Prompt #1: "I'm not drunk, I s-swear."

Can this get anymore frustrating?

I swear I can count the number of times I had to take a deep breath and control my erratic breathing only to hyperventilate again. I pick on a loose thread on my knee-length silk gown to stop myself from falling asleep.

Someone clears their throat to the right of me and considering it is not the first time in the last half hour or so, it is most probably my mother with a scowl etched on her face.

I turn to face her and -- Ah! There it is -- an infuriated look is present on her glowing face(which explains why she was caught red-handed in my room this morning with my bronzer in her hand and gladly made her exit with a sheepish expression on her face) which is meant to intimidate me.

All it does is annoy me and I look at her with a noticeable pout on my face and give her my most innocent expression to convey my message.

"This is your cousin's wedding. Your only cousin," she hisses at me. "Behave."

I roll my eyes at her and say, "Okay, first off, she is not my only cousin. Dad's nephews are also my cousins the last time I checked. And, I have every right to sulk in my chair because I don't even like Rose, much less her to-be 'oh, look at me I am a danseur' husband." I finish with a terrible accent trying to imitate his elegant french one.

"Don't even try to justify yourself. A wedding is one of the best moments of a woman's life. The first being...."

I don't even bother listening to the rest of her sentence as I set my gaze towards the front of me to see Rose smiling from ear to ear at Albert who seems to be having the time of his life. Or maybe he is.

My brother elbows me and I turn to my left to find a smirk on his face.

"Lighten up, okay? Have fun. It's not like you have to sit here all day. Also, there's free food afterwards. How can you say no to that, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me in a teasing fashion which causes me to chuckle with him before giving him a low-five.

Vows are said. Rings are exchanged(which Albert seemed to have lost causing everyone to panic only to ease it out from his jacket pocket moments later and laughing along with his bride as if it was the best joke ever putting a grimace on my face and causing my brother to mutter a jesus under his breath) and the happily married couple seals the deal with a kiss on the lips causing the guests to applaud. Finally.

We find ourselves an hour later in a fancy hotel where the reception party is to take place brimming with guests sipping on expensive wine and devouring delicious French cuisine. I look around the room to see chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which is painted in ivory along with the walls creating a delightful atmosphere. How much money did that cost?

Having a wedding is one thing. But having a wedding in Florida in the middle of July with hundreds of guests invited to an overly extravagant hotel is another thing. It just adds to my annoyance. If you love someone, does it really matter where or how you tie the knot with him or her? This show-offy nature of people is one of the main reasons why I absolutely despise weddings. The more I stay here, the more I feel suffocation creep up on me.

I turn around to find the bar which seems inviting enough to ditch my chair situated in the corner of the room.

Have fun, right?

It's not like anyone's going to stop me from drinking here being a minor since they are pretty much out of their senses. I step towards the bar only to stop abruptly in my steps when I see the person I least expected to be here.

I notice his brunette hair first and then his protruding jawline from the angle I gawk at him. What I don't notice is the fact that he is slightly swaying, even though he is perched on a stool, until I am stood right next to him.

I try to gain his attention but his eyes are looking everywhere but at me. I slightly clear my throat but to no avail.

I full-on cough right at his face when he doesn't look at me. This seems to draw his attention completely to me as he turns to show me his beautiful green eyes making me gulp as his eyes widen.

He keeps looking at me from head to toe and I turn my gaze towards the almost empty bottle of liquor in his hand making me raise my brows at him.

Someone decided to have their fun already, huh?

He seems to catch on to the fact and shakes his head vigorously with still wide eyes.

"I'm not drunk, I s-swear." He stumbles over his words contradicting his statement as I smirk at him.

"Really? But I never insinuated you were," I say as I perch myself on the stool next to him and gently take the bottle from his grasp and take a sip from it as he just watches me.

This registers a little late with him as a protest comes after a moment of silence from him.

"Hey! That was mine," he slurs making me chuckle as I down the contents of the bottle in one go -- at least what was left of it -- and put it down with a thump on the counter.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" I ask him what I've been itching to ask ever since I saw a certain fellow high-schooler swaying in his seat drunk off his ass.

"I- I came here for the wedding of course." He shrugs.

I nod with an understanding look on my face. "Hmm. The wedding. Right, right. And whose wedding is it?"

He looks around not meeting my eyes. "A...relative of mine." Beckoning the bartender with a flick of his hand, he asks for a glass of water to sober himself.

"Really? Well, Albert's family lives in Paris and unfortunately I've met all of them. Unless you are a long lost cousin of mine, I Don't think you're invited here."

He scratches the back of his neck with a sheepish expression on his face. "But it's all good, right? Right?' he comes close to me to whisper the last part of his sentence as if to confirm if I'm on his side or not.

"Besides," he continues, "It's your sister's wedding. How could I miss it?" He grins at me to which I bite my lip to stop it from breaking into a smile.

"That was a wild guess, wasn't it?" I say with a straight face and he breaks out into a chuckle and nods his head like a small child.

He doesn't make your heart beat faster, no, he doesn--

He scoots his chair closer to me and his thigh brushes against mine and it seems as if my heart has stopped beating altogether.

"You look lovely tonight," he speaks in a hushed voice only for me to hear.

The normal thing would be to blush when your crush since middle school compliments you, right? Wrong. Because he isn't. Complimenting me, that is.

I scoff. "Bastard. I am not going to throw you out, relax. Don't feed me your lies."

I roll my eyes to which he throws his head back to drunkenly laugh at that. It's one of the many things I like about him. How he can charm his way into anything and everything.

But not with me. I've known him since first grade after all.

"I know you won't throw me out. You're too sweet for that." I glare at him jokingly to which his laughter halts. "Please don't throw me out. I haven't even eaten the chicken wings," his voice grows serious all of a sudden.

This time I'm the one to laugh heartily at his fear that I'd actually do that to him. He just smiles at me showing that he was just kidding.

"So you just gatecrashed a wedding because of no reason, whatsoever?" I raise my brows smiling at him.

"It's not like I had anything better to do on a Wednesday night. It was either free booze, free food or some spanish soap opera night with my mother," he visibly cringes at that. "You already know which one I chose."

"Fair enough. But it's not like it's any better here. I have grimaced at least fifty-nine times ever since I've been put into this gown and forced to attend this function." I finish with yet another grimace.

He seems to be in deep thought before he leans forward and looks straight into my eyes with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face.

"Wanna get out of here?'

And that was all it took to look around one last time at all the fancy guests scattered around before we were stumbling down the stairs, his one hand on the wall to steady himself and mine holding my gown while the others clasped together firmly as we laughed at our clumsiness, bolting past everyone to avoid being seen. At one point, someone actually did call out for me though, to which harry flipped the bird to them and we laughed some more.

"Did you bring your car," I asked him as I frantically looked around the parking lot.

"No, actually I draped a cape around myself and just took off in the air," he rolled his eyes at me to which I narrowed mine.

We finally reached his white Porsche and he searched for his keys.

"Woah, hashtag 'Not All Superheroes Wear A Cape'," I referred to him jokingly as I wolf-whistled at his car which seemed to save our day to flee this godawful wedding.

He chuckled and replied with, "Just get in the car."

I blocked his way as he unlocked the door to his driver's seat and opened my palm in front of his face. "Keys.."

He raised his eyebrows challengingly and smirked, "Uh, miss. I'm sorry to break it to you but this is my car and only I can drive it."

"Either you give me the keys, oh good sir, or I'm not getting inside."

We narrowed our eyes at each other before he sighed and placed the keys in my palm and grumbled his way to the passenger seat.

I grinned and got inside the car only to look at him watching me intently.

He placed his finger on my shoulder and tantalizingly slowly trailed it down until he reached the wrist of my hand and opened his mouth before I interrupted his charming ways.

"You're not getting the keys. Don't even try."

He bent forward and clutched his stomach as his boisterous laugh filled the atmosphere before I sped out of the parking lot.

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Prompt found in tumblr 'prompt-bank'.

Hi,everyone.
I haven't been able to update Jargon in soo long (which I will this month probably but I have to change the plot a bit and edit the chapters and I just don't get the inspiration) so here is a one-shot for y'all. This is my first time writing it so I'm sorry if it sucks.

But, nevertheless, hope you like it. Please comment and tap that star.

Enjoy!

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