"What if I am?" He responds, his hand is in my hair and his body is pressed up against mine. "I don't want to kiss you, you're not gonna remember in the morning." I laugh and push him off me. "I think I would remember kissing you." And then that's what he's doing, kissing me. His lips are on mine. OH MY GOD. HARRY STYLES IS KISSING ME. He slams me against the wall and kisses my neck, I groan and he laughs. Then we both pull away, "that was fun." I say simply. "Yeah." He says. Then we both wall away, I know he'll be to drunk to remember, but I will always remember. I look around for Kira for a whole but when I can't find her I step outside the house. It's really dark out and I can't see the steps. I feel around for the railing, my hands trail around in the air until the hit something solid. "Ouch." I hear someone say. "Oh I'm so sorry." I respond, my eyes are starting to adjust to the light. "It's ok." I then hear him get up. "I'm Louis." My eye widen. "Oh. I'm Alison." I see him lose his balance a little and fall back against the door. "Oh." He laughs. "Sorry about before." I say, hoping he will forgive me. "I'll forgive you if you give me your number." I laugh and tell it to him as he types it in his phone. "Well I will totally text you." He says.