Lost Love [H.S]

thirty two

1 January 2021

Harry and I were the first ones to leave the club.

Minutes into the New Year we were rushing over to the booth where our friends had remained and telling them we were heading home.

They said they'd get a taxi and to text them when we got home safe.

Harry hadn't had much to drink, he knows I won't get into a taxi so didn't drink much to stay below the limit to drive.

He's aware that my mum and brother's girlfriend were drunk when they crashed and killed my family members, it's a tough topic for me and he knows.

Niall got up from the booth to give me a hug, kissing my cheek before Harry and I were rushing out of the entrance of the club and towards his car that was parked down the street.

He opens the door for me, closing it once I'm in the passenger seat and pulling the seat belt over my body while he rushes around the car to jump in beside me.

Before he starts the car, he reaches into the door pocket and hands me a water bottle. "You gotta drink all this if you want anything to happen, need you to sober up a bit."

I nod, retrieving it from him and unscrewing the cap to begin gulping it down. He chuckles at how fast I start drinking, beginning to drive down the roads towards our home.

We aren't too far, only about twenty minutes so I should be able to hold myself together until then. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

Why the fuck is he trying to make casual conversation with me right now? Does he not realise I am dripping wet for him and dizzy from the alcohol I've been drinking?

"Mhm." I nod, sipping my water now because gulping it down was starting to make me feel nauseous.

I watch his side profile, a smile taking over his face so his dimple pops. "Cat got your tongue, Ads?"

Again, I hum a noise which makes Harry's brows raise amused by the fact I'm suddenly not talking to him.

"Gonna give me some words, I can't touch you if you don't speak." I scowl at him, his fingers tapping against the inside of my thigh as they slowly crawl up under my dress.

His knuckles brush against my nerves over the thin fabric that covers me, my body jolts and I spill my water all over myself which makes Harry laugh.

"Harry!" I shriek, my thighs covered in cold water.

"Relax, let me take care of you." He murmurs softly, moving his hand out from under my dress to take the half drunk water bottle away from me.