I wake up to an urgent knock on my hotel room door. "El?" I get no response and I guess she's sleeping in Louis' room again and needs me to open the door for her. Typical. I huff angrily and get out of my warm bed. She's lucky I love her. I yank my door open to be greeted by a very drunk Harry. "Harry what are you doing here?" I pull my drunken friend into the room and gently close the door. "Just came ter say hai." Harry waves his hand And stumbles around on his feet. I guide him over to my bed and he falls down before giggling and sitting up. "Harry are you crazy? You can't even drink in America yet! You're not 21." Harry giggles somemore and looks at his thumb. "My thumb is big." He bursts out into a fit of laughter. I sigh and stand in front of Harry. "You have a show tomorrow Harry. You were doing so well at the carnival today too. I thought I would keep you out of trouble." I raise his arms up and begin to undress him. "Someone wants to get freaky wit me." Harry winks at me and I laugh. "No Styles, Im not letting you wake Liam, you're sleeping in here." I begin to unbutton his pants and he swats my hands away. "I can do it imma big boy." I laugh at Harry in his state and reposition him so he's laying down. "Night Harry." "But Kiiiiiiiiiiim I'm not even tired!" Harry starts to whine and I cover his mouth with my hands. "What is it going to take to get you to go to bed?" Harry smiles sweetly at me. "A kiss." "Fine." I kiss Harry on his forehead. "Now bed." Harry shakes his head quickly back and forth. "No righttttttttt here." Harry points to his lips an I cringe. "That's not a good idea Harry." "But I want you to kiss me on me lips." I roll my eyes. "You're drunk Harold." "You're going to have to do it anyways. This way you can practice so it won't be so awkswsrdsmds." I look at Harry in confusion. "Harry your words are all slurred. What was the last word you said." Harry lets out a huff. "Just kiss me pwease." Harry bats his eyelashes and I sigh. I was going to have to do this eventually. Plus he may not even remember in the morning judging by his current state. "Fine Styles. One LITTLE kiss." Harry grins and sits up. I lean in to give him a little peck but he grabs my face and holds it there once our lips connect .
His lips are soft yet firm. I begin to kiss him back. Hell with it, he won't even remember this. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He licks my bottom lip and I eagerly allow him access. Our tongues are massaging each other and his quickly wins dominance. His mouth tastes like cherry vodka and I savor it.
So this is what my life has come to. Me making out with my drunk best friend who also happens to be my fake boyfriend. When did my life get so awkward and complicated.
I breathlessly pull away and I rest my forehead on his. I open my eyes to see they're met with a brilliant pair of green ones. I smooth his hair back and he smirks. His voice sounds surprisingly sober when he lets out a coherent "Gotcha."
A/N: Cliffhanger whoops! Anyways, check out my new story Million Dollar Secrets if you want :) It's tons of fun to write and it's pretty different from this one. Different in a good way! Lol I'm so awkward bye.