One Way or Another

Drunks Tell All

Harry's POV

"Oh come on, Harry! It'll be fun!" Ashton begs as he drives me and Calum to this club that he has been talking about all day. Apparently they don't I.D so Ashton spends multiple long nights here. He talked me into going since Luke and Michael are both busy tonight. 

"I don't know." I groan, "It's not really my thing."

Calum turns in his seat to look at me in the backseat. He states, "It'll be fun. You can drink as much as you want! Plus, there will probably be some lonely people looking for a night with an omega." I roll my eyes, "Oh come on! Get laid, Harry!"

"Whatever." I cross my arms and look out the window. 

"Oh," Ashton suddenly says, "And on the seat next to you should be an extra shirt. Put that on."

I scoff, "I'm not going to wear your shirt!"

Ashton argues, "It's not my shirt! It's Luke's! He said it wasn't slutty enough for him." I still hesitate. "You're not going in there dressed like a school boy."

Giving up, I turn myself away from them and wrestle off my own shirt and put on the other. This shirt was completely mesh but the part around the nipples was covered by a dark fabric. 

Once Ashton parks the car, we all get out. Calum gives me a once over before suddenly yanking the waistband of my skirt so far up my waist that I'm not even sure if my ass is out. I slap his hands off and follow Ashton into the loud club.

Music blares in my ears as I attempt to follow Ashton through the crowd. He finally makes it to the bar and orders for us. 

Calum pulls Ashton out to the dance floor as I stand against the bar, taking tiny sips of the nasty drink I was given. I watch Calum and Ashton dance for a minute before I get bored. I set the drink down and wander toward the side of the room. There are some booths along the wall, most are full of groups of people. 

Then one catches my eye. A boy, older than me but definitely an omega, was pulling on an alphas hand. He was attempting to get the man to stand up and get out of the booth. But the alpha is constantly refusing to stand up. 

But that's not what catches my eye. I stop immediately in front of the booth when I realize it's a shit-face drunk Mr. Horan. 

"Mr. Horan?" I say over the music.

He looks at me and stands up, "Harry! Hey, what are you doing here?" He's smiling energetically as he grabs my shoulders, bouncing slightly.

"Uh," I glance at the boy with him, "I'm just here with some friends."

The boy comes up to us and puts his hands on Mr. Horan's waist. He smiles at me, "I'm Zayn," Mr. Horan turns to Zayn and tries to kiss him. Zayn moves his head as he avoids Mr. Horan's lips and he talks to me. "Are you the one that wrote the article?"

I nod, "Yeah! Thank you so much for reading it! It means a lot!"

Mr. Horan suddenly leans to one side, pulling Zayn with him. I hurry to grab my teacher before he makes both of them collapse. Zayn throws the drunk alpha a glare before telling me, "Hey, it was nice meeting you but I should get him home."

"Yeah," I say right as Mr. Horan collapses backward. Zayn sighs and looks at the man on the floor. I giggle, "You need help?"

Me and Zayn basically carry Mr. Horan out to their car. Zayn leans the man against me as he unlocks the car. When we get the alpha inside, Zayn glances at the way my arms immediately wrap around my torso, covering my bare skin. I yank at the bottom of my skirt, feeling it be too short.