Winner Gets All

Every year, the most popular boys of West Prep School, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan, have a little game they like to play. They target a girl, and the first to steal her virginity, wins their game, and gets to be lead for their next song, since they're singers. Usually, Zayn wins, because he's attractive, dark, mysterious and sexy. This year is their last year of school, and they've picked the hottest girl for last, Ellie Holmes. She's a little shy, different than the barbies the boys usually pick. She is beautiful, long wavy blonde hair with green eyes and a slim figure. Ellie doesn't exactly care for the boys though, but one of the boys is going to have to break down her walls. Someone always has to win the game. There has to be a lead to the song. So, let the games begin, and may the best member of the band win!


15. Chapter 15


Ellie’s POV

Harry was taking me out tonight. We’re going to a club in London, and right now we’re on the way. It’s an hour and a half drive, but with Harry holding my hand and us talking the ride can’t be that bad.

“You know, you look perfect tonight El,” Harry said, breaking the silence and my thoughts.

“Thanks,” I said, pulling down my dress, and looking down at my legs self consciously. I looked over to Harry, he had on chinos and a Ramones tshirt. Typical Harry. He always looked good. He was seriously the most beautiful boy I’ve met, how naturally breathtaking he was overwhelmed me sometimes. He made a sharp turn, and pulled into an open parking spot. He turned the car off and looked to me, “Ready?”

I nodded and we got out of the car. The click of my heels could barely be heard over the music. The bass made the ground shake, and the lights from the club illuminated the otherwise dark street. Harry grabbed my hand pulling me closer to him. We walked down the street quickly to get out of the rain, laughing as I struggled to make sure my hair wasn’t being drenched. The line to get in wrapped around the building. But instead of entering the que we walked to the entrance. A big burly bodyguard looked to us, and said, “Hey Harry,”

Harry smiled, “Hey Rob, this is my girlfriend Ellie,” I smiled lightly to the huge man standing in front of me.

“Nice to meet you, Ellie. You guys can go right in.” He opened the latch and gestured for us to enter. Harry thanked him and led me inside. The loud music, little lighting, and amount of already wasted people kind of scared me. Harry took us to a booth and I sat down. He stood over me and said, “I’ll go get us something to drink, stay here, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered. He kissed my cheek and walked off into the maze of people. It had only been a minute or two before a very handsome guy about my age sat down across from me.

“Hello!” He cheerfully said.

“Hi,” I muttered, confused as to who this guy was.

“I’m Elliot, but you can call me your next boyfriend,” He said. Cheesy much?

I laughed anyway, “I’m Ellie. Sorry but my boyfriend’s getting me something to drink.”

His expression saddened, “Oh. It’s not surprising that a girl as pretty as you has a boyfriend,” He nervously messed with his blonde hair. Harry came up to the table, with a confused look. That look turned into anger.

“Excuse me, who are you and why are you sitting with my girlfriend?”

Elliot looked like he was going to cry, “I’m so sorry man, I didn’t know she had a b-boyfriend when I came over here, and she looked lonely.”

Harry rasped, “I’m here, so if I were you, I’d leave now before things get ugly.”  

Elliot made eye contact with me and then basically ran away. Harry took his place, smiling to me, handing me a drink.

“Harry, I’m underage, ya silly goose.” I joked.

“That’s okay, I wanna know what you’re like when you’re drunk.” He winked, laughing at my pathetic attempt of denying the beer.

Four rounds of beer later, Harry and I stumbled over to the dance floor. I started grinding on him right away, him snaking his hands on the sides of my waists, on my thighs. I got lower and lower on him, and was face down ass up at some point. Once I got tired, I turned to him and he smashed his lips into mine. It turned into a serious makeout session in the middle of the dancefloor, Harry’s hands moving up and down my butt, mine tangled in his curly mess of hair. After a while, we went back to the bar, and got two more beers. I was so wasted; the alcohol didn’t effect Harry as badly as it did me. Harry’s raspy whisper echoed in my ear, “Wanna stay at a hotel tonight baby?” I giggled.

“Oh Harry I’d lah-love toooo,” My words slurred, a lot.

He smirked, “Okay, then let’s go now El,”

He paid the bartender and dragged us out of the club, walking the opposite way from the car. As we turned the corner, a convenient hotel appeared! We walked into the classy lobby, which was empty, considering it was 1 AM. I sat down in a comfy sofa as Harry went up to the front desk. He came over to me in a few minutes with a room key, a bottle of wine, and a big smirk on his face. We got on to the empty elevator, and went to the top floor. Our room was at the end of the long hall. He opened up the room, a suite. Totally Harry to get us an expensive room in the most secluded part of a high class hotel in the middle of London. We talked on the balcony for an hour, downing the bottle of wine. I was so wasted. Smashed. Shit-faced. Harry was starting to show signs of how drunk he was. He took the alcohol so easily.

In the middle of the conversation I said, “Harry, I need to take a shower, I smell.”

His eyes lit up, “Ellie.. can I come?”

I muttered, “What?”

He blushed, “You heard me.”

I giggled, “I guess.. but only because I’m so drunk I won’t remember this.”

He smirked, flashing that cheeky grin, and followed me into the bathroom. The shower was a huge walk-in one. Harry stripped off his clothes quickly and ran into the shower closing the door. I slowly slid off everything except my underwear and bra. The water barely drowned out Harry’s voice.

He yelled, “Come on Ellie!”

I wearily said, “I don’t know Harryyyyy,”

He said, “Pleaaase!”

I could sense he was making a face right now. He ‘Pleased’ me a few more times before I finally gave in, nervously taking off my bra, then my panties. I opened the shower door, immediately feeling self-conscious. Harry grinned at me and I walked over to him.

“You’re cute, Ellie.” He mumbled.

“And you’re smashed, Harry.” I slurred.

“As are you, darling.” He joked, kissing me lightly.

He then hugged me, his dick awkwardly touching my leg. When he pulled back he grinned at me. It was a weird feeling hugging someone when you were both naked. What was surprising was he didn’t try to pull anything, I just kind of had a shower with him. He even washed my back and hair for me. We had a water fight, managing to get the whole bathroom wet, laughing the whole time. He shoved me against the wall, kissing me harshly, I could taste the alcohol on his breath. The water was starting to get cold, so we decided to get out, Harry obviously not wanting to. I jumped out, ignoring his pleas to stay. I threw my bra, tank top, and undies on, and snuggled into the circle king size bed. It was comfy. I ignored the knock at the door. A pair of hands snaked around me, pulling me closer, and I dozed off snuggled up with Harry. 

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