Summer Love *Harry Styles Love Story*

Marissa is determined to have the most amazing summer ever. Her family, along with her cousin, Louis Tomlinson's family go up to a lake house every summer. This year, Louis brings his four best mates. There's just one problem. Marissa can't stand Harry. And the feeling is mutual.


11. Party (Part 2)

Marissa's POV

The moment I stepped out of the car a grin grew on my face. I was so excited! I literally wait all year untill this party! It was early, about 8:30, so the party wasn't fully on yet.

We walked up the driveway feeling the music practically shaking the ground. Stan opened the door with a huge smile on his face. "Louis! Marissa!" He exclaimed pulling the both of us into a hug. "Hey Stan!" I giggled trying to wriggle out of his tight grip. I was surprised he wasn't drunk yet, he likes his alcohol and usually he'd be gone by now.

"I'm glad you guys could make it!" He smiled moving aside to let us in. The music was pulsing, a techno beat with a thumping bass line, vibrating the walls and floor.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world!" I shouted over the music. He laughed and then broke into a conversation with Louis.

I walked into the kitchen craving something to make my head buzz. I grabbed a red plastic cup and poured a dark purplish liquid in it. I turned around bumping right into someones chest.

"Oh i'm sorry!" I exclaimed. His deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. "Oh, hey Harry." I smiled. He grinned getting himself a cup of the purple liquid that smelled like it would make you wasted after one sip. I bit my lip my eyes traveling over his body. His white T-shirt clung to his torso and his navy blue signature blazer looked amazing. Not to mention his ass looked pretty nice in his tan colored jeans.

"Checkin me out?" He asked cheekily a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes a light blush forming on my cheeks.


"Sure, what do you call it then?" He smirked.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed feeling my cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. He chuckled. "It's alright, I know i'm hot."

"Does this conversation remind you of anything?" I smirked.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and shook his head.

"This was practically the same exact conversation we had two years ago the first time we met. I've hated you ever since." I explained.

"Oh yeah," He laughed. "But this time your not gonna slap me, right?" He asked his expression suddenly turning serious. I giggled and shook my head. "I'm not going to slap you."

"Okay good, I was kinda scared for a minute there."

Harry reached out to touch my curly hair. "We match!" He exclaimed pulling a strand of my hair up to his curly hair. I giggled and nodded. "Yeah."

We continued talking, refilling our cups multiple times.

6 cups of that purple stuff later...

"Wanna dance?" Harry slurred dropping his cup on the counter. I smiled and nodded placing cup next to his. He held out his hand for me to take and lead me to the dance floor. It was pretty obvious the both of us were extremley drunk and probably won't remember this in the morning.

"You really do look amazing." He whispered huskily in my ear as he placed his hands on my hips. This boy really likes to make me blush...

"Thanks," I smiled looking up into his sparkling green eyes. "You look pretty hot too." I giggled.

"Oh really? Earlier you refused to agree with that statement." I rolled my eyes. "Just shut up and dance with me, Styles." He shrugged turning me around so my back was pressed to his chest. He gripped my waist tightly, grinding his hips into mine to the thumping beat of the music.

I saw Louis and Niall talking to a group of girls in the corner of the room smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to grind with Harry.

I gasped feeling Harry's hot breath on my neck. He kissed up my neck, to my jaw and then back down searching for my sweet spot. I breathed heavily his name slipping my mouth every once in a while.  

He kissed up to my jaw before turning me around in his arms and smashing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck playing with the curls at the back of his head. He bit my lower lip rather roughly and I was too drunk to care, so I immediatley let him in.

Our tongues fought for dominance, him winning in the end. He gripped my waist tighter pushing me backwards until I hit the wall.

I smiled into the kiss my fingers tugging at his curls. A growl escaped his lips forcing me more into the wall. His hands roamed my body freely squeezing my thighs every once in a while. I felt him smirk into the kiss as I continued to play with his hair.


I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind and hot breath on my neck. I had left to refill my drink while Harry was talking to a couple other guys.

"You left me." He growled nibbling on my earlobe.

I giggled loving the sensation I felt hearing his husky British accent ringing in my ears. "Sorry," I said turning to face him. "I needed another drink."

He smirked lifting me up onto the counter. I squealed as he set me down placing his huge hands on my knees. Harry leaned up roughly kissing me moving to stand between my legs.

Louis's POV

"Is Marissa taken? She's hot." A drunken Stan asked me. I rolled my eyes. Stan has always had a thing for my cousin but I could never see them together.

I wasn't drunk, I had had a few drinks but I was assigned designated driver, sadly. If I could, I'd be as drunk as Niall right now, and he was really drunk. Liam wasn't drinking either because of his kidney problem, but he can't drive so it's up to me anyway.

"She just got out if a bad relationship, Stan. I've already told you that." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes taking another sip of his drink. "Hey mate?" Liam's calm voice spoke from beside me. I hummed in response turning to look at him. "Look in the kitchen." He said biting his lip.

I moved so I could see into the kitchen and gasped at the sight.

"Is that..." I trailed off knowing my assumption was correct.

"Marissa and Harry? Yep."

"Oh. My. God."


Still Louis POV

I watched in disgust as my best friend and cousin made out on the kitchen counter. I always used to joke about them liking each other, but that's all it was. A joke. I did not want it to truley happen. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I stomped into the kitchen and yanked Harry's body away from hers. "Stop trying to swallow each other, we're leaving." I muttered.

"Aw Louis! Can't we stay just a little bit longer?" Marissa whined reaching over and entwining her and Harry's hand. I resisted the urge to gag at their show of affection.

"No we're leaving."

Harry pouted, Marissa's expression mirroring his as he entwined their other hands standing in front of her again. I rolled my eyes. This is so gross.

"Let's go."


"No, they are not sitting next to each other." I growled.

Harry and Marissa we sititng in the back seat all cuddly and giggly, gross. Niall and Zayn were in the middle while Liam sat in the passanger seat.

"Yeah, they'll kill each other." Niall said bursting into a fit of giggles Zayn quickly joining him. God, I am so glad Liam is sober wit me.

"No, they'll start making out again." I muttered.

Niall and Zayn shut up at that their mouths hanging open. "They'll what!?" They exclaimed in unison. I guess even drunk they still think it's weird. Their heads snapped to the two in the back totally oblivious to what was being said right now. They were too busy flirting.

The enitre ride home was silent other than Marissa's giggles and Harry's whispers. It was honestly the weirdest thing i've ever seen. I just never thought Harry and Marissa would feel anything towards eachother other than hate.

Marissa's POV

I skipped into our room my hand still attatched to Harry's. Once the door was closed, I was pushed up against the wall roughly, his lips attacking my neck once again. He sucked harshly on my sweet spot sure to leave a mark. I moaned quietly gripping his curls in my fingers. He let out a low growl against my neck before I pulled his face back up to mine crashing our lips together.

I bit his lip his hands caressing my thighs. His mouth opened slightly allowing me full access. He squeezed my thighs indicating for me to jump up. Harry held me up by my thighs my back pressing into the door.

A moment later, I felt the door being pushed, though with me up against it they couldn't open it. Harry groaned pushing me against the door harder. "Go away!" He mumbled into my lips. "Stop maing out and open the door!" Louis exclaimed banging on the door. Harry groaned letting me down before opening the door. "What?" He spat.

Louis rolled his eyes. "You both need to go to bed before little baby Harissa's are born."

I scrunched my brows together in confusion. What's he talking about?

"What?" Harry and I both asked.

He shook his head sighing. "Nevermind, just go to bed," He mumbled. "Actually, Harry, come with me."

"Where am I going?" Harry asked as Louis pulled him out of the room. I heard Louis say something to Liam, but I couldn't understand what he said.

"Hey Marissa," Liam smiled walking into my room. "Hi Liam, what's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing, let's just get you to bed."

I nodded sitting on the corner of my bed. He pulled a pair of pink sweats and a gray T-shirt out of my top dresser drawer. "Go change into these." he told me. I nodded covering my mouth with my french manicured hand as a yawn escaped my mouth.

I opened the door to the bathroom and changed. I washed my face and brushed my teeth clearing myself of any trace of beauty. I slipped off my itchy dress and pulled my heels off of my sore feet. I brushed through my curly hair before pulling it into a ponytail.

I walked back into my room and let Liam tuck me into my warm, comfy sheets. "Thanks Liam." I smiled.

"No problem, sweetheart." He grinned leaning down to peck my forehead. "Goodnight Marissa."

"Night Liam."



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