Temptation ➳ Harry Styles AU

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Niall's POV

I washed my blood-stained mouth with vodka, I felt a tad bit dizzy from all the

alcohol I've consumed. My throat burned as I gulped the clear substance, and

with every shot I took only one person haunted my mind. I knew deep inside that

I was hurt and I felt like the whole world was ending, but I felt physically

numb. Like I switched my feelings off permanently. Wish it always felt like

that.

I felt soft hands wrap around my neck and the touch of her mouth burned my lips

as she kissed me. I didn't care if my lips bled again, even if my whole body

bled, I'd never care. The pain Diana caused crushed every bit of me and I had

nothing left.

I grabbed the girl's waist and brought her up the counter, she slowly pushed her

breasts on my chest as the kiss got more intense. She tilted her head so I could

reach her neck and I swear she whispered something, but the music was too loud

for me to understand. I didn't care about the other people around us, the

bartender, the dancers, not even the bouncers lurking around. I was feeling

lustful and shattered at the same time.

As she left a trail of kisses along my neck, I gulped on another bottle of

vodka, my body heating up and I sweated like I just ran a million miles.

"You wanna get out of here?" I whispered, but I knew her answer would be yes

anyway.

Her fiery red lips smirked at me as she jumped off the counter, pulling me

towards the exit.

My head throbbed in pain with every step that I took, I was feeling nauseous and

I might not even make it to my car without vomiting on her tight black dress.

I stopped on the sidewalk and forced my throat to swallow what was about to come

out, I bent down and shook my head.

"Hey, are you alright?" The girl asked, taking a step back.

"No, I'm not. The love of my life just fucking broke my heart and I don't know

what to do!!" I shouted and coughed, making my head throb harder.

She took a few more steps back, about to run away from me. She probably thought

I was completely mental. I looked at her, and she did run away. My gaze got

blurry and my head spun like I was riding a roller coaster.

She poured salt on the middle of my chest, her half-naked body on top of me as I

let her work her magic. She brushed my hair with her fingertips, wiping of the

sweat on my forehead. "You ready?"

She grabbed the small shot glass and poured the substance, and quickly gulped

with her eyes closed. She placed the glass on the table beside us and she

pressed her body on me, her tongue licking the salt off my chest. I moaned as