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HARRYS POV
It all started at one of those college parties you hear about. You know red cups filled with a strange liquid, strangers making out in every place possible and music going through you. Everyone around me was overridden by alcohol. Including the 'Jock' of our year Louis Tomlinson, who was currently walking over to me
"Styles." He called over to me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the corridor , weaving in and out of the smitten couples.
"The fuck Louis?" I said, in a haze as he lead me into a cold smelly bathroom. I hardly know him. Well I do obviously but not personally. "Kiss me slut." He slurred. Oh shit. "Your drunk Louis." I said over the music pounding still through the door.
He leaned in grabbing my curls into his fists. His lips tasted so good I forgot I was kissing the straight, popular, football player Louis Tomlinson. I placed my hand on the small of his back, enjoying his taste. He bit my lip drawing a slight bit of blood after a while. I pulled away gasping for air. I smiled and looked up to Louis.
His eyes were big and his smirk had fallen. His cheeks were red and I think he had hit back to reality.
"Fuck." He whispered.
"I'm sorry Louis you came on to me and" I said, trembling on my words slightly.
"Get out, quick Styles." He breathed. I followed his orders and slipped out the bathroom, trying to find the only person I knew properly in this place, Lauren.
I walked down the hall, glancing at everyone trying to find the familiar face. I saw her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, but she was with a guy. A guy I didn't know. I decided to let her have some space so I walked back down the corridor to a small bedroom. I walked in and found a key in the door, so I locked myself in.
I lied on top of the blue sheets staring at the ceiling. I hope Louis doesn't remember anything tomorrow or he is going to fucking kill me. I didn't really do anything but he has the power to say anything and everyone would believe him.
I heard a loud bang at the door and a recognizable voice. I smiled at Lauren appearance and unlocked the door, motioning her to come in. She jumped on the bed and smiled. "Well then.. any cute guys you snogged then?" I jumped on the bed next to her. "Just Louis Tomlinson." I say, trailing the end off.
"WHAT! LOUIS TOMLINSON THE FOOTBALLER PLAYER? NUMBER 28 AM I RIGHT?" She screamed.
"Yeah I don't even know what happened he came onto me and he was clearly drunk and." I started crying. She cuddled into me, caressing my curls.
"It's okay Harry. We'll talk in the morning yeah?" She cooed.
"Sure." I said wiping my tears, slowly closing my eyelids.