Under the Influence
For: Alice at @afitzgeraldfic
By: Sara at @1dable or @runninghomefic
If Addi was certain of anything, it was that she has no idea what was happening with her life.Â
Her flatmate was Med student whoâd never learned the proper function of hamper. Her friends were more concerned with how many balls they could sink into a cup of beer than their nine am class the next morning. And Addi herself was three years into a journalism degree with no jobs in sight and tendency to make terrible decisions after a few shots of tequila.
But with only a year left of pretending to be an adult, she was determined to make the most of it. Even if it meant having to physically drag her unwilling flatmate to the first, and probably best, party of the year.Â
A story about whoâs making the fry up, whoâs shit out of luck, and a sober curly headed boy who probably doesnât want to deal with any of them, especially Addi.Â
Word Count: 13704
Warnings: Heavy drinking and sexual references
Main Pairing: Harry/OFCÂ
âNiall, come on!â I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, âYouâre being ridiculous.â
My usually zealous, blond flat mate stood on the edge of the street sidewalk with his arms tight by his side and an apprehensive frown tugging at his lips.
If I hadnât been so damn cold in my shorts and blazer, I mightâve been a good friend and shown at least a little bit more sympathy. But this was the third time this had happened since before weâd left and I wasnât willing to stand here and freeze my tits off just because he couldnât make up his mind.
âThis was a terrible idea,â he suddenly decided, moving back towards the street. âIâm gonna get a cab back to the flat. Donât wake me up if you bring some wanker home tonight.â
I lunged forward and gripped his forearm before he could turn all the way around.
âOh no, you donât! Letâs just go inside. It wonât be that bad.â
âThat bad? Addi, this is Liam Payneâs party. Thereâs probably more alcohol up there than anyone knows what to do with.â
âAll the more reason. Best way to get drunk is off someone elseâs booze.â
Niall still didnât seem convinced.
âOh, come on!â I pouted, attempting to tug him further up the sidewalk, âYou promised youâd come with me.â
âI didnât promise you anything!â he protested, holding his ground, âYou practically forced me to come and Iâve got three chapters of biochem to read by Monday!â
My expression flattened. âNiall, itâs Wednesday.â
âExactly! Term started two days ago and Hudsonâs already threatening to give us a test on Friday! Iâm gonna fail if I donât focus!â
âThatâs exactly why we need to go!â I insisted. âThis is our last year to be irresponsible young adults and we need to enjoy yourselves while we still can!â
Niall reached up to rub at his eyebrow like I was the one being difficult, âWhy canât we enjoy ourselves on the weekend when we donât have class the next day?â
âBecause this is the first major party of the year, our last start of term party ever, and I refuse to go without my best friend.â I straightened myself up to try and maintain a bit of dignity. It crumbled when Niall rolled his eyes and tried to pull away from me.
âPlease!â I begged, using what little strength I had to keep my grip on him. âItâs one night and I promise no more parties during the week.â
âYeah, Iâll believe that,â he mumbled under his breath before letting out a sigh a running a hand back through his pushed up hair. âAlright fine, but youâre doing the laundry from now on and I expect my golf trousers to be air dried and ironed.â
I grinned triumphantly, launching myself forward and wrapping my arms around his neck, âAh, thank you, Niall! And I swear Iâll even press them if it makes you happy.â
Both of us knew I was lying but Niall patted my back anyway, letting me slid back onto the pavement before turning to fall into step beside me as we hurried up the street towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
There were already a few people milling about outside, most of them students I didnât recognized but just the sight of them had me absolutely buzzing with excitement.
It wasnât often I willingly submitted myself to laundry duty but for a chance to enjoy Liam Payneâs outrageously expensive booze, I figured I could make an exception.
Liam Payne was a fourth year med student, just like Niall, and was hands down the wealthiest student at University of Westminster. He had more money sitting in his wallet than Iâd probably ever seen in my cash register at work and every single dime of it was his parents â who were not so coincidently surgeons. Iâd only ever spoken to Liam maybe twice since we took classes on opposite ends of the campus but heâd always struck me as the sort of bloke who got along just by his money and his outrageously good looks. Niall insisted otherwise since he had quite a few classes with him but really, I didnât care one way or the other as long as this yearâs party was better than last years.
Iâd ended up passed on Niallâs bed with no memory of how Iâd gotten home or where Niall actually was, and somehow Iâd gotten dried vomit stained on my dress. The only thing I remembered was the dark haired, rugged boy with the leather jacket Iâd unsuccessfully tried to flirt with for most of the night and the tequila shots Iâd drank to try and impress him.
But this year, walking through the lobby and towards the rows of elevators with Niall by my side, I was determined it would be different. I wasnât going to drink tequila. I wasnât wearing one of my favorite dresses just in case I ended up puking again â though I really hoped I didnât. And I had absolutely no plans of becoming desperate enough to coerce a bloke into coming home with me tonight.
This night was about me reveling in my last bit of freedom before I had to pretend like I was an actual adult and go looking for a real full time job and absolutely nothing was going to spoil it for me.
Expect maybe my bloody roommate.
âAlright, you may have gotten me up here but I refuse to drink anything hard tonight,â he told me as he rode up in the elevator with two younger looking girls gossiping in the corner, âI actually need to be coherent for my afternoon class tomorrow.â
Rolling my eyes, I took a hold of his arm and dragged him out of the elevator once weâd gotten to the top floor, âYou always say that but you always end up drinking more than me by the end of the night.â
The front door of the flat was already open, some people lingering out in the hallway with beers or cups in their hands, and I pulled Niall right through, completely ignoring his empty threats.
âThatâs not always true and this time is gonna be different! Iâm serious, Addi, donât let me get too drunk tonight.â
I didnât have the heart to remind him that I was the last person he should be trusting to keep him sober. So instead I maneuvered us both through the packed crowd in the living room and headed straight for the kitchen.
The center granite island was literally lined with booze, rum, coke, flavored vodkas, pink champagne, the dreaded tequila, anything anyone could find at a liquor store was there for the taking. And the first thing I reached for was the open bottle of vodka and the shot glasses sitting next to the sink.
Niall physically back away from me when he saw what I was doing, âOh no. Addi, I just told you Iâm not doing anything hard â Jesus, are you pouring that straight?!â
âNo,â I smirked, reaching for the already prepared lime wedges on the corner of the island and squeezing a few drops in. âTheyâve got lime. And yes, you are doing this with me. Iâm not ironing your ugly golf trousers if you donât at least take one shot with me.â
âFirst of all,â he narrowed his blue eyes at me, âtheyâre not ugly. You just donât have good taste. And second, no, Iâm not.â
I held up his shot, staring at him, âI could just forget to separate your whites from your darks and leave you with pink pants.â
My flat mate literally looked like he wanted to dump the entire bottle of vodka over my head but with a defeated sigh, he reached out and took the tiny little glass from me.
âGod, why did I ever decide to live with you?â
âBecause you had no choice and I was the only one who actually cleans up after you. Now come on,â I grinned, holding my glass up between us, âone of these and youâll forget about all the shit waiting for you at home.â
âYeah, thatâs what Iâm afraid of,â he grumbled but clinked his shot with mine anyway before tossing it back all in one gulp.
I didnât take mine any slower. It burned on the way down my throat, causing me to scrunch my nose and shake my head in disgust at the strong flavor.
I held up the half full vodka bottle to Niall, who wasnât fairing much better, smacking his lips and scoffing from the back of his throat.
âAnother?â
He didnât even hesitate to give his empty glass over, âPlease.â
I tried to not seem smug as I filled both ours back up.
âStraight, this time?â
âFuck it, why not?â he snarled, wipping his mouth, âIf Iâm going to hell at least Iâm gonna enjoy it.â
âThatâs the spirit.â
I handed his shot back and within three seconds, we were toasting and downing them again. This time, it came a bit smoother, less of a shock and more a tickle trickling down the back of my throat.
I pursed my lips in acceptance, setting the glass back down on the counter.
âChrist,â Niall groaned, obviously not quite as thrilled with his own second shot, âI fucking hate vodka. They got a beer round here anywhere?â
I was about to tell him last time Iâd been to Liamâs place, heâd kept most of the beer stacked up in the fridge but before I could so much as open my mouth, someone was shouting my name from the other side of the open kitchen.
âAddi! There you are! Iâve been looking all over for you! Whatâd you do walk here?â
Tristan was the sort of girl nobody could help but notice. She was like a single ray of sunshine on an overcast day, bright, blonde and a little bit blinding if you looked directly at her for too long. Iâd met her in my second year of uni when sheâd taken the seat right next to me for English 201 and ever since then, I still didnât think Iâd found another person alive who could pull off a fluorescent shade of orange and still be so cheerful after five rounds of tequila shots.
Today she was almost toned down, just a simple pair of black leather pants and a red plunging tank top with her blond hair pulled up into a carefully styled bun. On any other occasion the amount of cleavage she had going for her probably would have made me self-conscious of my own lack thereof but with the mini shorts and heeled booties Iâd put on before dashing out of the house, I didnât blink twice before turning around to greet her.
âNo,â I chortled, wrapping one arm briefly around her curvy waist, âMr. I-Have-Homework over here kept changing his mind on whether he wanted to come.â
Niall rolled his eyes, bending down to rifle through the assortment of beers in the fridge.
âOh yeah, blame it on me. You could have gone any time if youâd left me alone.â
Tristan raised her eyebrows at him. âWell, someone has an attitude this evening.â
âYeah, tell me about it.â I smirked over at him, âSee, even Tristan thinks you need to lighten up.â
âPiss off,â he grumbled, popping the cap and taking a swig. âHave you seen Louis or anyone around this place, Tristan?â
âOh yeah!â she perked up with a happy grin, pointing out towards the living room. âI think he was out there with Danielle and a few other people trying to start a beer pong game.â
Niall looked excited for the first time since Iâd come home this afternoon, âReally? They need another person?â
Tristan shrugged. âProbably. Not sure how much heâs actually playing though. Heâs been all over Danielle since they got here.â
That didnât seem to bother Niall in the slightest. He headed towards the open end of the kitchen with a slight grin, only stopping to raise his eyebrows at me curiously.
âYou wanna come, Addi?â
I shook my head and holding up a bottle of rum Iâd plucked off the counter, âNope, Iâm all set.â
Niall shrugged his shoulders, âSuit yourself.â And without a look back, he turned the corner and disappeared.
It took all of maybe half a second for Tristan to make a comment.
âI still canât believe youâve never hooked up with him,â she sighed in exasperation, still looking back towards the living room, âI mean, heâs so fit and would probably do anything for you. Why havenât you done anything with that?â
âBecause heâs Niall,â I scoffed, mixing the rum with a bit of a can of coca cola. It was probably my safest bet if I didnât want to start the night off tripping over my own two feet.
âYeah, so? Heâs got boyfriend material written all over him.â
âThen why donât you date him?â I took a swig of my drink and leaned against the island, âIf you think heâs gonna be such a great boyfriend.â
She scrunched her small little nose and turned back with a secret little smile, âBecause Iâve got my eye on someone and since this is his party, it might not look good if Iâm going after anyone else.â
âRight,â I deadpanned, going for another drink, âbecause obviously pining after Liam for the last two years has worked out so well for you.â
She narrowed her eyes slightly at me but let it go with a shrug, reaching for a drink of her own, âMaybe not but I actually plan on getting him to talk to me tonight so who knows. But anyway, itâs you Iâm worried about. When was the last time you did anything more than just have sex with someone?â
âSince before uni,â I told her truthfully.
âExactly!â she looked pointedly at me. âAnd youâre too pretty and smart to be wasting your time on guys your never going see again. You need someone whoâs going appreciate you.â
âThanks mum,â I snorted, taking another gulp.
âAddi, Iâm serious!â she exclaimed, turning to face with me wide eyes, âIt be good for you to have a relationship with something other than your notebook. What about Harry? The one whoâs always hanging out with Niall and Louis that you â â
âOkay,â I pushed myself off the counter and put a hand on her shoulder, âI think Iâve had enough lecturing for one day. How about we go see if we can find Liam so you can chat him up, yeah? Iâm sure heâs around here somewhere.â
I almost sighed in relief when the concerned pinched between her eyebrows was smoothed into a giddy smile.
âI wonder if heâs still wearing the hat I saw him in earlier today on campus. I mean, it was a nice fashion statement but Iâm not sure if it does anything for his bone structure.â
I shrugged with feigned interested and a hint of a smile. âOnly one way to find out, isnât there? Maybe you can tell him what you think about it.â
Tristan didnât need much more encouragement. She downed another gulp of her drink and squared off her shoulders in determination, âAlright letâs go, then.â
And just like Iâd expected, she latched onto my arm and started dragging me out of the kitchen, in the opposite direction of the noisy, packed living room behind us.
~
After finishing off my cup of rum and coke and spending the last hour sitting in the back corner of the game room with Tristan, watching Liam completely dominate his mates in pool, I decided it was time to find Niall.
As much as I adored Tristan and her bubbly nature, there were only so many times I could hear the words Liam and wonderful in the same sentence before I needed a break. I mean, donât get me wrong, heâs good looking and all, but fawning over the way his biceps bulged in his button up wasnât exactly how Iâd pictured enjoying my night.
I slipped out without Tristan really noticing and made a beeline back to the kitchen. There were a few students grabbing some beers from the fridge but I ignored them in favor of getting myself another drink. This time, I went for another shot of vodka and mixed it with a bit of Dr. Pepper to keep it toned down.
I was decently buzzed, just enough to put a bit of zing in my step and I wanted to keep it that way. It was still early, barely past eleven if the clock in Liamâs kitchen was right, and it needed to be at least past midnight before I really considered chucking back another couple shots.
With that in mind and a full in drink in hand, I wandered towards the living room, figuring it was the most likely place to find my flat mate. It was more crowded than the game room had been, people squished up together on couches and clustered up in corners with barely enough room to walk without worrying about bumping into someone.
It was in the thicket of the noise and the chaos that I found Niall. His blonde head was obvious on the far side of the beer pong table with a ball poised in his hand and a bloke with shoulder length brown hair I thought I recognized standing beside him conversing with someone else. Iâd just shoved my way through the wall of students surrounding the table when he bounced the ball and it landed with a plunk in one of Louisâ beer cups. The cheers were almost as deafening as the music.
âNiall!â I shouted, once the noise had died down and Louis had finished chugging his cup of beer.
âAddi!â He beamed, arms wide open with hint of red coating his cheeks. âI was wondering where you got off to.â
At the sound of my name, the girl standing next to him flipped around to face the pair of us and it wasnât until I looked up and a saw pair of green eyes staring back at me, that I realized, just who the bloke actually was.
I sucked in a sharp breath, averting my eyes immediately back to Niall, âOh, I was just uh, in the game room with Tristan.â
âSo she talked your ear off, then?â Niall asked, focusing across the table at Louis now taking his shot.
âSomething like that,â I muttered, not able to help stealing another quick glance at the person standing a few feet from me.
Harry Styles looked much the same as Iâd seen him at the end of last term. His shirt was still a ridiculous over the top pattern and half buttoned, exposing the tattoos at the top of his chest. He still wore the same pair of black skinny jeans, maybe just a size tighter, with a pair of suede heeled boots to match and his mouth was still set into a completive line that turned down at the corners. The only thing that was even remotely different was his hair. Instead of brushing the tops of his collarbones, his curls now feel loosely over his shoulders and framed his face.
It was the reason I hadnât been able to recognize him with his back to me because I was sure if Iâd had, I wouldnât have come over here in the first place.
And he seemed almost as pleased as I was that Iâd made that mistake.
His eyes darkened ever so slightly, offering me a kind but tense smile as he tapped his ringed finger rhythmically over his own cup. It was only after Louis had tossed his ball and completely missed, nearly nailing a poor girl in the head that either of us were able to look away.
âYes!â Niall threw his arms up in exclamation. âI win again, Lou! Youâre never gonna beat me!â
Louis flipped him the bird, âItâs not even fair! You play golf and know how to aim!â
âGolf is with a club, you knob.â Niall scoffed, âYouâve just got shit aim when youâre drunk.â
I couldnât exactly deny that. I think the girl heâd almost hit was now cowering on one of the couches.
âThen why donât you come play teams with me, then? Even it out a bit,â Louis bargained.
âAnd play against who?â Niall leaned forward to press his palms against the table. âI think Zaynâs more worried about how far he can get his tongue down his birdâs throat.â
For half a second Louis seemed like he was genuinely stumped. He glanced around the room, his brows furrowed in concentration trying to find anyone who might be up for a challenge and it wasnât until he landed on me that they widened with obvious excitement.
âOh no,â I protested before he could say anything, âLouis, no Iâm not playing. You know I hate beer.â
âOh come on!â he whined from across the table, âYou can play with Harry! Heâs just as shit as I am and youâre a bloody pro.â
I stole a glance sideways at Harry. He was staring down at his cup, his lips pursed and I figured I was only doing both of us a favor.
âFind someone else, Lou,â I insisted, âI donât wanna play.â
âJesus, come on, Addi,â Niall nudged my arm with a heavy frown, âYou dragged me all the way here. The least you can do is play with us.â
âOkay, no,â I turned to point a finger at him, âthat was not part of the deal. And stop trying to guilt me into this! Just because Iâm good doesnât mean I want â â
âIâll do it.â
His deep voice had me stopping mid-sentence, snapping my head away from Niall to stare at him, âYou will?â
Harry shrugged and set his cup down on the edge of the table, âI mean, only if you want to. I donât wanna make you.â
Niall certainly didnât need any more persuasion.
âFantastic, itâs settled then.â He picked up his cup and started rounding the edge of the table while I stood there staring at Harry with my mouth still half open, âFirst one to drink all their cups loses and has to make a fry-up in the morning.â
âWhat, no!â I rounded on him, coming out of my daze, âItâs not settled! I never agreed to this! You know Iâm rubbish at cooking.â
He shrugged, completely unaffected. âGuess you better win then, yeah?â
âNiall!â I groaned but he ignored me, practically skipping down the length of the table for a triumphant high five from Louis.
He was seriously making me regret the hour Iâd spent begging him to come with me.
Flipping back around, I shoved a hand through my unruly mane of flaming hair and snarled, reaching for the pile of cups on the edge of the table.
âOne of these days Iâm going to take one of his precious medical textbooks and stick it up his ass.â
I heard Harry snort as I situated the red cups into a perfect triangle but he quickly caught himself and tried to cover it by clearing his throat.
âYou didnât have to do it, you know.â
I flickered my eyes up to find him holding the can of opened beer. He was staring at me, his eyes just as piercing and dark as before, and for a delusional second I wonder if he was still talking about the game.
âItâs fine.â I took the can from him and sloshed some in the bottoms of the cups. âIâd never hear the end of it anyway and then Iâd definitely have to make his hungover ass breakfast in the morning.â
Harry nodded, pushing the front of his curls away from his face, âAlright, then. But if you really donât wanna drink, I wonât make you.â
I was tempted to remind him of the actual rules of beer pong but the way he was still looking at me had me pausing the can over the last cup.
âOh yeah and how I am gonna get it past those two?â
He jerked his head down toward something on the floor, a decent sized bin by the edge of the table. He nudged it with the side of his boot and drug it between the two of us.
âJust toss it when theyâre not looking. Sâwhat Iâm gonna do.â
I rose an eyebrow, setting the empty can aside, âYouâre not gonna drink?â
âNope,â Harry shook his head. âNot if I can help it.â
My gaze switched back and forth between the drink still sitting on the edge of his side of the table and the unreadable, serious expression on his face.
I wondered why the guy Iâd personally watched chuck back three separate shots of tequila a few months ago would suddenly think he was too good for a bit of piss poor beer but then I decided I didnât care if it meant IÂ didnât have to drink any of that piss poor beer.
âAlright.â I shrugged one shoulder to my ear. âBut if we get caught Iâm telling Niall it was all your idea.â
Harry managed to crack a faint smile, reaching for a drink of whatever was in that cup of his.
âFair enough.â
âHey, lovebirds! We gonna play or not?â
I should seriously reconsider messing with Niallâs textbooks. It might almost be worth it just to see the look on his face when he found them âaccidentlyâ chucked off the balcony of our flat.
âYeah, weâre gonna play, you shit,â I rolled my eyes and turned to face Niall and Louis at the other end of the long dining table. âWhoâs going first?â
Louis held up his hand in a fist, wiggling his eyebrows. âWinner chooses?â
âYeah, alright,â I sighed and brought up my own right hand, âOne, two, three, shoot!â
Louis first play was paper, not exactly the wisest choice considering Iâd gone for scissors.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips, âSorry, mate.â
Louis huffed and leaned back from the table, âYeah, yeah just go so we can kick your arses already.â
I picked up one of the ping pong balls, weighing it carefully in my hand. It was a little heavier than I was used to but that didnât mean I couldnât make it work.
Eyeing the farthest cup on Niallâs right, I flicked my wrist and let it fly. It bounced hard off the middle of the table before plopping cleanly in the center of the cup. Niallâs groan of dismay when some of the liquid splattered on his jeans was immensely satisfying.
âYour side, Ny,â I grinned at him, âmeans you drink first.â
Niall frowned up at me, plucking out the ball from his drink, âI know the rules, Addi. Lucky first shot.â
âWhatever you say,â I shrugged, âBottoms up.â
He drank the bit of it in one gulp, slamming the cup down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up a ball of his own.
âComing for you, Addi.â
I figured as much but I just waited with my eyebrows cocked as he took aim. It was hard not to pout when it landed two cups back from the middle.
âHa!â
Niall reached up to slap hands with Louis and smirk across at me. âOne for me, then. Go on.â
I glanced sideways at Harry as I wrapped my fingers around the cup. He just nodded once, keeping his eye forwards and toying with one of his balls.
âJust one shot, mate,â he called, though not loudly. âDoesnât mean youâve won the game yet.â
âOh, yeah?â Niall taunted, both him and Louis switching their attention to my partner. âLast time you played this, Styles, you almost gave Zayn a black eye. Donât think youâre gonna help her much.â
I took the opportunity to pretend to toss the beer back and dumped it quickly underneath my elbow before either of them could notice.
Harry seemed unbothered, âYou never know, maybe Iâve practiced since then.â
If we had any chance of winning this game, I sure hoped he had, but I kept my expectations low and my mouth shut, considering heâd just kept me from drinking the alcoholic equivalent of piss.
âYeah, right,â Louis huffed and waved his hand, âTake your shot, will ya?â
Whatever urgency our friends had, Harry didnât seem to possess any of it. He took his sweet time, angling the ball in front of his face and switching back and forth between different cups while his fingers pinched at his bottom lip.
I couldnât help but watch him, remembering the last time Iâd been this close to him. How soft and pliable his curls had felt between my fingers and the taste of whiskey and mint that lingered on his lips. It had me chewing on the inside of my cheek and I was about ready to shout at him just to throw before he tossed the ball and it flew straight into the middle cup without hitting the table.
It took me a few seconds to register thatâs what the cheering around us was for.
âWhat the hell, mate!â Louis shouted, throwing his hands up. âThatâs not fair!â
Harry looked rather smug, taking another sip of his mysterious drink, âTold you I practiced.â
âThat had to be luck!â Niall shot back as Louis chugged down his portion of beer. âNo way, you can do that again.â
He didnât dignify them with a real retort, just shrugging his shoulders past the ends of his hair and cocking his head over to glance at me. âYou never know.â
âYeah,â I trailed off, unable to look away. âGuess not.â
Expect that I did. Everyone did.
Harry was as shit at beer pong as heâd ever been, with a few rare exceptions where he repeated his miraculous no bounce shots that were â just like Niall had pointed out â clearly out of sheer luck. Balls flew everywhere, over our opponents heads, clear across the other side of the living room into someone elseâs half-full vodka; one of them even ricocheted off the rim of one of Niallâs cups and ended up nailing Zaynâs bird in the back of the head just as he was going in for another kiss â I thought he deserved a point for that one but both Louis and Niall shot me down.
The only thing we had going for us was that Louis was just as terrible, if not more so. Between the two of them, the whole living room was set for their in house entertainment and it was down to Niall and I to give the game a bit of dignity.
I should have taken it seriously. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up tomorrow morning before my midmorning class and burn myself trying to fry Niall up some eggs and sausage with a hangover. But the longer the game went on, the more distracted I seemed to get.
I wanted to blame it on the vodka and the rum â because why else would I have tossed it off the side of the table three feet from any of the cups â but I knew, somewhere very far in the back of my head, that it had much more to do with standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry.
Iâd been close to him dozens of times at different parties but Iâd never noticed just how fidgety and awkward he could be. He never seemed to stop moving. His hand would run back through his hair if it flopped too far to one side. Heâd always be tapping his fingers on the side of his cup and shifting from one foot to the other with his lip still between his fingers when it wasnât his turn. He even aimed so far left during one of his turns that we ended up hip to hip and I could practically feel the heat radiating off his body as he threw and missed one of the cups by half an inch.
It got to point after Niall dunked one into one of our last two remaining cups and Harry dodged my way to avoid the splash that I couldnât take it anymore.
âHarry,â I asked, watching him sneakily pour the remains of the beer into the bin like weâd been doing all game as the âdynamic duoâ shared another victory dance. âWhy arenât you drinking?â
He looked down at me, surprised, discarding the cup, âOh um, Iâve got a class tomorrow at nine and I didnât really wanna miss anything because of a hangover.â
âSo whatâs that cup over there filled with?â I inclined my head to his side of the table, âWater?â
Harry chortled, uneasily. âNo, uh, actually itâs coke.â
âJust coke?â
âJust coke,â he repeated.
We stared at each other for a long second, his tongue darting out between his lips as he messed with the cross hanging around his neck. He almost looked like he wanted to say something else, his mouth falling open ever so slightly but before he could get a word out, Niall was shouting back across the table.
âHarry! Harold Styles! Are you gonna take your fucking shot or what?â
If I wasnât the one whoâd have to deal with him in the morning, I would have gladly spiked one of the last cups of beer with another two shots of tequila.
Harry snapped out of his daze and shoved his hand back through his hair before turning towards the table.
âYeah, mate. Didnât know you were so eager to get beaten.â
âFat chance!â Niall snorted. âYouâre never gonna make either of these and youâve only got one cup left!â
As much as I hated to admit it, Niall was right. Him and Louis still had two cups standing, both sitting in the middle of their side of the table, while Harry and I only had one between the both of us, thanks to his poor aim and my unfortunate distraction.
The only way we had a chance to win this game was if he made this shot, Louis missed and I pulled myself together and tossed it into the last one. Because if either Harry or I missed and it came back around to Niall, we were doomed and he would never let me live it down.
âJust keep your eye on the cup,â I muttered just loud enough under my breath to Harry.
His glanced sideways at me curiously, the ball already poised in his hand.
âYou do better when you donât watch the ball,â I clarified, âand if you make this we might be able to win.â
I wasnât sure why I was so eager to try and help him because really this was just a bloody game but I felt an odd sense of anxiousness watching him nod and hold the ball up to shoot.
It didnât take him as long this time around, just enough time to focus in on one of the remaining cups and position the ball before tossing it with enough force to get it across the table.
My chest nearly gave out when it plunked down into the right cup.
âHoly shit,â I breathed, staring wide eyed as the crowd erupted over the loud music.
Niall and Louis were almost too stunned to speak and Harry was so satisfied I thought his proud smirk might actually split his face.
âJesus Christ,â I heard Niall swear, immediately rounding on Louis. âYouâve gotta get this mate. Iâm not getting up to make no fucking breakfast. And Iâm calling you at half six if I do.â
âCalm down,â Louis waved him off, suddenly much more confident than heâd been just a few moments ago, âJust let me do what I do best.â
Nailing poor innocent freshman in the head and nearly giving them a concussion at their first college party?
Okay, go for it, Tomlinson.
His last attempt wasnât quite that extreme but it still ended up about a foot over Harryâs head after bouncing off the corner of the table and I couldnât help the grin that curled at the corners of my lips.
âSo, Niall, you know I like my English with extra sausage, right?â
Louis looked far too pleased for being about to lose a game, âExtra sausage? Is there something you wanna tell us â â
âShut it,â Niall silenced him with a hand, narrowing his eyes at me. âYou wonât make this, Addi. You crack under pressure.â
I shrugged, picking up a ball and rolling it around in my hand.
âGuess weâll find out, wonât we?â
I could feel the eyes of almost everyone else in room as I leaned forward and gripped the edge of the table for my shot. The living room was almost absolutely silent apart from a few murmurs here and there, and the loud base techno music coming through the speakers. But for some reason, the only eyes I was really aware of were Harryâs.
He was pivoted around to face me, his hip squished against the edge of the table and his lip now back between his fingers. I was hyper aware of just how close he was and had to tear myself away before I could focus enough to make the shot.
I held my breath when I let it go, watching it hit off the wood and veer just enough to the left to land dead center in the cup.
My roommateâs jaw went slack as the entire room burst into an uproar and I was so elated and caught up in it all that, without thinking about what I was doing, I threw myself at Harryâs tall form and flung my arms around his neck.
âOh my god!â I exclaimed. âI canât believe we actually did it!â
It took about three seconds of feeling Harryâs body stiffen under my touch for me to realize what was actually happening.
âOh shit,â I breathed, pulling myself off of him and backing away three or four steps. âIâm sorry. I donât know why I did thatâŠâ
âNo, uh,â Harry chuckled, shoving his hair away from his face, âitâs cool. We actually won. I didnât think we would. Youâre a really good shot.â
âThanks.â I tried to cover the heat on my cheeks by nibbling on my bottom lip. âYouâre not so bad yourself.
He raised both his eyebrows. âReally?â
âOkay, no,â I rolled my eyes with a sigh. âBut you made that last shot and saved me from probably burning down my flat tomorrow, so thanks for that.â
Harry managed an amused smile. âYouâre welcome, then. It was a good game.â
âYeah,â I grinned back at him, âIt was.â
~
Over the last three years, most of my terrible choices have been made under the influence of tequila.
Like the time I thought it would be a good idea to challenge Niall to a drink off and ended up puking in the back of the taxi on the way home. Or when I assumed the best way to deal with a piss pour grade on one my term papers was to take Jeremey Remes home with me and completely forgot my mum was driving down to see me the next morning.
Every time I told myself â or somebody else did - that it was safe enough to have more than a single shot of tequila, nine times out of ten it usually ended up spirally out of control and I was left to deal with the inevitable consequences the next morning.
But the worst had to have been at the beginning of the summer when Louis decided to throw a party at his parentâs house in Primrose Hill.
Really, I wasnât supposed to go. I had to be up early the next morning for a two hour train ride to Manchester and showing up at my parentâs house tired and hungover from the night before when sheâd already caught me with a stranger in my bed, probably wasnât the ideal way to kick off my summer break. But after a month of basically drilling a hole in my own head to prepare for final exams and too many weekends spent holed up in our flat, it seemed like a complete and utter shame to waste the last one Iâd have for the next three months.
That was my first mistake.
The second was letting Niall convince me to partner up with Harry for truth or dare.
At the start, it wasnât that big of a deal. I didnât know Harry all that well, considering heâd only just transferred from a school across London in the spring semester, but we were used to this already. Harry and I were the only two members of our friend group who werenât either already attached or always in search of someone to warm our beds for the night, so, naturally, we usually got paired together for games during parties. And when I thought about it, he was probably the only person I trusted to be sane enough to help keep from embarrassing myself in front of a room full of people Iâd have to face on campus the next morning. So really, I almost considered myself lucky.
That is until the same moronic idiot who put us together in the first place thought it would absolutely âcrackinâ â his word, not mine â to dare the two of us do a body shot off one another.
I was all for it, never one to turn down a challenge my roommate handed out to me even if it was fucking bonkers. But Harry was already reaching for his cup to drink and looked moderately horrified when I took it out of his hands and told him to go get some tequila from the kitchen.
My third mistake was not listening to him when he tried to reason with me. Because thirty minutes later, after letting him lick salt off my stomach and taking another three tequila shots, all I could think about while sitting next to him alone â or as alone as two people can be at a college party â was how soft his lips had been when they accidently brushed mine, taking the lime from my mouth.
I shouldnât have done it. There were about a hundred different perfectly logical reasons why it was an absolutely terrible idea. But with that much tequila running through my veins, I didnât remember any of them. All I cared about when I reached over to run a hand through his curls, was that maybe if I felt those pink, soft lips again, I might be able to forget that I only had a year left to figure out what to do with my life and no idea where to start.
I still canât remember how long we were at it for, my body completely straddling Harryâs lap in the middle of that lounge room as he ran his hands up the tops of my thighs under my dress and kissed me until our lips were tender and swollen. At one point, I was almost positive I was going home with him, but when I suddenly remembered in the middle of listening to his raspy, low voice murmuring in my ear, that even a night of rolling around in the sheets couldnât fix the mess I was sure Iâd already made of my career, the guilt was almost too much to handle.
I wasnât the type of person who used someone and Harry, the boy who just happened to be there, didnât deserve to deal with me at my worst, just because I was too cowardly to sort my life out.
I used the excuse of getting us both more drinks to get away from him. But when I ducked into the kitchen and double checked that he couldnât see me, I made a bee-line for the front without even thinking to look for any of my other friends.
Nobody had batted an eyelash when I called to apologize the next morning after getting on the train but it was the person I hadnât bothered to ask that stayed with me for most of the ride back home.
I tried to tell myself maybe that was the reason I hadnât gone to refill my drink after the beer pong game but I knew it wasnât.
âOh for fucks sake!â Louis swore, slapping his hand against his thigh. âI just drank! Why you making me do it again!?â
Niall smirked at him from across the table, setting the two of clubs down beside him. âBecause if it wasnât for you and your shitty aim, Iâd be getting a full English tomorrow.â
âItâs not my fault Harry got in a lucky shot!â he protested.
âDoesnât matter,â Niall shrugged, nodding towards his friendâs half full cup. âDrink.â
Louis rolled his eyes and tipped back his drink, wincing at the acrid taste before slamming it back down on the living room table.
âAlright, Zayn go,â he fell back into the couch cushions, âand if you get a fucking two Iâm gonna dump this over our head if you even think about giving it to me.â
Zayn snickered from beside his girlfriend, reaching forward to grab a random face down card circling the giant glass in the middle.
I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes when he grinned to himself and slowly pressed his thumb against the edge of the table. Harry and I were the first two to notice and place down our own and judging by the drunken and oblivious state of the mates around us, it was gonna be awhile before anyone else caught on.
I wasnât sure why Iâd even decided to play. Kingâs Cup was probably one of my least favorite drinking games â mostly because I somehow always ended up drawing that last king and had to poison myself with whatever concoction was in the middle cup, and without an actual drink to play with, technically I wasnât even abiding by the rules. But when Niall suggested it and absolutely insisted I had to join for a rematch of the âunfairâ beer pong game, I didnât have much of choose other than to squish in next to Harry on the smaller sofa with my empty cup of Dr. Pepper and vodka.
We were so close that I could feel the muscles flexing in his thigh as he sighed and drummed his fingers over his knee cap, waiting for the rest of the group to put their thumbs on the table. He hadnât said more than a few words since weâd sat down to play about half an hour ago but I could tell just by the way he kept pushing his curls away from his face and pulling at his lip, that he didnât exactly have the patience for this either.
Good. At least then, I wasnât suffering through this alone.
âHa, Tristan!â Louis pointed across the table, once heâd quickly set his thumb down and looked around to see if anyone was still left. âDrink! Youâre the last one!â
âDrink?â she scrunched her nose, âWhy do I have to drink? Zayn hasnât even told us what he got yet.â
Liam, who sheâd somehow persuaded to join us, snorted from beside her. âThatâs kind of the point, love. He drew a five. Heâs not supposed to tell anyone, remember?â
âOh,â Tristanâs face fell in comprehension before she shrugged and grabbed for her drink. âWhatever, then. Iâve always hated that card anyway. Whatâs the point of putting your thumb on the table?â
âDonât know, donât care,â Louis brushed off, âJust drink.â
Tristan stuck her tongue at him, sipping on what was left of her cranberry vodka.
Zaynâs girlfriend, Janell, who Iâd only heard speak a handful of times, didnât wait for Tristan to finish before picking up the next card. Her slender face went sour as she flipped it around for the group to see.
It was a four of spades.
âSorry, girls. Iâm kinda shit at this.â
âAw, babe, no youâre not,â Zayn teased, nudging her side, âThat was a great card.â
She narrowed her eyes at him, tipping her cup back as the rest of the girls followed suit and drank.
Well, I pretended to drink.
âDo me a favor and draw a six for me, will ya, Adriana? I think the boys deserve it.â
âDonât mind if I do,â I smirked, bending forward to grab for a random card.
I plucked one up from the sparse side of the toxic cup, hoping for that six or maybe even a two just so I could make Niall suffer that much more, but was disappointed when I turned it over to find an eight of hearts.
I twisted my mouth into a slight purse.
Great.
âWhatâd ya get?â Niall probed directly across from me. âYou girls gotta drink again?â
âNo,â I flipped it around for everyone to see. âBut someoneâs gonna have to every time I do.â
âOh, an eight!â Tristian clapped her hands together. âWho you gonna pick, Addi? Please donât pick me. I donât think I could handle drinking double.â
Louis smirked and threw an arm over the back of his girlfriendâs shoulders. âI think we all know who Addiâs gonna go for. Niall, Iâd go get another drink if I were you. That might not be enough.â
âOh piss off, Lou,â I shot him a dirty snarl. âI could pick you and make Danielle have to carry you back to the flat tonight.â
He didnât seem phased, shrugging as he waited with the rest of them for me to make my decision.
As much as I despised Louisâ meddling in our friendship, Niall was a legitimate option. Heâd made us an half an hour late trying to drag him here with me. Heâd forced me into a beer pong game and a bet that Iâd nearly almost lost and he wasnât near sloshed enough yet to make up for any of it. In my perfectly sober opinion, it was my right to take a little bit of payback but the fact that my cup was completely empty had me drumming my fingers over my bare knee.
If I forced Niall to drink every time I âdrankâ there was a very high possibility heâd be paying too much attention and realize I wasnât actually drinking at all. And the torment heâd put me through for the next month wasnât worth it just to see Niall puking up his guts in the morning while trying to make me breakfast.
I needed someone who wouldnât care one way or another and the only person in the entire room who fit that description was sitting right next to me.
I knew what it would look like, especially to Harry himself, but I really didnât see any other choice. He already knew I wasnât drinking, just by the curious raise of his eyebrows every time I lifted my cup, and it wasnât like this coke was mixed with anything other than his own backwash. We both needed to stay under the radar of our friends and the best way I could think to do that was band together and keep them out of it all together.
I just hoped one victory at a measly beer pong game was enough to keep him getting up and leaving.
âSorry, Harry.â I nudged his side with my elbow and tossed the card aside, âLooks youâre suffering with me.â
The stunned silence was almost laughable and I couldâve sworn Iâd seen Niall looking practically wounded out of the corner of my eye.
âWait, me?â Harry snapped his head around to stare at me. âYou want me to drink with you?â
I snorted and reached for my empty cup. âYeah, thatâs kind of how an eight works. That alright with you?â
He paused for a second, looking at me curiously before shrugging his shoulders and pushing a hand back through his unruly, long hair. âYeah, alright. Cheers, then.â
He picked up his cup and raised it slightly, tipping it back just enough to get a gulp. I followed suit, making a point to swallow as I sucked nothing but air through my lips and set it back down on the side table out of sight.
âYeah, whatever then,â Niall tossed off rather impatiently. âYour turn, Harry, get on with it.â
I was confused by his sudden mood change. Heâd been all about this all of two minute ago but I hardly had time to dwell on it, noticing the not so subtle smirk on Tristanâs face as Harry drew his card.
I didnât even wanna know.
âA ten,â he switched it in his fingers around the circles. âMeans I get pick to a category, yeah?â
âYup,â Zayn nodded at him with a tiny grin. âAnything you want. Make it good, mate.â
Harry thought for a long moment, picking at his bottom lip before nodding once, âRolling Stones songs.â
The groan from all the men was collective. Louis even went as far as to cover his face with both hands like he was in actual pain.
âReally!? You couldâve picked anything and you pick an old man band? What a waste of opportunity.â
Harry lifted one shoulder and curled up a corner of his mouth, âYou didnât draw it, mate. Go on, Liam.â
Surprisingly, Liam was ready with an answer â or more specifically my answer.
âBeast of Burden.â
It took Tristan just a bit longer, her lips twisting in thought.
âSatisfaction!â
God dammit.
âGod fine, alright,â Louis sighed, dramatically, âStart Me Up.â
âPaint It Black.â
Mother fucker.
âWild Horses.â
Niall looked particularly smug about his answer, probably because he knew it was one of my favorite Rolling Stones songs. Or maybe by the way he was side-eyeing Harry, it was something else. Who the hell knows.
All I knew was that I needed to come up with a song and fast.
âBrown Sugar is one of them, ainât it?â Zayn glanced over at Harry, who nodded in approval.
If his girlfriend took my song and I was left with nothing, I swear to God.
She bit at her lip, looking around like she was in trouble.
âI know one. I just canât remember exactly what the name is. You canât always get things how you want or you canât have things how you wantâŠâ
I slouched forward with an audible sigh of relief as Harry shook his head with a chuckle.
âNope, sorry. Itâs You Canât Always Get What You Want. Nice try, though.â
She scrunched her nose and went for a long drink, slumping back against the small seat she and Zayn shared.
âKnew I should have listened when my dad forced me to listen to the oldies when I was little.â
Harry chortled and nodded, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees as he waited for Liam to draw.
He ended up with the six Iâd so desperately wanted and Louis threatened to dump the rest of his beer over the head of whoever drew the next one. I had to fight an amused smirk as the rest of the boys, threw one back, apart from Harry: I was sure just by the eye roll his girlfriend was giving him that if Louis even tried to soak any of the girls in beer heâd be nursing his awful hangover in the morning alone.
Tristan was the last one left on our couch to go for this round. She took her sweet time, fixing a piece of hair that fell loose from her bun before inclining forward and running her fingers over the loop of cards.
I was about to flop into the couch cushions with a long sigh and take a nap when she suddenly burst into gleeful giggles and started stamping her heeled feet on the carpet.
âIâve got a King! I knew I picked the best one!â
Oh, god.
âGod, dammit!â Louis swore, slapping his knee. âI was literally just going to pick that fucking card.â
Tristan tittered triumphantly. âToo bad, Lou. You snooze, you loose.â
âAnd youâve probably got some ridiculous fruity shit in that drink, donât you? Like orange juice and champagne or some shit,â he complained as she poured the remainder of her cup into the bigger glass in the center of the table.
Actually, I knew for a fact it was cranberry juice and vodka but I was less concerned with what was going into the Kingâs Cup and more concerned with the obnoxiously large smile plastered on her face.
In the original rules of Kingâs Cup, the person who draws the king gets to set a rule for the entire group to follow for the rest of the game and whoever forgets or refuses the rule has to drink. But for our version of the game, or rather Niallâs â thanks for that - instead of choosing a collective rule, the player gets to make one request of someone else in the group. It can be absolutely anything but whoever they choose has to do it or they have to drink, just like the rest of the game.
Tristian by nature was not a cruel person, most of her requests or dares usually involved something silly and fun as opposed to anything embarrassing like hacking a twitter account. But something about the glint her eye as she tapped at her chin with her fingernails had me shrinking down in my seat, in an attempt to hide behind Harryâs tall body to keep her from seeing me.
It didnât work.
âI know exactly what I want one you to do!â she sang, looking all the way around Liam to find me slouching back against the couch. She beamed brightly, like she was giving me a present. âAddi, I want you to kiss, Harry! And not just a little one either. It has to be for at least thirty seconds.â
Youâve got to be fucking kidding me.
I groaned and shoved myself up. âTristan, come on! Thatâs not fair!â
âOh, yes it is!â she insisted, âI drew the king so I get to make a request. And itâs not like you havenât done it before. I mean, last summer you had your tongue down his throat.â
Niall nearly fell out of his seat. âWhat?! Addi, when did you make out with Harry?!â
Oh, fuck me.
âWhoa, whoa!â Louis put his hand up to be heard. âWhy did no one tell me about this?! Here I was thinking she was fucking around with â â
âAlright, fine!â I blurted, throwing my arms up âYes, I made out with Harry at the end of last year. Can we all move on, please?â
âNo!â Niall pinched his brows together. âYou need to tell me these things! Itâs flatmate rules!â
My expression fell flat as I turned to look at him.
âNo, itâs not. And no, I donât have to tell you about every person I decided to make out with. Just like I donât wanna know the color of the knickerâs of the last girl you had in your room.â
A rush of red colored Niallâs pale cheeks, his lips smacking together in a hard line. âWhatever. You do what you want, then.â
I felt bad for using something weâd joked about privately against him, but if itâs what it took to get him off my back about this, then I wasnât going to spend too much time dwelling on it, knowing heâd forgive me easily later.
Apparently, neither was Tristan.
âSo,â she was bouncing in anticipation, âAre you gonna kiss him or are you gonna drink?â
Sighing, I turned to look at Harry. Almost his entire body seemed to have gone rigid, his thigh stiff against mine and hand frozen over his lip. The only part of him that was remotely expressive were his eyes. They were focused on me, a dark shade of green as they flickered back and forth over my face.
I knew what he was thinking, because it was exactly what I thinking.
The last time weâd done this, both of us were drunk enough to only remember bits and piece of it in the morning. Itâd been a complete impulse and it ended with me leaving him high, dry and probably hard without any sort of explanation. This time we were sober, or at least he was and I was more sober than Iâd been on six tequila shots, in front of our friends who would never let us forget and more likely to remember it in the morning.
I was about to just deal with it and take my fake drink. Really, it didnât matter what our friends read into it or how much shit Iâd get for it later from Niall. Neither of us were getting any drunker and Iâd rather not screw up the little Iâd managed to salvage from the summer before between Harry and I â if I had at all.
But when I caught Harry dropping his hand from his lip and shrugging his shoulders with an indifferent raise of his eyebrows, I decided if I was going to ruin everything I might as well do it in classic Adriana fashion and do it all at once.
âFuck it.â
Without really thinking about what I was doing, I cupped my hand around the back of his head and pulled Harry into me for a kiss.
He seemed shocked at first, his lips hard and unresponsive but after a second of tangling my fingers through his long curls, his lips softened and started working gently against mine. They were just like I remembered them, full, pliable and with a hint of mint Iâd never be able to get rid of, and for some reason I couldnât fathom, just like before, I wanted more of them.
I had to make myself pull away, slipping my hand out of his hair and onto his shoulder, because I knew, for the sake of us both, I couldnât let this go any farther. But when I tried to back off, I felt Harryâs hand slip around my waist, his fingers widening over the expanse of my lower back as he parted his lips and pressed me closer to him.
My hand stiffened over his shoulder, my breath getting caught in the back of my throat. I wasnât sure what he was doing or if I even wanted him to do it, but just feeling his tongue dart out and run over my bottom lip had me sighing and wrapping my hand back around his neck.
He deepened the kiss once he felt me relax. His lips kneaded more urgently, getting me to open my mouth so he could nibble on my bottom lip and for a glorious thirty seconds that was the only thing I was aware of. The press of his fingers into the dips of my spine, the way his curls felt between my fingers and the needy softness of his lips.
It wasnât until I heard the cheering that I remember exactly where we were.
I pulled back more forcefully this time, detaching us from the kiss and pushing myself off his chest to sit upright on the couch. I licked my lips, trying to rid myself of the taste of him and bring myself out the daze as I noticed the people grinning around us. But even after a few prolonged seconds, I couldnât get rid of the mint still lingering on my tongue.
âIâm going to get another drink,â I suddenly announced, shoving off of the couch and to my feet.
âWait!â Niall exclaimed, a frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. âWhere are you going? The gameâs not finished! Weâve still got another king left.â
I let my shoulders touch my ears and slipped out from between the couches. âIâll be back in a minute. Canât really play with an empty drink, can I?â
I tipped the top of my cup upside down but before anyone could say anything, I turned on my heel and headed back towards the kitchen.
I wasnât lying when I said I needed a drink. My real intention was to actually find something strong enough to dose the poignant flavors in my mouth. I was even considering breaking my own rule and pouring myself a straight shot of tequila but when I rounded the corner and stepped into the empty kitchen, I heard boots clunking on the linoleum behind me.
With a hefty sigh, I avoided the heavily raided bar and veered off towards the fridge on the other side of the open room.
I caught Harry leaning up against the island with his arms crossed over his chest as I reached for one of the water bottles on a top shelf. He stayed silent, watching me twist the cap off and lift it to my lips before one side of his mouth quirked.
âYouâre not going back out there, are you?â
I finished chugging around a quarter of the bottle and whipped my mouth before answering him.
âWhat gave it away?â
âWell, last time you kissed me, you said you were going for a drink and never came back. I assumed it was just a habit.â
Whipping around to face him, I had my mouth open to protest but when I saw a wide, amused smirk stretched across his face, my shoulders slumped and I gave another sigh.
âI guess I deserved that.â I raised the bottle for another drink.
âMaybe,â he conceded.
âIâm not usually like that, though,â I rushed out, glancing up at him.
Harry rose both of his eyebrows, his lips curling a little higher. âYeah?â
âOh shut it,â I narrowed my eyes at him and rested back against the door of the fridge. âI may not seem like it but Iâm not the kind of bird who snogs someone and leaves. Most of the time Iâm usually nice enough to let them come home with me.â
He chortled with a low bit of laughter, âGuess Iâll keep that in mind, then.â
I felt myself smile slightly, tucking my chin down to run my thumb over the label on the water bottle as a silence settled over us. It was broken by a loud, obnoxious burst of cheers and laughter. I could distinctly hear Niallâs Irish accent shouting over the commotion. Something told me heâd probably drawn that last king.
Snorting softly, I shook my head and looked back up across the kitchen to find Harry still standing next to the island observing me.
âGod,â I huffed out, âIâm not nearly drunk enough for this.â
âDonât think I am either.â
I gave him an unimpressed look. âYouâre not drunk at all.â
âMaybe not,â Harry shrugged with a small grin, âbut if weâre being honest, I donât think anyone here is drunk enough to deal with the two of them.â
âProbably not,â I agreed just as I heard Louis hollering at Niall to keep chugging. âBut you donât have to drag one of them home and deal with them puking all over your breakfast in the morning.â
âSorry âbout that.â
I touched one shoulder to my ear, âNothing new. He does it for me so I figure itâs only fair to return the favor, yeah?â
He nodded once, letting another half a second silence pass before bringing his hand up to his lip and staring over at me.
âCan I ask you something, Adriana?â
âOh, um,â I mumbled, a bit taken back, âSure, I guess.â
âWhy did you stop drinking after the ping pong game?â
Averting my eyes down to the now wrinkled fabric of my skirt, I scuffed my heeled bootie over the tile and sucked my lip between my teeth.
Iâd been expecting him to bring it up. It was obvious heâd noticed from sitting next to me on the couch, I just wasnât sure if I wanted to answer him. Mostly because I wasnât very proud of the answer myself. And whether that was because I was ashamed of what it meant or I was just annoyed that Iâd let it get to me, I wasnât sure. But I figured after sticking my tongue down his throat again, I owed him some sort of explanation.
I picked my head up and shoved a loose piece of hair out of my face, âI â â
But before I could even get a word out, a hoard of boys came trampling into the kitchen. I recognized most of them as some of Liamâs teammates from around campus but none of them even seemed to notice we were there. They went straight for what was left of the communal bar, grabbing the last unopened whiskey bottle and dispersing a few different shots glasses before popping off the top with a resounding cheer of what obviously called for celebration.
I raised my eyebrows across the kitchen at Harry, trying to ignore them completely.
âDo you wanna go somewhere else?â
I didnât know what his reaction would be. I almost thought he might refuse, since the last time I asked him something similar, I ended up straddling his lap with my lips attached to his neck.
But I was surprised when I saw him nod, dropping his hand from his mouth.
âYeah, alright.â
I allowed myself to glance back once as I lead him out of the kitchen away from the living room, by passing the game room to head farther into the flat. There was a lounge room I remembered stumbling into the year before when I was looking for the bathroom and it was almost deserted, just a pair of girls giggling with each other over a bottle of champagne in the corner.
Harry and I didnât give them a second glance before I plopped down on the fancy white sofa facing the window.
âWhy do I feel like weâre not supposed to be in here?â he asked, sitting a few feet away from me.
I shrugged and kicked off my boots, bring my feet up and tucking them carefully underneath my bum.
âLiamâs too busy trying to impress Tristan to worry about where anybody is and heâs probably had too many beers to care.â
Harry raised his eyebrows and relaxed back into the sofa, or as relaxed as anybody could get with his back still stiff.
âYeah, youâre probably right.â
Another silence took over, just the sound of the two girls across the room whispering to each other as I ran my fingers over back of the couch. Harry was looking at me expectantly, his mouth in a flat line and his body angled toward mine, waiting for me to say something.
I sighed and let my hand dropped to my lap.
âI have a class tomorrow,â I finally said. âThatâs why I stopped drinking.â
He bobbed his head slowly, but stayed quiet like he knew there was more to do it than that.
Because, of course, there was.
âI didnât want to,â I continued âIf it were up to me Iâd probably be about as sober as Niall right now. But when you told me you werenât drinking because of your class in the morning, I felt guilty for not giving a shit about my own.â
Harry immediately sat up, âI didnât mean to make you feel guilty. I didnât want to ruin your night.â
I shrugged and let a short dark, chortle bubble up from my chest.
âItâs fine. Not your fault I canât be fucked to get my shit together. Shouldâve done that a long time ago.â
âBetter late than never, yeah?â
âI guess,â I shrugged one shoulder and kept my eyes on my hands. âI just feel like Iâve wasted time, you know? Been here for three years and what I have a got to show for it? A few decent grades and how to bullshit my way through an exam with a hangover?â
Harry bent forward to rest his elbows on his knees, cupping his chin as he turned to look at me.
âI donât know. It seems like youâve got more going for you than you think. Iâve read your articles in the school paper. I had no idea thirty five percent of the student body prefers skinny jeans over bootcut.â
âShut it!â I reached forward to tap him on the shoulder. âMrs. Perkins made me write that and I still regret even letting her publish it.â
âStill,â Harry grinned back at me, âIt was really well written, even if it was about something as irrelevant as trouser preferences.â
âMaybe,â I conceded, sinking back into the throw pillows. âBut whatâs that gonna do for me later? Itâs not like Iâve got any internships or jobs lined up for when we graduate. Iâm probably going to end up shipping myself back to my mum.â
His smile softened sympathetically.
âIâm sure youâll figure it out. You seem like the kind of girl who goes after what she wants.â
âOh, yeah?â I cocked an eyebrow at him. âWhat about you, then? You got everything figured out?â
âNo,â he insisted with a light chortle.
My expression flattened into a disbelieving stare.
âAlright,â he gave in, straighten himself back up again. âI mean, yeah, Iâve got a few options open for me and I know what I want to do. Iâm just not sure how Iâm supposed to get there, you know? Everyone keeps telling me different things and I donât know whose advice to take.â
Nodding slowly, I bowed my head to pick at the seams of my skirt again.
If there was anything I could relate to it, it was being pulled in opposite directions. Mum wants me come back home and work at a dingy little news magazine in Manchester. Dad and Gran feel like Iâm wasting my time trying to make a decent living off writing and insist I should go into something more useful and practical like nursing. While everybody else says fuck what anyone else wants because theyâre not the ones who have to live with my life. The problem was I wasnât even sure what I actually wanted to do with it.
But Iâd already tormented Harry with enough of my issues for one night.
âWhat do you wanna do, then?â I asked, looking back up at him.
âTeaching, actually,â the corners of his mouth curved, âPrimary school if I can manage it.â
âReally? Niall told me you were studying psychology.â
âI am,â he confirmed, âItâs just my minor, though. My counselor told me itâd help me get hired after I graduated, understanding human behavior and what not. Heâs the reason Iâve put myself through Mr. Bransonâs Studies in Consciousness course this semester.â
My head snapped up in surprise. âYouâre joking.â
âNo,â he scrunched his brows at my reaction. âI need it to graduate and he told me â â
âNo, I mean,â I sat myself up on my knees, âYouâre taking that course this semester? Because I am too. What day do you have him?â
âOh. Iâve got him early on Friday morning at like eight. When have you got him?â
A satisfied smirk spread across my face. âGuess youâre gonna be suffering with me, then. And just so you know, Iâm not a fully functioning human being until at least after ten.â
âReally?â Harry curled up one side of his mouth and angled himself to face me on the couch. âHow did you get signed up for that one, then? Didnât think youâd need any psychology for journalism.
I rested my elbow against the back of the couch with a small grimace.
âTechnically, I donât. But Mrs. Perkins suggested I take it so I could be a more âwell rounded writerâ and better empathize with the people Iâm writing about â whatever that means. And the only class left by the time I signed up was either at seven on Friday night or eight Friday morning and I decided actually having a weekend was more important than my sleep.â
Harry laughed and reached up to tug at his bottom lip. âMaybe it wonât be so bad. Everyone tells me he lectures for most of the class but if you take decent notes and actually do the essays you can pass the class.â
âDoes that mean I get to copy off yours so I can nap for the entire hour and half?â
âOnly if you bring me a full English. I like extra sausage on mine too.â
I took one of the fancy decorative pillows and tossed it at him. It would have hit him in the groin if he hadnât caught it.
âI wonât even make Niall a bloody fry-up and Iâve lived with him for two years. What makes you think you deserve it?â
Harry smirked and set the pillow carefully and neatly back into place. âBecause if you donât Iâm gonna poke you every time you fall asleep in class.â
âGod, no wonder youâre friends with Niall. Youâre almost as infuriating as he is.â
âI donât think thatâs possible,â he chuckled in amusement. âBut I guess you would know since you have to deal with him every day.â
I rolled my eyes, dramatically. âDonât I know it. Worst decision I ever made when I agreed to move in with him.â
Okay, that was a lie but there were days I seriously considered moving out into a shitty studio flat of my own. Those days usually included Niall running around in briefs and refusing to put clothes on.
Harry diverted his eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly, âWhatâs going on with you guys, then? Is that like a thing orâŠâ
âOh god,â I threw my head back, ânot you, too!â
âI was just curious!â Harry defended himself, âThe way Louis talks about it and the way Niall acts around you⊠I thoughtâŠâ
âHarry, Iâm not interested in Niall.â
âIs he interested in you, then?â he asked apprehensively. âBecause he didnât look very happy when you kissed me.â
âI donât know and it doesnât matter,â I insisted with a huff, âbecause the last thing I want to do is date my flat mate who leaves cereal bowls in the sink for weeks at a time and thinks just picking his clothes up and moving them into the washing basket is an actual form of cleaning.â
Harry lifted his mouth into a slight smirk. âSo, heâs not gonna come tear me one for being in here alone with you?â
âHe better not,â I scoffed, âHeâs got no room to talk with that bird he had on his arm.â
âGood,â he pressed his lips together, âbecause I actually kind of like this.â
âLike what? Being alone with me?â
âTalking with you, actually.â He glanced up with a small smile. âItâs nice to be around you without⊠uhâŠâ
âHaving my tongue down your throat?â
âYeah, that,â he chuckled, running a hand back through his hair. âI mean, thatâs good, too. I didnât kiss you back just to be polite but I like getting to know you and stuff. Youâre really quite funny.â
âThanks,â I grinned back at him, feeling a bit of heat on my cheeks. âYouâre not so bad yourself. Though Iâm not really sure if youâre trying to tell me to kiss you again or you just wanna talk to me.â
Harry shrugged his shoulders rather smugly, dimples Iâd never noticed he had indenting his cheeks.
âMaybe, both. But Iâd really like to hang out with you again. You know, maybe when itâs actually light outside and there isnât alcohol involved.â
I chewed on the edge of my lip, looking up at him. âMy class ends at noon tomorrow. I could meet you for lunch at the pizza place just outside of campus. The one off of Langham?â
âI can do that,â he nodded, before his smirk widened even further. âYou know, as long as Niallâs okay with it.â
âUrgh!â I leaned over to shove his shoulder with both hands, âI take it back. Iâm not eating anywhere with you if youâre gonna keep bring him up.â
âIâm kidding, Adriana.â
âGood,â I grumbled, pulling back and crossing my arms over my chest.
We sat there in silence for a few seconds as Harry made a show of rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. It was only then I noticed the two giggling girls were gone and the loud, thump of music still coming through the walls. It reminded me just how late it probably was.
âI guess Iâll see you tomorrow, then?â I offered, looking back over at him. âI should probably head back home now I have any hope of getting up for class tomorrow.â
âOh, um yeah,â Harry shoved his hair away from his face, watching me slid my legs out from underneath me and reach down for my shoes. âI should probably go too. I need to be up at half seven.â
I snorted, leaning down to zip up my boots. âForgive me if I donât feel you. Knowing me, Iâll probably still be hungover.â
He chuckled low in his chest, watching me shove off the couch and onto my feet.
âIâll meet you on the east end of campus, then?â
âWorks for me,â I nodded. âSorry, if Iâm a little late. The Professor sometimes runs long if sheâs not finished with her lectures.â
âThatâs fine,â he craned his neck to look up at me with a small smile. âI can wait.â
A small grin broke out on my face as I started backing towards the door, âSee you then, Harry.â
âSee you then, Adriana.â
Still smiling to myself, I turned on my heel to leave but by the time Iâd crossed the room and maneuvered through the furniture, I realized I still had something left to say to him.
âHey, Harry,â I called, switching back around to linger in the doorway.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide and almost hopeful.
âYeah?â
âYou can call me Addi.â









