Gaby's POV

It all happened so fast. What seemed like just seconds ago we were at the hottest bar in New York City and he, once again, got me drunk, despite the fact that I was only 16. I couldn't understand how I let this happen. 92 percent of the time I was a parent's dream- good grades, didn't break the law, a virgin of course, and an all around goody two shoes, I rarely even swore! But every once in a while the other 8 percent took over and it was all too easy for Harry to coax me into doing something naughty.

He was sitting on his bed, leaning his back against the headboard and I straddled his lap. I pressed my chest to his and he continued to move his lips in time with mine. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. Every time he moved his hand, a shiver ran down my spine. He was too perfect.

Eventually, his hand traced underneath the hem of my short skirt. So, being me- not quite drunk enough to be easy- I moved his hand back to rest on my knee, without breaking our kiss. But I could feel his lips beginning to hesitate against mine until they slowly pulled away, forming into a frown.

"Gaby." He spoke, his tone serious.

"Harry." I cleared my throat.

"Why not?"

I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of a real reason. He knew I wanted him. I knew I wanted him. Honestly, why not?

"So, come on..." He whined, his hand trailing up my inner thigh once again. His touch did things to me that I didn't even know how to explain. Every part of me wanted every part of him, and I couldn't breathe as I watched his hand move further up.

"I just... I need a minute." I finally was able to mutter. Quickly, I stood and walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat on the floor, watching the room spin around me. This decision would be so much easier if the alcohol wasn't fogging my mind. I couldn't imagine facing Harry right now.

In my heart, I wanted to do it. I wanted to go out there and be the sexy goddess that I know he wanted to see. I wanted to impress him, and deserve him, and make him happy. I knew I was only nervous because it'd be my first time. And let's be honest- who wouldn't want their first time to be with Harry freaking Styles, am I right?

But something in my mind was just telling me that I couldn't do it. It would be wrong. I'm only 16. I'd embarrass myself. I'd do something wrong. I'd get pregnant. Something bad would happen. Girls like me don't get away with things like this.

Everything was turning slowly and I felt myself burning up. I took a deep breath in the quiet and listened to myself breathing in an attempt to calm down. And just like that, the choice was made. My life was amazing right now, I thought. I didn't have school, I was in New York City, on a tour with my seven favorite people, and a sexually frustrated Harry Styles was waiting for me in bed. Why was I focusing on the bad when so many lovely things were happening around me?

I stood up and without skipping a beat, opened the door. Harry's eyes were on me now, and he hadn't moved since I left.

"This is happening." I told him, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

"Are you serious? Don't fuck with me. I don't want you to do this, if you don't want to."

"Don't listen to what I said before." I told him, climbing back up on the bed. "I was just being paranoid."

"So this is really happening?" He asked to confirm, and I could hear the underlying excitement in his voice.

"Yes. Right now. Before I change my mind."

"Hell yeah." He smirked, pulling me back to my previous position. "You won't regret this, Gaby." He whispered in my ear before continuing where he'd left off. I tried my hardest not to resist the joy he brought me, but the effort soon became unnecessary because, though adrenaline rushed through me nonstop, he made me feel so comfortable.

And that's when the door was pushed open from the opposite side, and Louis casually strolled in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you two busy?" He wondered out loud, sarcasm in his tone and a smile on his face.

"God dammit, Lou. Really?" Harry sighed, his head falling back in frustration.

"Did I ruin the mood?" He laughed, his eyebrows raising suggestively. Meanwhile, my entire body was beat red, and my arms were crossed over my nearly bare chest.

"Go away." Harry threw a pillow in his direction. "Seriously, there will be payback for this."

"Fine, fine." He laughed, throwing the pillow back at him. "Don't disappoint Harry though, Gabs. He's been waiting for this." Louis winked, making my cheeks even brighter.

"Don't worry," I yelled back at him as he headed toward the door, "I won't. When he tells you about it tomorrow, you'll be demanding more from Eleanor." I hoped he didn't see through my liquid confidence. I could tell Harry didn't because he seemed either shocked or intimidated.

I waited until I heard the soft noise of the door closing before turning my full attention back to the curly haired angel under me.

"Were you being serious with Lou just now?" He asked between kisses.

"I guess you're going to find out." I winked, then my kisses trailed across his jaw, and down his neck.

I let my hands move up his toned stomach, and bought his shirt up with me. He was wearing a gray V neck, and honestly, I hoped the paparazzi got pictures. Other fans deserved to see how hot he was in that shirt.

The night progressed perfectly. So much better than I'd ever imagined. My blood stopped and I became breathless at his every movement.