Louis' POV:
I could see them all pair up as the clock's arms moved oh-so-close to the big number. I'm talking about twelve, you fools. Liam moved closer to the hot goddess whom he had the pleasure to call his girlfriend, Danielle. Niall was in the couch, cozying up to a cute red haired girl who I don't even know. Zayn was awfully wasted and was grinding against one of the plastic girls, friends of Marissa. (Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you don't know who Marissa is…I'll tell you later, loves) and Emma was resting seductively and inviting against a door frame, and Harry grabbing her by the waist pulling her closer.
I sat there, in the kitchen counter when the clock stroke 11:56
"Hello, Boo Bear" a familiar voice said from behind. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
"Hi Marissa" I said with a monotone, not even bothering to look at her and gulped down a shot of tequila down my throat.
"I've missed you" She said and placed herself between my legs, tugging my shirt and pulling me close, giggling.
"You're drunk" I rolled my eyes as her vodka breath went up my nostrils.
"Oh yes…And you are too" She nodded slowly and swallowed harshly "Just like the old days" She chuckled
"I'm not that much" I confessed and looked at my watch. 11:58
"We had such a great time together" She flipped her bleached hair over her shoulder and roamed her hands trough my chest "You were the best I've ever had"
"We had fun, indeed" I nodded and backed off "But you cut me out quite violently, if I recall"
"Oh, I made a mistake Boo Bear" She said pulling me close once again
"I have a girlfriend now" I mumbled
"You don't love her, you have your eyes set on her" She glanced at Emma, who was now being attacked with small kisses by Harry "I've seen you, staring at her"
"Shut it" I hissed
"I can help you get her"
"I don't want to" I croaked and drank my second shot
"Oh, but you do" She giggled "Or at least I can help you get over it" She winked
The whole room fell silent and they started the countdown.
"TEN…NINE"
"How exactly?" I asked
"EIGHT….SEVEN"
"You know how" She flashed me a cheeky smile as I gulped down the third shot
"SIX….FIVE"
"Come on Lou, you know you want to"
"FOUR….THREE"
I turned around and saw Harry kissing Emma's neck and moving towards her lips
"TWO…."
"Deal" I said
"ONE"
Marissa pulled me closer and crashed her filthy vodka tasting lips on mine as everyone cheered in the background. "HAPPY NEW YEAR"
A very drunk Zayn started whooping and yelling "I'm getting laid tonight!" the girl on his arms laughed and stumbled around along with him.
"And you Boo Bear, are too" Marissa whispered huskily in my ear
Harry's POV:
I had a hard time behaving myself and not getting wasted, I recon. I had to, well, not had to, but I wanted to stay sober tonight. This was the first night of our relationship and I couldn't forget it, I just couldn't. Oh yes, I did drink, I drank enough to get me all hyped up and merry. Emma, on the other hand, is a terrible drinker. She had two martinis and a big glass of OJ with Vodka and she was almost all over the floor and yapping nonsense.
"I want to go home" She hiccupped in my ear around three in the morning and clung herself to my neck, her high heels hanging from her hands.
"Hop in" I said and turned around, positioning myself so she could get on and piggy-back-ride. She managed to get on my back, wrapped her legs around my waist and rested her head on the back of mine after planting a soft kiss on my neck.
"I'll come tomorrow and help you clean up" I muttered to Zayn who was obviously too busy with a hot blonde in the couch and wasn't paying too much attention. To my surprise he raised his thumb and I walked out the door.
I placed Emma carefully in the copilot's seat and jogged quickly to the driver's.
"Where are we going?" She giggled
"I'm dropping you off at your place" I smiled and turned on the engine.
20 minutes later I was already placing her gently on her bed and walking to the door.
"Harry" She groaned
"Yes, love?" I turned around on my heels
"Stay with me" She whispered and pat the empty place next to her in her bed.
I walked closer, sat down, and then she grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me on top of her. She giggled and kissed me as I hovered, balancing my weight in my arms so I wouldn't crush her.
"I like you" She giggled
"You're a terrible drinker, sweetie" I smiled and kissed her
"I know" she mumbled to my lips and deepened the kiss. I parted my lips as she granted entrance, starting a fight between our tongues which none of us won. Or actually, we both won. She rolled over so she was now on top and started kissing my neck, tugging my shirt trying to set it free. I felt every inch of my body heat up. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her aside; she groaned and looked at me frowning.
"What?" She complained
"You're drunk" I said and got up, grabbing my blazer that I had left in the armchair in the corner.
"So?" She sat up disappointed
"I'll call you when I wake up, ok?" I said and kissed her on her forehead before leaving the apartment.
What had gotten into me, I still don't know, but this was definitely new. Harry Styles denying drunk sex? I'll be waiting for my prize, thank you.
Louis' POV:
I woke up with a harsh headache and intense pain in my stomach. Ugh, I hated being hangover. I turned around and winced in pain, grunting and cursing under my breath. I felt hot hands roaming trough my back and turned around slowly.
"Hello" Marissa said without opening her eyes and sitting up.
Shit, she's in her underwear
"Erm…Hi" I mumbled
"You don't remember last night, do you?" She laughed and started getting dressed at the foot of my bed
I shook my head "Well, let's say you've gotten better over the years Boo Bear" She winked
Shitty shit, we had sex
"How…exactly did we…?"
"Ohh, you want details" She turned around putting her shirt on
"No… I want to know how we got… here" I glanced around and found myself in my room.
Shitty shit shit, she knows where I live now.
"Cab" She glanced outside "Made out all the way here" She smirked
"Why?" I closed my eyes trying to remember
"I was helping you get over that pretty girl" She said and grabbed her purse "Don't care if you actually did, last night was THE night, where did you learn that shit?" She gave me a cheeky smile and I froze staring at her
"Well, if you feel like forgetting something again, call me" She winked and strutted out the door. Fuckity fuck fuck.
I owe you all an explanation, right? I'm sorry, is just nobody knows what happened between me and her, only Liam who walked on us once. Never been that embarrassed in my whole life.
Well, a long time ago, when we came to London after the X-factor, the boys and I moved to a group of four flats, two on one side and two on the other. Harry lived with me because he wasn't old enough to be alone, so I was his "Guardian" or something. He was the first to leave as soon as he turned 18. The second one out was Zayn, and that's where Marissa comes in.
He sold it to her and well, she was extremely hot and she was actually nice back then, so one day I invited her to my apartment and we "accidentally" started making out. She didn't want a relationship, she was sick of them, she only wanted to have fun so she suggested the term "Friends with benefits" or "Fuck buddies", and being the weak person I am, I agreed. After 8 months, she said she couldn't do this anymore, and that we had to stop and stuff and cut me out before she moved to her friend's apartment. I met Eleanor, we got together, blah, blah, blah, I got many texts from Marissa saying she was sorry and she wanted to do it again, blah, blah, blah, I ignored her and we never heard of each other again, until yesterday.
I was drunk, I was jealous of Harry, I was confused with Emma, I was hurt because of how things are turning out with Eleanor and I was completely weak at that moment, please don't judge me.
I got up and walked to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water and sighed. I'm so screwed.