Chasing Cars - A Harry Styles love story

There's always a really hot guy at your high school you fall madly in love with. What type of complication does this cause when it's Harry Styles?

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14. Drunk

Chapter 14, Drunk

"Where are we going Harry!?" I called after him.

"You'll see, keep up!"

I groaned and jumped a few steps forward.

"Honestly I thought you were an Athlete." He tutted.

"You sound like my Dad, and I take my sport very seriously thank you very much."

His walking speed increased.

"Can't catch me!" He teased.

I sprinted past him, poking my tongue out on the way. I heard his faint laugh in the background as his footsteps got faster.

He chased me and we giggled as we ran down the windy road. After about 200m of full out running he started to get tired.

"Jas... wait up!" He puffed, struggling to move his tired legs.

"Who's the Athlete now?" I asked cheekily, he looked up at me from his hands on his knees bending over.

"Fine you win."

I cheered and helped him back onto his feet.

"Care for a drink?" He asked, I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Where would we get a drink?

As if on cue, a loud roar of cheering and sound waves of music caught my attention from a small building on the other side of the road.

"Love to."

He grinned widely and we ran towards the curious place.

As we entered the older men who sat on stools at the bar snarled at us, their hands firmly gripped on their beer glasses.

"What are some young kids like you doing at a place like this?" The drunken man asked, attracting attention from other members of the bar.

Harry stood in front of me protectively.

"We're here to have some fun." He answered sternly.

The drinker smiled and lifted his jug into the air.

"Join us!" The other men cheered and did the same with their drinks.

Harry laughed and gave me a reassuring smile. The men cheered again before going back to their wrestling match.

"Here, lets have a break."

He grabbed my hand and guided me through the loud building. He pulled my seat out for me and I thanked him.

"So what are we doing at a restricted drinking bar out in the city?" I asked, curiously raising in my voice.

"I thought we deserved a bit of time off."

"Time off what?"


"Life."

He cheekily smiled before getting up and leaving our table.

A few minutes later the weird curly haired boy returned with two drinks in hand.

"That better not be what I think it is Styles." I cautioned. He grinned and handed me my glass.

He lifted his into the air.

"To us."

4 HOURS LATER

My head spun in different directions and the world around me started to get fuzzy. God knows how many drinks I'd had. My bloodstream was violently poisoned. Or, should be. It was hard to even think straight.

The men at the bar started screaming and shouting in joy. Like they were celebrating success.

"WE WON! WE WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!"

One man yelled, throwing his arms into the air.

One of the guys coughed, clearing his throat and making the whole building silent.

"I've paid my dues, time after time I've done my sentence, but committed no crime, and bad mistakes I've made a few and I've had my share of sand, kicked in my face, but I've come through, and I need to go on and on and on and on"

The other men joined in, standing from their bar stools and walking in victory towards the pool table.

"We are the champions - my friends

And we'll keep on fightin' till the end"

Harry stood up and joined the drunken fans. Singing loudly and out of tune.

"We are the champions, we are the champions"

I got up and also sung along. The others in the bar smiled and did the same.

"No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the world"

Harry crazily jumped onto the pool table, he lifted me up and the other cheering drunks climbed up off the floor.

"We are the champions - my friends

And we'll keep on fightin' till the end"

The five of us; Harry, three drunk guys and I faced our audience.

"We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions"

The crowd cheered and we bowed in laughter, the rugby fans jumped down and Harry did also.

He held his hands out below me in approach to jump down.

I slipped off the pool table's side tipsily and fell into his warm strong arms.

"Let's get out of here."

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