A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first One Direction fanfiction...I know this isn't very good and it's really weird but I was bored and needed something to write and I'm really into them right now. I'm more about the bromances and slashes but this came out instead. Please no hateful comments. I know it isn't that good, but if you have any positive things to say it would be greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Direction I just own the plot.

I knew who he was the second I saw his perfect curls and large emerald eyes. I made my way over to the bar, where he sat, downing his drink. I wasn't going to make a move, thinking he wouldn't give me the time of day. So, I ordered my drink and sat quietly. I soon felt his eyes on me but I ignored him, which seemed to surprise him. That's when he made his move. "Just vodka?" He asked, scooting closer to me.

"It's all I need." I said, downing another shot.

"Let me buy you the next round." He offered.

I looked at him, thinking about it. "Thanks."

"So, what's your name?" He asked after a few more shots.

"Melanie." I said shaking my hand out for him to shake.

His hands were soft and warm. I felt like I was melting into them. "I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He winked.

"Yeah. I know who you are Mr. One Direction." I smirked.

"And you didn't introduce yourself sooner?"

"You're surprised a girl didn't automatically throw herself at you and go complete fan girl?"

"Actually, yes."

"Well, I figured you wanted your space and I just came to drink."

"Does that mean you don't think I'm sexy of fan girl worthy?"

"Oh don't worry your curly little head. You are very attractive." I said ruffling his curls.

We talked and drank for a few more hours and at around two in the morning I decided it was time to call it a night. "Well, Styles, I think it's time for me to get going." I said standing up from the bar stool.

"Aw, you're leaving me?" He pouted.

"Sorry, but it's two a.m. and I have things to do in the morning."

"At least let me walk you home."

"I don't live here remember? How drunk are you?" I giggled.

"Then let me walk you back to your hotel."

"Fine." I smiled.

When we arrived at my hotel, Harry screamed with excitement.

"What?" I asked looking at him weirdly.

"I'm staying here too!"

"What a coincidence."

"What floor are you on?"

"The fifth."

"Me too!"

This was too good to be true. I could feel Harry's eyes on me during the elevator ride to our floor. "What are you looking at?" I finally asked after a few moments.

"You." He said moving closer to me, pinning me to the wall of the elevator.

My breathing hitched, realizing just how close he was to me. "What are you-" He put his lips to mine, silencing me. I stood still, unsure if I should respond. Soon Harry was becoming frustrated and more forceful. I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing back with equal force.

We parted when the doors opened and stepped out of the elevator, slightly panting. He took my hand and led me down the hall to his room. I knew where this was headed but I was too drunk to care. Even though I was a virgin, being drunk and horny numbed any pain. It was honestly the best night of my life.