We sit on the grass for a while, far away from the house.

I lie in his lap, while he sits up. "Why aren't you drunk?" I ask, poking his nose with my finger. Of course, I miss and end up poking his lip instead.

He grabs my finger and plants a light kiss. I giggle. His smile touches his eyes and his dimples form. "I'm not a lightweight like you," he retaliates, poking my nose back.

Then, out of nowhere, I decide to grab his dick.

It's probably the alcohol.

He groans and grabs my wrist. "Don't."

I sit up and look him in the eye. "Harry I'm a virgin. Drew and I never did anything."

His mischevious smile makes me giggle.

"Trust me El, you don't want to start something you can't handle."

I squint at him then proceed to grab his dick from his jeans again. He lets out a light groan. Before I chicken out, I undo his pants. I slowly undo his zipper while maintaining eye contact.

"Are you sure?" He asks gently.

I nod in response and keep unzipping.

He grabs my hand and forces me to unzip faster. "Fuck El, you can't do this to me."

He adjusts his pants and boxers so his dick is fully exposed. I push his shoulder, indicating he should lie down. He does as he's told.

Surprisingly, it's already semi-hard. I giggle, "someone's excited."

He props up on his elbows. "El, I don't think you understand how hard it is for me to get hard nowadays."

I have such power over him.

I nod with a coy smile and grip his member.

He groans and quivers to my touch. His head drops back down onto the soft grass. 

I smile and begin to slide my hand up and down. He sits back up and watches me. He guides me on how he likes it done, pausing to moan. 

My cheeks heat up, but I continue. I follow all of his instructions and feel him shake with pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," he moans. He sits up and aims his dick straight ahead. I duck to the side, not wanting that on me. He guides my hands to finish him and the white liquid squirts far into the distance. I squeal and he laughs at my shock. 

I guess a little drip lands on my cheek because he wipes it off with his thumb.

Once his pants are back on, I lay my head in his lap again. "Harry, why won't you dance?" 

"Not my thing." He curtly responds. I brush it off and play with my fingers. He takes my anxious hands and places them on his chest, allowing me to feel around. 

We sit in silence for a while before I decide to get up. He looks annoyed that we have to leave our little bubble of comfort, but follows me back into the house. Before we get inside, I give his shirt back to him.

I don't want anyone to see him like I do. 

I don't know how long it's been, but Audrey acts like barely any time has passed. I go into the kitchen and grab the same drink that Harry stole from me before.

Drew walks into the kitchen. "Hey baby," he smiles. 

"Hi," I respond and walk out of the kitchen quickly.

I find Harry chatting with some people who I don't know, including a girl who's mentally undressing him. 

I motion to the door and he furrows his brows in confusion. He takes the hint and follows me. "What's wrong?"

"I need to go home," I say. Reality is beginning to set in.

I just gave Harry fucking Styles a handjob in the middle of a party. What if someone had seen us? That would have been so bad.

He doesn't question me. I give Audrey a quick hug goodbye and follow him to his car. I'm hoping Audrey tells Drew that I left.

He slows down to allow me to catch up, but I begin walking faster than him. He scoffs and catches up with me. We eventually reach his car.

The ride is silent with only the radio playing in the background. 

Before I know it, I'm passed out in the passenger seat.

Harry's P.O.V

Ellie was acting really weird towards the end of the party. I'm assuming it's because she's sobering up and actually realized what we just did.

My cheeks heat up just thinking about that moment. 

It was fucking hot.

I look over and see she's fast asleep. 

Part of me knows I should take her home, but I feel bad. I don't want to leave her like this alone, especially back at her house where she can get in trouble. 

I drive straight to my hotel. The valet collects my keys and I carry her out of the car. She doesn't wake up throughout the trip to my room. I get a few weird stares, but no one dares to stop me. 

Kinda gross that people let this shit happen. 

I somehow manage to open the room door without dropping her.

Once the door shuts behind me, I make sure to gently place her on the bed. She stirs for a second, but then lies still. I slowly take her shoes off, and debate whether to take off her pants. Sleeping in jeans is very uncomfortable, but I don't know how she would feel if I saw her exposed. 

I decide against it, but leave a t-shirt of mine on the table next to the bed in case she wakes up and is uncomfortable.

She manages to pull the covers up in her sleep. I smile and stare at her face. The light from the lamp perfectly illuminates her facial features. She looks angelic when she's sleeping. 

I push a strand of hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. She mumbles incoherently and I pull away, scared to wake her.

This party has exhausted the shit out of me. I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red, probably from too much alcohol and sleep deprivation. 

Once the bathroom is steamy, I strip down and get into the glass shower. 

The boiling water feels so good on my skin. 

When I'm done, I grab the white towel hanging on the rack and dry off. I wrap it around my waist and walk back into the bedroom area. 

The lamp switches on and I dig through my suitcases to find a clean pair of underwear. Once I find one, I put it on.

Hmm, should I put on clothes? I usually sleep only in my boxers. 

I decide against clothes, especially because I'll probably be awake before Ellie. 

The room is pitch black as I settle on the couch. I was lucky to catch the hotel staff and ask for an extra blanket before they all went to sleep for the night.

I close my eyes and try to sleep. The couch is really uncomfortable.

For a minute, I think about sleeping in the bed.

It's a queen size, so it's not like we'll be spooning or anything.

No, I'm already on thin ice. I don't want to screw up things. 

I suffer on the couch.

Anything for my soul.