Playing by the Rules

A One Direction Fan-Fiction. │Caution: This story has cussing and moments of intimacy. If you have a problem with any of those, then this might not be for you. │© Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified, or distributed without the expressed prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact Megan (: on


10. Chapter 10

 About 15 minutes later I hear the door bell ring. I turn off the TV and walk over to the door. I peep through the window and sure enough it's Harry. I open the door and he walks in.

 "Where the heck did you go?" I laughed.

 "I got you something. Granted you're not old enough to drink at any bars or enter any clubs just yet, I figured I'd bring the boose to you." He said carrying a few bottles of alcohol.

 "Alright, sure." I said, barely believing what I was saying. The only reason I haven't drank so far is because I just haven't felt the need to, but right now, I kinda want to.

 "Since it's you're first time, I didn't want you getting too shit faced so I didn't get much." He laughed.

 I laughed too. "Alright, but lets go to my room ok? I don't want my mom coming  home and smelling all this."

 "Ok." He said and started his way up stairs. I followed close behind and closed my door behind us. He set the bottles on the floor and sat next to them leaning against my bed. He patted a spot on the floor and I sat down next to him.

 "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean you don't have to if you're feeling pressured to do so or anything." He asked carefully.

 I nodded my head. "I'm nineteen, I think I'll be ok." I giggled.

 "Alright, here you go." He said handing me a bottle of beer. 

 I slowly took a sip. It tasted bitter at first, but was soon replaced by something different. It actually tasted pretty good after a few sips. I continued to drink as Harry sipped on his, watching me.

 "Is it ok?" He asked.

 I smiled and nodded. I feel like a little kid trying sweets for the first time. After a while of drinking and talking, I realized I had ran out. I reached across Harry and picked up the other bottle. Liquor? I grabbed it and leaned back against the bed.

 "Oh no, you don't want that sweetheart." Harry said reaching for the bottle.

 "I'll be ok, I've only had two beers. I promise, I won't drink too much. I just want to taste, please?" I said puffing out my bottom lip. "If it makes you feel better I'll share, alright."

 "Alright." He said hesitantly. 

 "Besides you've already had three beers, I think you'll survive without it." I winked and he laughed a little.

 I smiled and opened it up.This taste was a bit more bitter than the one before and burned my throat, but in a good way. If that makes sense? I don't know, long story short, it tasted good.

 I got down a good portion of it before Harry took it back. He laughed and drank a little bit. I went to reach for it again but Harry stopped  me. "I think that's enough for you." He chuckled.

 "Noooo it's not." I giggled, letting my hair down in its curls. Oh my gosh I didn't think getting drunk would actually make me feel  so happy. Damn, Harry is so sexy.

 I grasped the bottle and drank the rest. 

 "Oh shit." Harry laughed. I handed him the empty bottle and leaned over his lap in search for anything else. 

 "That was all I got babe." He laughed, laying his hand on my lower back and sitting me back down.

 I gave him a pouty face. "What about that beer you're drinking?"

 "There's no way I'm giving this to you." He chuckled.

 "HazziBear..." I slurred.

 "Persuade me." He smirked, and I smiled back.

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