Lying Beneath The Smoke *Harry Styles FF*

Shes a risk taker. Scarlett Preston was the "Bad Girl" in Holmes Chapel high school. She didnt carry the look, but she for sure had the personality. She was a heavy pot head. Scarlett lives and breathes for trouble. Little does she know, she's driving Harry Styles crazy. His year off from One Direction would soon change his life before his eyes.


26. His Lips Tasted Like…

Scarlett's POV 


I stare at the gate in front of the huge mansion. The paparazzi had just been cleared, along with the 11 year old girls. Louis led me to through the front door, but I stopped in my steps.



"Why did you stop?" Louis asks me. My eyes fill with tears.



"I don't think I can face him ever again," Louis brings me into his arms.



"ever." I hold onto him.



"If you're not ready, then that's ok. We can do this another day, Scarlett. It's ok, don't cry." Louis patted my back.



"We drove here for nothing, I'm sorry Louis." I whisper into his delicate ear. 



"Don't just leave. I'll sneak you into my room and we can talk." He finally let's go. I look into his eyes, not breaking our gaze, he leads me to the front door.



"Niall and Liam are at the club, Zayn is gone for good, and Harry is probably sleeping." Louis said, bringing me upstairs to his bedroom. Once we were in, he locked the door behind us.



"Let's drink up, and talk." Louis says, opening a mini fridge door. I sit on the bed once he takes out a bottle of sky vodka. It was full, until I snatched it from him.



"I need this." I mutter as I pour it down my throat. It hurt and tasted terrible, but I like the stinging. I would forget everything for a bit. Once I handed it to him, half of it was gone. 



"Damn girl, you can chug!" We laughed, until we heard a knock on the door.



"Lou do you have my hoodie?" I heard a faint voice, it was Harry. 



"Yeah one minute!" Louis shouts back. 



"Who's in there?" Harry's voice chimed.



"Just a girl. Woah, uh-Ashley are you feeling alright? No not the floor!" Louis spoke, causing me to catch onto the lie. I turn to the wall and cover myself with a blanket that only covered the back of me. I bent down and made vomit noises. Louis stood up and opened the door.



"Hey- you ok?" Harry asked. I made my sounds louder and louder. I heard squeaky wheels come closer.



"No no get away from there! That's gross man! The hoodie is right under you." Lou smiled and Harry left. I heard the door lock and Louis came back. He gulped down the rest of the bottle. I turned around, skimming my face next to his.



"Sorrryy!" I shouted. Louis covered my mouth.



"Shhh quiet! Harry can't know that you're here." I laughed but he didn't seem amused. I felt real good right now. By the time we left the club, I was already buzzed. Now I knew I was drunk. He seemed like it too, but i don't know how much he drank at Gina's.



"Stop doing that." My words slurred.



"Doing what?" He asked and I pointed to his hand on my thigh.



"Sorry, is this ok?" He trailed his hand farther up my thigh. I replied, "no." 



"How about this?" He asked once more. He scooted closer, caressing my neck. I mumbled "no" under my breath. 



"This?" He leaned in, kissing me. He didn't stop. His tongue circled around mine for a little until I gave in. He threw off his clothes, so did I. His lips tasted like… vodka.

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