3. Chapter three
The music was blaring through the huge speakers when I stepped inside the house. I looked around but I didn't see any sign of Harry. I glanced around the room to find people grinding against one another with blunts in their mouths, I pulled my face in disgust and kept moving forward looking for someone who did not look stoned out of their minds. I pushed through the crowd of people and just thought of how much trouble I was going to get into when Harry saw me here. "Hey have you seen Harry?" I asked some random guy biting my lip. He shook his head 'no' so I asked a few other people and I got the same answer. No Harry anywhere. I decided that I would just head home and apologize tomorrow since he was probably drunk and having sex with someone, Preferably a blonde since Harry only goes for blondes when his drunk he gave me the reason but I forgot it because it was some stupid story about stamina. I sighed in defeat and walked toward the door and as I was reaching for the doorknob, a hand wrapped around my wrist and spun me around. Harry. "What are you doing here Aleeah." He asked giving me a stern look. I knew he wasn't happy but I wasn't there to party. I was here for him. His unruly hair was pulled back by a green bandanna causing his green eyes to pop out every time the rave lights hit face, he wore a black t-shirt that allowed you to see that he worked out with his tattoos covering his arms, he paired it with a black skinny and worn out boots. "I came here looking for you. I'm sorry about earlier. I overreacted." I apologized yelling over the pounding of the music and waited for a response from him. "You couldn't have waited till tomorrow to apologize?" He asked, clearly annoyed by me, clenching his nose between his fingers while closing his eyes taking a deep frustrated breath. I sighed, knowing that he's drunk and I some how have to get him home before he gets himself into an accident driving home. "C'mon let's go home Haz" I said and he shook his head stepping back. "I'm gonna party. YOU'RE going home." He stated. I sighed and pulled him toward the door. He didn't resist so I dragged him to his car walking past drunk teenagers who smelt like weed. "You really wanted me to go home alone Haz, I came with a cab." I shrugged leaning him against his black Range Rover with his back against the car. I flatly pressed my hands against both his legs and slide them into his jean pocket which was a hassle because his jeans was so tight. "You know Aleeah if you wanted to feel me up you just had to ask" he slurred placing his hands on my waist and tugging me between his legs. I rolled my eyes and glared at him. " I like you shirt by the way because you're my kitten." He murmured placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead before I snatched the key out of his pocket and pulled away. I knew in the morning he was going to blow a gasket because of me driving his car. His partially the reason why I don't have a car, he told my mom that I didn't need one because I have him and he didn't want me getting hurt because of stupid drivers on the road. I was so pissed at him that day because it was two weeks before my 16th birthday and that speech stopped my mom from buying me my own car. I didn't speak to him for 3 days which was the longest that we had no contact with each other. On the third day he brought all my favourite disney movies, my favourite candies and stayed over having a movie day with just us under the fort he built. That was the only day he didn't make fun of me watching kids movies which was weird because I expected him to go on and distract me like he always did. I pulled the door open and pushed him into the car buckling him up and closed the door hopping into the driver seat. I adjusted the seat to fit my short frame and started the engine with Harry's eyes on me. "Why do I feel like you shouldn't be driving." He slurred touching my kitten t-shirt tugging at it with his index and thumb fingers. I chuckled at how protective he feels when his drunk but just kept my eyes on the road. *-----* "Why'd you take me home?" Harry asked pulling my hair which was slightly annoying every time I swatted his hand away because I was struggling to get the key into the door. "I didn't even get to fuck the girl with the blonde and pink hair." He sighed dropping his hand when I pushed the door open and grabbed his arm slinging it over my shoulders. "Well because you're drunk and I actually care about you Haz." I smiled in amusement dropping him onto the couch with a grunt. He was literally the heaviest person I know, with his tall frame and lean body. "Aww you're so cute when you care. Now go make me a sandwich. I'm hungry." He said reaching for my hand poking it while I laughed. "Ugh fine but don't expect this all the time." I sighed playfully and went to the kitchen pushing the door open that linked the lounge and kitchen together. "That's what you said five drunk times ago" he yelled causing me to flinch as his voice boomed around the house. After preparing his sandwich I took it into the next room. I opened the door and found Harry sleeping peacefully on the couch with his face planted into the couch. I smiled and took the sandwich back to the kitchen and put it in the microwave. I walked up to his room after getting the Advil from the bathroom cabinet. And walked back downstairs. I placed it on the table along with a glass of water and a note which read "for the hangover. Love ya Haz! Xx - Ali". I looked up to find Gemma standing on the stairs with a sleepy smile on her face and her blonde hair over her shoulders. I gave her a small smile knowing that Harry probably woke her up with his loud voice. I bent down turned Harry's face out of the pillow so that he doesn't suffocate and die on my watch. I placed a firm kiss on his cheek and stood up when Gemma walked downstairs with a yawn. "Are you staying the night or-" "No I have to get going." I nodded pulling Harry's shoes off his feet and throwing them on the floor with a thud. "Let's get you home Ali" Gemma smiled grabbing Harry's keys switching the lights off.