Wild.

Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.

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5. We Need Each Other

Cricket's POV

I need to get out of here. Sitting at the dinner table with Harry across from me was excruciating. I hated it. But I wanted him so badly. I need to stop this. Harry is Louis' mate and I can't destroy that...even though I believe there is something further going on then what Louis led on. 

It just didn't make any sense. 

"Can I be excused?" I asked my brother.

"I made lemon pound cake," he said. "Your favorite."

I started to stand up, "I don't feel to good. I'll have some later. Promise." I smiled to him and then took a glance at Harry. His eyes were confused and worried. He had no idea that he was the cause of my new found feeling and current embarrassment.

I need to wash him clean of my mind. I knew the perfect way too.

I leave the dining room and head upstairs. I shut my bedroom door closed and immediately go to my closet. I pull out a pair of short cut off jeans and a crop top. I scrunch and tease my hair, add a little extra make up and slip my feet into a pair of sandals. 

I pulled on a sweater just so Louis wouldn't yell at me for all the extra skin I was showing, but I knew I would be taking the extra fabric off as soon as I got to my destination. I headed down the stairs and without entering the dining room I try make my exit. "Louis can I take the car? I'm meeting Annabelle in town at Shamrocks." Long behold I wasn't meeting Annabelle, my friend of forever, and I wasn't going to Shamrocks. 

"I don't want you taking the Lamborghini!" Fuck. I drop the keys from my hand and moved closer to the next set of car keys. "I thought you weren't feeling well?"

"I'm a little better. Besides I think spending time with friends is the best cure." I was astonished that Louis hadn't walked into the foyer and asked where I was going face to face. He was obviously in some side conversation with Harry.

"Alright. Take the Porsche, and be safe!"

"Will do! I'll be back later!"

I took hold of the pair of keys and jumped out into the garage and into Louis' black Porsche. I started the car and headed to the best place for any summer-readied person: Cleethorpes. One hour away from Doncaster which meant I had to go fast in order to actually enjoy myself.

I pressed the gas pedal down and soon I was leaving Doncaster all together. 

Harry's POV

Something was wrong. Cricket was actually completely un-normal. As she left the house though, I wasn't sure if Louis heard it, but I could hear the roar of the engine as the gas pedal was slammed to the floor. She was trying to get out and find an escape. 

For some reason though, I was worried. What if her escape were drugs--like me. Or alcohol--like me. Damn how could anyone let this girl do whatever she pleased. This is how I became who I was. No one paid attention even though I craved for it. 

It can't happen to her, it won't. 

I stand up from the table quickly. 

"Bloody hell, what's your fucking problem?" Louis questioned as the silverware and glasses moved uneasily. 

"N-Nothing." I needed to get out of here. "Wanna play poker?" 

"Uh sure?" Louis questioned with narrowing eyes. 

Once we had the cards readied and the chips sorted we started our game. I kept pouring glass after glass of wine into Louis' cup. I wanted him intoxicated, so I could make my own escape. 

It worked. Within the third hand, Louis was slumped on his palm trying to stay awake. He wasn't an energetic drunk tonight, and I was thankful. 

"Uh, Haz, I'm heading to bed. It's been a long day." He stood up from the table and stretched. "Oh and can you make sure Cricket gets home? If she's not back by midnight, get me up."

"Okay, Lou," I smiled and he yawned as he turned away and I soon heard a bedroom door close. I jumped out of my seat and ran for Louis' Lamborghini keys. He'll forgive me for taking his car when I bring back his step-sister, sober. Hopefully. I started the car and tried to make my escape as quickly and quietly as possible. 

I was successful. I honestly had no idea where Cricket went but I was hoping I could catch up with her. I followed the road, but came up no where. Okay, this was going to be a lot harder than what I thought. I stopped at what looks like a teenage hangout. Maybe I could ask someone? 

I pulled up into a parking lot, every teenager staring at the car I drove. This was going to be amusing. I turn the car off and step outside. 

"I'm looking for someone," I said right away. I need to get my information and leave. "A girl." Okay, probably not the right thing to say.

"Well you're out of luck. Your type of girls are only found in London."

I scowled, "I'm not talking about a prostitute. I'm looking for a girl, her name is Cricket--." Damn what's her last name? 

"Cricket Tomlinson?" A girl asked. I guess she did change her last name. 

"Yes."

"She took the road to Cleethorpes. Passed us about fifteen minutes ago." 

"Cleethorpes?" I narrowed my eyes. 

They all smiled. Why were they smiling? "The music festival is there tonight. Free alcohol, and who knows what people are putting into their drinks and brownie mixes," a guy replied. 

Oh fuck. I really need to get out of here. "Thanks for your--um, help?" 

I got back into the car and pulled out of my parking space. Fantastic. Cricket's probably as high as a kite and as drunk as a New Year's Eve alcoholic. 

I pushed down on the pedal and started down the road. I kept going until I came across a sign: Cleethorpes. I followed the sign and the roads that followed. I felt like I've been driving forever and I was. I looked down at the digital clock embedded into the dashboard as it read seven p.m. I've already been driving for almost an hour. 

I'm heading to the bloody coast. Fan-fucking-tastic. 

I kept driving. And driving. And driving. 

Cricket's POV

The amber liquid burned down my throat but I liked it. The music was loud and drugs tasted good. I don't even know what I was even on. 

I was dancing in the mix of everyone else and my vision started to get blurry. Maybe I should stop? Fuck no. Instead another drink was pushed into my hand and I took a big gulp. My head started to pound, my eyelids were starting to get heavy. What was I drinking. I looked back at whoever gave me the drink. 

It was a guy. His dirty blond hair was messy and long. Brown eyes, definitely not someone I would go after. 

"What's in my fucking drink?" I tried to pronounce my words correctly, but I'm pretty sure they sounded more like 'What's in my puking brick?'. 

"Sorry, love," he spoke. "I don't speak drugged or drunk." 

"Shut the fuck up," I spoke through my teeth.

"Ooh a strong one," he smiled. "You'll be fun tonight."

"Like hell, I'm not going anywhere with you." 

"That's alright," another smile. "I can fix that with a couple more drinks."

"Ugh," I was disgusted and with as much alcohol that filled my body I was brave. So I took my braveness and used it to drop the cup of alcohol over his head. The liquid pouring down over his hair and droplets sliding down his face. Now it was my turn to smile and I did just that. 

"You bitch," he warned and I could see his hand coming up and about to smack me square across the face, but I was pulled away. Someone had hold of my wrist and spun me away from the disgusting blond guy and to a green-eyed, brown haired man. His hair was curly and he didn't smile, but had a face of sorriness and concern written all over it..

"Harry," I whimpered as tears started to form in my eyes. He pulled me close to him and stroked my hair. 

"Who the fuck are you?" It was the voice of that guy. 

I lifted my head off his chest and glanced behind me. Yep, it's the guy. I looked back up at Harry. "He drugged me," I whispered. I still didn't know what drug, but I just knew I was drugged. 

But that's all I had to say to Harry, because his face changed. Instead of worrisome he was angry, pissed off. He took hold of my hand and pulled me back behind him. 

"You really have a death wish," said Harry. 

"She's a free girl. You can't just walk in here and act like she's yours. I had dibs first." 

"She is mine," Harry's grip on my arm became stronger, and I almost winced at the feeling as my eyes glanced down at my struggled wrist.. "I'm her boyfriend."

My eyes shot up. What? 

I thought he would've played the angry brother part, not the pissed off boyfriend part. 

The guy's eyes widened. "Oh."

"Yea," started Harry as he stepped closer. "So I'll give you chance. You tell me what drug and I might let you live." 

"Rrroorrrrr," that's what the guy's mutter sounded like.

"Speak up."

"Roofies." 

"You were planning on date rape?" I yelled behind Harry. 

"I think your presence is no longer needed," said Harry as he quickly let go of my wrist and came up and punched the guy across the face. The sound of the impact was harsh but worked as he lay on the floor of sand. 

There was the sound of applause, but it sounded like a horn. I was loosing it. 

"Harry...," I muttered and I quickly felt his presence under me. He was carrying me.

"Let's get home," he said into my ear. "I'm so sorry."

"Please don't tell Louis," I whisper. 

"I promise." Was the last thing I remember him ever saying before I stepped into a black oblivion. 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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