Nora Dodson is a "fast-talking, F-bomb-dropping, born-and-bred New Yorker". Harry Styles is no longer a member of One Direction. He's lovely, kind and a very odd young man, though he's entirely unhappy in his relationship. But then he meets Nora an...
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Harry eyes me warily as Sydney calls for another round of shots. I pinch his side playfully and kiss his neck. "If you're gonna hang out with us, baby, you gotta keep up."
"Your friends have terrifying tolerances."
"We've all been drinking since we were, like, fifteen!" I hand him the newly poured shot and I put mine to my lips. We throw our heads back, and Harry's a few seconds behind everyone, but he still gets it down.
"Goodness...gracious." He says, puckering his lips. I turn my body around to face him.
"I'm glad you're here." He leans down and kisses me, his tongue is soft as it lightly touches my own.
"I'm glad I'm here too." Emma's the first one who sees Dylan and our friend Remi approach us and she shrieks before jumping on both of them. I gave Harry a semi-warning about his presence tonight, but I wasn't sure if he was going to actually show up. The girls each greeted him with happy smiles and I waited behind, while Harry's hand laid comfortably on my upper bum. When it was my turn, I hugged him and I felt his breath against my neck.
"Hi Nora..."
"Hi Dyl." I smile back at him. Harry reaches his hand out and shakes Dylan's.
