Take Me Home (A Harry Styles Fanfic)



Daphne was on her way home from the shops when she noticed a bit of conflict outside someone's home.
While attempting to break up a fight between two girls, Daphne was injured herself.
Who would've thought that a little bloody nose could go such a long way?...

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9. Chapter 9

It was almost half 7 when I skipped up the steps to Harry's front door. Crossing my arms over my chest after ringing the bell, I almost regretted only wearing a cardigan, leggings and tunic. I didn't expect the walk to his house to be that uncomfortably cold.

Anne answered the door with a smile, embracing me in a warm hug before I entered. The house was quiet but it smelled like oven-hot pizza.

"So, Harry managed to get the bonfire all set up outside in the back. That was such a lovely idea, by the way." Anne began, leading the way into the kitchen. "You're really the party planner, yeah?" I chuckled before giving her a weird look.

"Psh, I just wanted s'mores. Plus I love the smell of campfires." I found myself admitting, almost spilling the fact that everything I made Harry buy earlier on in the week wasn't really the 'popular' choice for a party; I suggested things based on my own personal likings. I wasn't going to help him impress some random girl named Janice; I was going to have fun for myself. Plus, Harry ended up liking all my ideas in the end.

"Harry hasn't stopped talking about that fire though; he's so excited!" she continued. "Hey Daph, do you mind taking the pizza's out to the bungalow with you when you go? They just came, but I don't want to intrude on the 'party'."

Smiling, I grabbed the 5 boxes of pizza in the kitchen and made my way out the back. Passing by the unlit fire pit and piles of wood stacked up beside it, I grinned before heading into the bungalow. The music was loud, the lights were down low and the new colored strobe light was set up in the corner. There were definitely more people than 'just the lads'.

With no one really noticing my presence, I sat the boxes down on an end table before grabbing a slice. Stuffing it in my face, I weaved around a few people that I hadn't recognized and opened the mini fridge in the corner. Snatching a bottle of beer, I turned and nearly ran into Niall. 

"Pizza?!" he shouted over the music, glaring at me as I chewed with a smile. He then proceeded to snatch my half eaten slice out of my hand before walking away. Dumbfounded, I washed the recent bite down with beer before returning to the table grabbing another slice. Harry was there.

"Hey, I didn't see you come in." he greeted as I shamelessly began stuffing my face again.

"I brought in the food." I stated proudly, talking with my mouth inconsiderably full. No fucks were given.

"I was waiting for you to get here so we could light the pit." he replied smiling at me. I felt my myself begin to smile before I reminded myself how he had been such a preoccupied douche the past week, but I didn't have to fake a frown. In a matter of seconds, a girl appeared next to Harry. "Hey, Janice." he greeted.

Instead of rolling my eyes, I took another big bite of my pizza before raising my eyebrows at her in 'hello'. She side glanced me before grabbing onto Harry's arm. I almost choked on my food.

"So, that fire?" I redirected back to the initial subject before we had been interrupted. On the inside, I was frowning. Janice looked nothing like I had hoped. She was only an inch or two shorter than Harry, making her a bit taller than me. Her light blonde hair was straight and long, and she even had a pretty tan that made her face just glow. She was beautiful and I was officially jealous, and in need of another beer.

"Janice, this is Daphne. Daph, this is Janice." Harry ignored me and proceed with his introduction. She smiled at me and gave a little wave. I did the same back, but my smile had pizza sticking out of it. I was surprised I hadn't begun to physically fail-face the situation yet. "We're actually going to go out and start the bonfire, want to help?"

Wow. Wow, Harry.

"Like, to go sit out in the cold and make s'mores? Are we at camp or something?" Janice laughed in return, playfully tapping his arm that was already in her grasp. Harry hesitantly chuckled in return before nodding.

"Are you allergic to fire?" I found myself asking, looking back at her questionably. I wanted to know if her body would either implode or explode if I were to throw her into the pit. . .Just kidding.

"What?" she laughed again, unsure of my initial question. Finishing up my beer, I shook my head as if to say 'nevermind'.

"Come on, let's go start it." Harry restated, looking at me. It appeared as though Janice was going to accompany us anyway. I mentally frowned once more.

"I'll meet you out there." I grinned, making sure my eyes were smiling as they exited the bungalow.

My expression instantly fading as the door closed, I returned to the mini fridge to retrieve another beer before spotting Louis by the counter off in the distance. Sighing in relief, I maneuvered my way over to him, leaning on the bar with a smile. He caught onto my gaze and squinted his eyes in question.

"Do shots with me?" I asked sweetly, glancing down at the bottle of vodka in his grasp. It was obvious that he was bartender of the night. Louis laughed at me.

"Shots; plural. As in more than one?" he questioned, positioning two shot glassed between us. I nodded happily. "I do recall what happened last weekend, just so you know." Louis noted, his tone sounding a bit parent-like.

"Lou, I had multiple shots of Jack Daniels. Jack is like a speedy-first class ticket to Incompetent for me. Vodka, on the other hand, is more like a smooth, relaxing flight, but with layovers, A.K.A, I'll be fine." I rambled, staring back at him until he responded. Nodding in amusement, he poured the shots. They disappeared in seconds before he was pouring the second round.

"Have fun." he dismissed me with a smile.

Thanking him, I popped the cap off my beer bottle and washed away the vodka in my mouth. I then grabbed another slice of pizza on my way out the door before making my way to the already blazing fire.

With my food in one hand and beer in the other, I stood on the opposite side of the flame from Harry and Janice, watching as they sat ridiculously close together on a blanket that was laid out. Noticing Niall only a few feet beside me, I bumped him from the side. He nodded a quiet 'hey' before eyeing my pizza. I quickly opened my mouth to shout at him, but my reaction was too delayed; he had snatched the slice from my grasp and stuffed half of it in his mouth.

My eyes wide, I launched my body in his direction as he turned to flee. Without him getting too far, I sloppily grabbed onto his shoulders before hopping on his back, careful not to smack him in the head with my bottle.

"Stop stealing my food!" I shouted, my free arm wrapped loosely around his neck. His arms supported my legs as he began to spin around in the grass, venturing off from the flames.

"Tell me where you got it!" he demanded playfully. "Or I'll keep spinnin' 'til ya spew!"

"Keep spinning and you'll start to feel a wet sensation drip down your back." I replied, insinuating that I would pee on him. His movements instantly ceased, waiting for further instruction. "To the bungalow!" my voice boomed over dramatically as Niall began to piggy-back me all the way to the door. "It's right there on the table." I laughed, pointing inside to the table. He slid me down off his back before grabbing an entire box and bringing it back outside with him.

"Aren't you coming back to the fire?" he asked, noticing that I hadn't started walking back yet. I looked over at the flames to see Janice and Harry laughing with each other as he stuffed three jumbo marshmallows onto one stick.

"I'd rather not subject myself to that." I motioned toward them. I was becoming disgusted with myself for feeling so bitter about it, but at the same time I wasn't going to say anything about it. Maybe I just become used to the attention he had given me before.

Niall patted me on the shoulder before making his way back over to the fire. Kicking myself, I made away inside back into the warmth, finishing my beer before grabbing another.

Spotting Zayn and Liam on the couch in the back, I made my way over and collapsed in between them, my hips tightly wedged between theirs. I heard Zayn 'oomf' as Liam looked at me skeptically.

"Whattup boys?" I asked casually, bringing my bottle to my lips. "Sorry to intrude on your bromance. I don't know anyone else here." I admitted, patting Liam's leg.

"Actually, I was just about to grab some food." he stated, then stood from the couch and disappeared through the clump of people dancing in the middle of the room. I didn't bother scooting over though. I was buzzed and liked the physical contact against my side.

"You're awfully chatty tonight." I turned to Zayn, noticing that his arm had been draped along the back of the couch. He turned slightly to me, raising his brows as he took a swig of his beer. "Wow, a whole eyebrow flicker. Well done." I joked, patting his leg before spotting a medium sized bottle of vodka on the side table. Reaching across him, I snagged the bottle and took a swig before handing it out to him.

"Rough night?" he finally asked, taking the bottle as I shrugged. He threw back a mouthful of vodka as well before setting it back down.

"I think I'm just. . .frustrated." I began, relaxing back into the comfy cushion beneath Zayn's arm. The alcohol was finally beginning to fuel my chatter box. I was in the zone and the trap door to my mouth was unhinged.

"With what?" he asked, looking down at me.

I paused for a moment before giving into myself. My sensor had officially disappeared for the night. "Sexually." I stated boldly. "I think I'm like, frustrated. . .You know what I'm talking about, right? Like when you just want to. . .you know. . .but you can't, because you don't really have anyone." Zayn immediately chuckled before realizing I was being serious. I watched as he took another swig of vodka before nodding his head.

"Yeah." he responded before catching onto my gaze.

"I mean, sometimes you just want to feel wanted. . .That's not a bad thing, is it?" I asked. Zayn shook his head.

"It's not."

"We should just make out." I stated simply, doing my best to keep it as casual as possible. I tried not to be offended as Zayn's eyes widened. "What? We had a little chemistry, right? Remember when we were dancing last weekend?"

"I remember you ditching me in the middle of it." he laughed, sipping his beer. I found myself frowning.

"Oh yeah." I breathed out, a bit embarrassed. "Well, still. Come on." 

He didn't object, but he didn't accept either. Zayn just sat there, his eyes smiling back at me as if they were daring. Luckily I was feeling loose enough to grab the wheel and move in.

With my body already leaning against his side, I turned my head slightly to his exposed neck. Hesitantly moving closer, my breathing deepened as I slowly placed my lips on his skin. It was a slow, soft kiss on his neck, but it enflamed my insides without warning. I felt his body instantly relax beside me as my lips began to sponge all around, my hand resting lightly on his chest as my body turned to get closer to him. I made a trail of kisses all the way up to his jawline before he turned to me, finally catching my lips with his.

Zayn's hand slid up my jawline and behind my ear, his fingers disappearing in my hair. He pulled me closer, his drunken tongue slowly slipping in my mouth. I let my heavy eyes close, allowing my conscious to drift away as my body basked in the feelings that were surging throughout me.

A touch from a boy; that's all my body had really been aching for. It was only a bonus that he was being delicate about it. It was probably the most gentle, and even somewhat shy, make-out session I had ever experienced. Maybe it was because it was obvious that it was a one-time deal, or maybe I was just that attached to Harry; I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was liking it.

I wasn't sure how long we had been attached at the mouth, but Zayn's arm had snaked around my waist as mine rested lightly around his neck. I could feel his thumbs massaging at my waist as our lips continued to play around with each other. It wasn't for another moment before I slowly pulled away, glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes.

"Do you want to go outside and sit by the fire with me?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes. I honestly just wanted to cuddle, and it was way too cold to sit out there by myself.

Once he nodded, I stood from his grasp and grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the couch before we weaved through the mass of dancing people. We were barely out the door before I hooked my arm around his, walking closely with him as the cool air whipped around us. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I had wished it was Harry. I felt guilty.

Taking a seat on a blanket that was laid out on the ground, Zayn sat close to me and pulled me into his side. The extra warmth was nice as I stared into the flames, my eyes dangerously flickering past it to see if Harry and Janice were still there. They were, and Harry's eyes instantly met mine.

I quickly looked back into the fire, inhaling the smell of the burning wood. It was one of those warm and toasty smells that always made me feel good. Giving myself a few more moments of thought, I looked back up to see Janice and Harry standing. I couldn't help but stare as Harry lead her away from the fire and toward the pool that was covered.

"Don't tell me they're about to go swimming." I found myself asking out loud. Zayn followed my line of sight and spoke.

"Yeah, it's heated."

"No way." I breathed out in pure amusement, climbing to my feet 

"Daph, I don't think you should-" Zayn started before I cut him off.

"Come on." I waved to him, taking off toward the pool before he even began to stand. I approached them from the side as Harry began rolling the cover off. "Late night swimming sounds fun." I faked a smile, subconsciously aware that I was beginning to develop common symptoms of Cock Blockeritis.

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This kind of went in a different direction than I had originally planned, but I'm going with it. :):)

The next chapter is going to be -woah- and I can't wait!! Hope you liked this one. :)

PS: I made a doodle of how I picture Harry's house & stuff..

It's kinda awkward and doubt it's accurate, but this is how I see things:

http://i43.tinypic.com/i69fte.png

LOL Yes. Anyway.. Thanks for reading! I eat comments for a living. :):) x

 

 

 

 

 

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