The italics show a flashback to an hour before. You'll know what I mean when you get to that point.

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Memories – David Guetta, Kid Cudi (I'll let you know when to play it)

"So, who is coming over tonight?" I ask Harry, unpacking one of the shopping bags.

Harry is having a party tonight at his house, he said he was in the mood for getting drunk apparently. That is clear with the bag full of bottles of alcohol that Harry asked Angela to get.

"Niall, Cara, Zendaya, Hailee and Louis." Harry replies. He is standing with his ankles crossed and his back leaning against the kitchen counter. He's just watching me unpack the groceries, how helpful of him.

"No Margot?" I question, I don't really want her here but I know how Louis feels about her and I want him to be happy.

"No, I called Louis earlier to ask him if they both wanted to come. He asked Margot while he was still on the phone and she said something about wanting to watch Netflix, so he is coming by himself." Harry answers. I glance at him; I can't help but notice the way he is scanning my body slowly from head to toe.

"I wish Louis would just see how much of a bitch she is." I rant while sorting the groceries into piles. Food that needs to go into the fridge, cupboard food and alcohol. I think the biggest pile is the alcohol which is slightly concerning.

Harry stands straight and starts stalking towards me, "You know, you could actually help me put this shit away." I state, ignoring how he is standing behind me now.

"Or, we could both do something else..." He suggests, moving my hair over my shoulder before pressing his lips gently to my neck, putting his hands on my ribs.

"Harry! No—" I turn around and hold my hands on his shoulder to keep him at a distance. "Angela is still here! I'm still embarrassed from what happened earlier, poor woman deserves a raise after that!" I whisper-shout at Harry, trying to scold him but he only smirks at me.

I am sitting on the couch downstairs with my legs crossed underneath me, a mug of warm green tea resting in my lap and a book in my other hand. I'm reading the first Hunger Games book, it's already better than the movie.

I hear Harry's footsteps trailing down the stairs, "Hey baby."

I rest the book over my mouth, hiding my blushing cheeks. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. "Hi Harold." I reply.

Harry now stands in front of me, a pout on his face. "I want a better nickname."

I move the book away from my face, resting it open on my thigh so I don't lose my place. "I don't know, Harold seems fitting to me." I joke.

Harry leans so his face is inches away from my ear, "I bet I could get you to call me other names." He whispers seductively.

I ignore the way I want to clench my thighs together, "Oh, like Grandpa?" I reply jokingly, trying to wind him up.

He takes the mug of green tea and my book, placing them on the coffee table. "Not exactly what I was thinking." He teases. He pushes me so I am now laying on my back as he climbs over me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I don't know how he is so smooth with everything; I'm not complaining though.

It's been very difficult keeping our hands off of each other the past couple of days. Always touching in some sort of way, whether Harry has his hand on my thigh while we eat or constantly cuddling when we are in bed.

"You might have to beg, maybe then I'll call you something you might like." I tease back, moving my hands to slide under his shirt, rubbing up his back and feeling his soft skin while moving his body closer to mine in the process. His arms now under my shoulders.

"You'll be the one begging, angel." He presses his lips to my own, moving them together gently.

The kiss starts to heat up quickly, tongues delving into each other's mouths. I use my calves to move him so that his crotch is pressed against my own. Instantly, I feel pressure in exactly the right spot. I moan into Harry's mouth which spurs him to grind his hips against me.

The sound of the front door opening shocks us both, I push his shoulders with enough force to cause him to fall over and hit the floor back first with a thump.

"Uh—I'm sorry. I should have knocked!" Angela stammers, eyes scanning over the room like she doesn't know where to look.

"Fuck, I'm winded." Harry breathlessly groans from the floor.

I ignore him, "No, don't worry. It's fine. Do you need help with the grocery bags?" I ask, feeling my face burning from embarrassment.

"Yeah, sure." Angela replies, giving me a small smile. She makes her way out the door and into the garage.

I step over Harry's body, rushing to help Angela. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Harry groans from behind me, still lying on the floor. I laugh softly at his dramatics.

"That shit hurt, you should kiss it better..." He responds, leaning in to kiss me.

"Harry! Help me put these groceries away and then we can go upstairs, okay?" I bargain with him, still knowing that I won't do anything with him until I know Angela has left. Poor woman has been through enough for one day.

Harry takes a slow breath in, "Fine!" He whines like a child, throwing his head back.

I turn back around to face the groceries, a grin on my face. He's so cute.

We manage to put all of the groceries away with only a few inappropriate touches from Harry. I mean, the man somehow got his whole hand down my bra at one stage and pretended to take me from behind when I bent over to pick something up. But eventually we packed everything away. Angela left and Harry tried to start kissing my neck but I told him we needed to start preparing things for the party since it was only an hour until everyone was arriving. He didn't take it well, sulked at the dining room table until I made him a bowl of Cheerios.

I can't even act like I don't like how touchy he is with me; we just have stuff to do and I cannot survive more people walking in on us.

Everyone has arrived now; we are all sitting in the lounge area. The girls on the one couch and the guys on the couch in front of us.

I'm trying to ignore the nerves that I feel from the fact that the last time we did something like this with all of us, Liam happened. My hands are uncontrollably shaking slightly.

I am okay. Harry is here. Things are fine. I repeat in my head to loosen my nerves.

"Shot time!" Cara squeals, walking from the kitchen with a bottle of gin in her hands.

"We are having straight gin shots?" Hailee asks, cringing.

"Yes ma'am!" Cara yells excitedly, pouring the alcohol into the shot glasses that I placed in the middle of the table earlier.

We each take a shot glass and hold it out, "Here's to Alexa slapping Harry!" Niall cheers, everyone cheering in return. Harry lets out an offended 'hey' but everyone is too busy downing their shots to notice.

Cara starts making me down my drink with her while Niall does the same with Harry. I've had around four gin shots and downed three of my drinks by now, I'm feeling slightly tipsy.

Harry stares at me from where he is sitting, his eyes moving from my eyes, all the way to my shoes. He runs his hand through his hair and bites his bottom lip. I have an idea of what is running through that mind of his.

*PLAY SONG NOW*

The next song starts blasting through Harry's surround sound system, causing Cara to drag Niall to start dancing. Hailee and Zendaya hold hands, swaying their bodies to the music. Louis is just smiling to himself with his eyes closed, moving his head to the music. I stand up and walk to the other side where Harry is sat.

"Hey handsome!" I cheer. I sit down on his lap sideways with my arm over his shoulder.

"You're drunk." He giggles.

"I am not!" I frown, playing with his hair.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispers loudly, cupping his mouth on the wrong side.

I smile at him, leaning forward. "I'm drunk." He states at a normal tone.

I start laughing at him, "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Mmm, but now I'm even hornier—" I slap my hand over his mouth, looking around the room to make sure no one heard him.

He massages my thighs, staring at my lips. I need to distract him before he starts feeling up my boob in front of everyone.

"I can hear you, dick." Louis states on the other side of the couch. His eyes still closed as he enjoys the music.

I stand up, grabbing Harry's hand to try and force him to stand but he stays sitting. "I can't stand, I have a bit of a problem." He hints, looking down at his crotch.

I smack his shoulder playfully, "Harry, please!"

"Not m' fault you're beautiful." He slurs, tilting his head to the side, scanning my body for the—I've lost count actually.

I drag Louis with me to where everyone else is dancing. I look at Cara who has her arms on Niall's shoulders, both of them smiling deeply at each other. Hailee now has her hands on Zendaya's hips, their fronts pressed together. It looks more than how you would dance with a friend but maybe I'm over thinking it. Louis has a bottle of whiskey in his hand, waving it around in the air as he dances uncoordinatedly.

I feel a hand slip around my waist from behind me, I look down and identify from the rings and cross tattoo that it is in fact Harry. He moves his hand to my stomach, pressing my back to his front. I put my hands on top of Harry's and start moving my hips so I brush against his crotch.

It won't hurt to tease him a little right?

"I will take you into the kitchen right now if you don't stop teasing me Lexi." Harry huskily whispers into my ear.

"You'll have to catch me first." Harry doesn't have time to reply before I am running towards the kitchen.

I run as fast as I can through the lounge, sliding in between dancing bodies. Slamming the kitchen door open with my palm, I run until I am on the other side of the glass table. Harry runs in close behind me, sliding on his feet to try and stop himself but unfortunately his drunk self isn't as coordinated as what he would normally be. His feet fly up from under him, landing on his back.

"Why the fuck do I keep ending up winded on my back today?" He groans, closing his eyes. 

I start giggling, my hand over my mouth. Harry just stays on his back, overreacting as usual. I walk over to him and begin straddling his waist. His eyes open immediately, he sits up slightly and leans on his elbows. "Well, that got you up." I joke, running my hands on his shoulders.

"Kiss me."

And I do. I hold his face, kissing him, trying to pour every ounce of adoration I have for him through the kiss. He tastes like whiskey and mint, always perfect. The kiss lasts for less than a minute before the kitchen door crashes open again. Harry and I turn to look who has entered the kitchen.

Niall is walking backwards; Cara has her arms wrapped around his shoulder. They are kissing. Harry and I stay silent, both of us not really knowing what to say. It's a shock but not a shock at the same time. Harry and I are hidden by the table and they are too busy making out to see us.

Niall's back reaches the glass table, he puts his hands on Cara's waist, breaking the kiss as he turns her body around so her back is touching the table. And that's when he notices us.

"Fuckin' hell!" He yells, shock written across his face.

"Fancy meeting you two here." Harry jokes, lifting his eyebrow as he tries to keep a straight face.

"We were—we were uh... We wanted some fruit!" Cara exclaims, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl on the table.

"It looked like you wanted Niall's banana more." I joke, causing Harry to start laughing loudly. Niall looks like he's seen a ghost and Cara is still holding the banana in the air like a weapon.

"What are you two doing then?" Niall asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

That's when I realise that I'm still straddling Harry. I stand up, brushing down my pants. "Harry fell." I blurt like that would make sense why I was sitting on him.

Louis comes stumbling through the kitchen door now, "Ahh, this is where everyone is. Oh, wait..." He stops walking, looking at each of us. "Were you guys going to have a four-some?"

"No!" Cara, Niall and I yell at the same time. Harry shrugs his shoulders causing me to slap his shoulder.

Everyone left after that, not another word was mentioned about what was seen in the kitchen by anyone. I changed into some cycling shorts and one of Harry's t-shirts, thankful to be going to bed after what felt like a very eventful day. Harry got undressed and left his underwear on, not after almost falling over three times while taking his jeans off. I've sobered up now but poor Harry is still a bit on the drunk side.

I climb into our usual sides of the bed; I give a sigh of relief when my head hits the pillow. It's been a good day. We've been having a lot of those recently, something I could definitely get used to. Harry cuddles up behind me, "I feel safe with you, like nothing bad could happen." he murmurs, half asleep and half drunk.

"Let's just hope it stays that way Harry."

Authors note:

Besties, we have reached 7K reads and it still doesn't feel real to me. Thank you to every single one of you. You mean the world to me.

Hope you are all treating yourselves with kindness and drinking and eating enough.

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜