“I haven’t really had the chance to ask you, and I hope it’s not too personal,” He smiled, his Irish accent so charming. “But what do you do?

“Well, I’m currently a fashion blogger, but every now and then I also do photoshoots. It has many amazing benefits, traveling, fashion shows, modeling, promoting. I love it.” I smiled.

“Sounds like fun.” Zayn spoke, his tone sharp and my eyes trailed to him, his lips formed a smirk.

“Alright, so,” Harry cleared his throat. Niall gave me a small, apologetic smile. “Drinks after?”

“Of course mate!” Louis smiled. “My place.”

“Okay.” Harry turned to face me and his fingers traveled higher up my thigh. I gasped as I felt his fingers brush past my crotch, the enjoyment shined through his eyes and a small laugh left his lips.

“Okay, we’ll get going then.” All of the boys stood except Zayn, he just sat there, frozen and staring at my eyes.

“Oi Zayn, that’s enough. Get going. We’ll meet you there.” Harry spoke sharply. His voice strong and husky, the thickness of his voice heat me up even more, from his wandering fingers to his intense stare and now his damn voice.

I looked away, waving goodbye at the boys as each of them disappeared out of sight. I tried to avoid the awkward silence between me and Harry and the intense eye-contact I knew he’d give me, the questions I knew he’d ask, his strong tone and dark eyes.

“We going?” I felt him grip my wrist, I looked down from my wrist and up to him, he had a smile on his face, but not the sweet smile he gave me this morning, the sleepy and gentle smile. Not at all.

“Yeah.” I slowly stood up and grabbed my bag.

The walk back to his car was silent, his arm was wrapped tightly around my shoulders as few pictures were taken, my gaze fell to the floor as I felt him push our way through.

Finally we made it to his car alive, he opened the door for me, smiled as he closed to door and jogged back to his seat.

We sat there for a few moments, the radio silently played in the background, I cleared my throat, focusing my eyes out the window, out to the dark night, the sky without any stars, scary and ready for a heavy storm late at night.

“I saw the way you looked at each other.” He muttered.

“What?” I turned to my side, my eyes focused on his.

“I said, I saw the way you looked at each other.” His eyes burnt into mine.

“What’s that supposed to mean…”

“Oh come on Elizabeth!” He started the car. “Don’t tell me the thought of fucking him didn’t cross your mind.”

“Harry,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” He abruptly drove out of the parking lot into the busy street.

“Forget it.” I sighed and returned my gaze out the window, it wasn’t fair for him to be acting up, to be upset not only at me but at Zayn, it wasn’t fair that he’d gotten overprotective all of a sudden, giving me no option but to keep my mouth shut and avoid the conversation.

The problem was that he had no control over me, no right to tell me what to do or not, not even the slightest bit of jealousy was needed in this situation, in the situation between me and him, few kisses and he thought he was my man straightaway. It just didn’t work that way. Not with me.

Harry pulled over at a fancy house, he unblocked his seat belt fast and hard, a strong sigh left his gorgeous lips as he climbed out of the car and opened the door for me. The drive had been quiet, apart from the live-saving radio playing a few of my favorite songs it had been pretty quiet. Few sharp looks were shared but no further than that, no word from him, just complete killing silence.

I linked my arm with his as we crossed the empty road and walked over to Louis’ doorstep, my head rested on his arm, I felt his nose lightly brush past the top of my head, though it was no great affection.

“Hey.” I stopped him before entering the house. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not.” He tried to pull away from my hand that held on tight around his bicep. I tighten it around his strong muscle, not allowing him to escape. I looked up at him and he clenched his jaw, his eyes stared intently into mine, I could spot the hint of a spark. But he turned away, denying my eye contact.

“Haz,” I smiled and placed both my hands on either side of his face. “Come on, let’s go get drunk together.”

He smiled, his dimples adorned his cheeks.

“I know you want to.” I laughed and tiptoed to gently bite his shoulder.

“Alriiiight,” he moaned.

His hand ran down my back and he gave my bum a light squeeze before he pressed the side of my body against his and left his arm wrapped around my waist.

“You really need to stop touching my bum, Styles.” I silently laughed.

“Stop being damn hot then.” His husky voice whispered in my ear. A chill was sent through my whole body.

He opened the door for us and we walked inside to the kitchen where Eleanor, Danielle and the boys sat around the kitchen island, Liam rummaged through the fridge, each time bringing out drinks and placing them around the kitchen island.

“Right everyone,” Niall took a bottle of tequila in hand. “I’ll introduce you to fun. Body shots first. Harry!”

Harry turned to look at me with a smirk on his face, I bit my bottom lip, my eyes studied around the room, their faces and how each of them nodded, Louis wiggled his eyebrows at me, Zayn kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on me.

“You don’t have to.” Harry whispered in my ear.

“No, I want to.” I nodded. My heart began beating a thousand times faster, my palms were sweaty and my body shivered at the thought of his tongue trailing down my torso.

Niall placed aside the many alcoholic beverages, making enough room for me to lie down on the island. Harry grabbed me by the waist and sat me down on top of the hard surface, he smiled.

“Wait!” Louis said, suddenly getting up and walking over to the light switch. He cheekily raised an eyebrow at Harry before shutting down the lights and turned on loud music.

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to lie down. Harry’s hands tenderly pushed up my crop top and pulled lower down my floral skirt. (outfit)

He poured a line of tequila down my stomach, his eyes never left mine.

He lowered himself down, his curls tickled my skin as he left a kiss just below my breasts. Then I felt his warm tongue, he began his journey a bit lower of my boobs, between my ribs, as he went lower down he sucked on my skin, his hands tight around my thighs.

“Damn!” Niall laughed.

Harry kissed his way up, leaving my skin quivering, the sensation of his warm tongue being pressed against my skin still long lingered in me, his wet and teasing tongue.

“Let’s go.” He breathed against my ear.

I sat up, Harry between my legs and allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Excuse us!” He exclaimed and walked out of the kitchen. Everyone laughed.

He rushed upstairs, to an empty bedroom and threw me against the bed.

“I want you so badly.” He whispered and climbed onto me and kissed me roughly.

I could taste the tequila in his mouth, his tongue trailed along my bottom lip before entering my mouth, one of his hands pulled my skirt down, leaving me with nothing but my tiny red panties. My hands found his hair and I let my fingers sink in his set of soft curls.

His left hand then went up to my breast and cupped it hard, a groan escaped from my mouth in between the kiss, yet he would not leave my begging lips. I closed my legs tight together as a shot of pleasure shook my whole body.

My hands went from the back of his neck to his shirt and began to hastily unbutton his blue Burberry shirt. He bit his bottom lip as my hands touched every centimeter of his endless nude torso, and I could feel his eyes on me as I admired his toned abdomen. (Harry’s outfit)

His right hand was in the back of my neck while the other ran down my body. His hand then spread my legs wide open, and he roughly rubbed his hand against my crotch, I pulled my hips upward, breaking the kiss as I threw my head back and enjoyed his hands.

I dug my nails into his warm back, a groan left his lips. I then brought my hands up to his hair and I took handful of his curls between my fingers, my nails dug into this scalp each time his hand was rougher.

“You’re so wet.” His heavy breath hit my ear. His tongue ran up my neck, he sucked on the spot below my ear, nibbled hard, his mouth so good against my warm skin. I knew there’d be a heavy mark by tomorrow, but that wasn’t my biggest concern, the only thing that mattered was to feel as much of him as I could.

His hand then entered my underwear, one finger. Two.

“Fuck Harry,”

I gasped for air; my chest heavily raised up and down, my body filled with pleasure and my legs weaker than ever.

“Alright,” he smiled down at me, his fingers suddenly leaving me. “That’s enough for tonight. Oh, wait.”

He left a trail of kisses down my stomach, his large hands never missed a chance to desperately grip my body between them, he nibbled on my hipbone, my legs became weaker each time he got near. His eyes looked up at me, his hands traveled down the outline of my body and rested on my knees, he spread my legs wider open. His eyes stared up at me beneath his long eyelashes before he closed his eyes and he ran his tongue along my crotch.

“Harry,” I moaned.

“Good.” He left a kiss on the inside of my left thigh, his hands closed my legs and he hit my bum hard as he got up. “Mine.”

I lay there, my heart pounded so hard against my chest, the only noise was my heavy breathing and the strong pounding of my heart against my ears, my eyes stared up at the ceiling, my nails still deep into the sheets.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.” Harry said, he chuckled and shut the door behind him.

My legs were weak, still shaking from Harry’s previous actions. I slipped on my underwear and my skirt. I somehow managed to get off the bed, stepping in front of a mirror and fixed my top and combed my hair with my fingers, setting it back in place.

I almost dragged myself downstairs, laughs bounced from the walls and echoed around the corners.

“Well hello,” Louis said, giggling.

They all sat in a circle, with a bottle in the middle and a cup of some strong alcohol beverage sat next to each of them

“Right, Beth. Sit.” Harry patted to the spot next to him.

“It’s Dare or Dare.” Liam smiled. “Either you take it or you take it.”

Niall spun the bottle, it landed on Harry.

“Harry,” Niall raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Dare or dare,”

“Dare,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“I dare you,” Niall took a gulp of his drink. “To French kiss Beth.”

“Easy!” Harry exclaimed and turned to me.

He placed one of his hands on my waist and the other on the side of my neck.

“You sure?” He whispered.

“It’s just a kiss,” I whispered back. “Nothing compared to the torture you just put me through.”

He pressed his lips against mine, his mouth grew wider as the kiss became longer. His tongue entered my mouth, it swirled around with mine, his movement so good, so experienced. He never failed to leave me breathless.

“Okay that’s enough!” Niall laughed. But Harry didn’t seem to think it was enough as he kept on kissing me.

“Okay,” he smiled and broke the kiss. “Okay, okay.”

“I’ll get us some more drinks.” Harry smiled and squeezed my thigh, getting up to walk over to the kitchen.

Liam spun the bottle. Louis.

“Alright Louis I know you’ll pick dare so,” he smiled. “I dare you to drink as much as you can out if this bottle.”

Liam handed Louis a bottle of Jack Daniels, and Louis looked pretty pleased with the dare. He threw his head back and let the strong liquor pour down to his mouth. He gulped more than twice. After a while he stopped and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, loudly clearing his throat. Only a small amount remained in the bottle, still Louis was proud of his work and so he high-fived me and we both laughed. So then Louis handed the bottle to me and I gulped down what was left, my throat stung as the strong liquor traveled down to my stomach. My head spun, reacting to the alcohol circulating through my veins.

Louis spun the bottle. This time it was Zayn.

“Bad boy,” Louis laughed, he was definitely tipsy. “Dare or dare?”

“Dammit Louis get to it.” Zayn smiled.

“I dare you!” Louis let out an evil laugh. “To kiss someone you’ve had the desire to kiss for a while now.”

Zayn sat across from me, and his eyes suddenly shot to meet with mine. He slid closer to me, my breath hitched on my throat, my heart about to beat out of my chest. His face was centimeters away from mine in a matter of seconds, and all I could think about was why not, everyone’s drunk, it won’t matter tomorrow.

His hand reached for the side of my face, he brushed his nose past mine and against my cheek before he let his lips collide with mine. It was soft, slow and gentle and first, his tongue asked for entrance and I allowed it. I kissed him back, with power and great lust. His hand in the back of my neck pulled me closer to him. My fingers caressed his jawline, the unshaven texture against the tips of my fingers. Danielle and Eleanor cheered.

“What the-” The husky voice that drove me insane spoke, followed by a loud shattering against the wooden floor.