Tribulation |Harry Styles|

Vienna was an independent, fearless girl who lived in the heart of Manhattan, New York. She was used to being liked as boys had always been infatuated with her, but she never really cared for anything more than the attention. When she makes the biggest intoxicated mistake of her life, will her decision ultimately dodge a bullet, or will she miss out on the potential love of her life?


2. Chapter One - Don't Call Me Princess

"What's your name, love?" His posh, english accent asked her as the two moved in sync on the dance floor.

"It's Vee, you can just call me Vee." She stuttered. The attractiveness of a man has never caused her to stutter, let alone cause her heart to skip a beat. She wondered what could possibly be happening to her as she stared into his sparkling emerald eyes. 

"Vee, huh? Is it short for something?" He smiled. "Veronica? or Victoria? or Valerie?"

"Just Vee." she replied, snapping out of her trance. 

"Just Vee it is." His big hands gripped her waist as he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. She melted at his touch, softly closing her eyelids, taking it all in. 

"By the way, Vee," he started to say as she snapped back to reality. "You are stunning." 

"Oh, thank you." Her cheeks burned. She would usually shoot back with a witty comment like "Is that the best you've got?", but right now nothing was coming to mind. She couldn't tell if it was the excessive amount of alcohol she had already consumed or if this particular male was actually leaving her speechless.

He turned her around so that they were face to face, their noses grazing each others. "I've been watching you all night," he started, and she would admit that that was slightly creepy, but said nothing as he continued. "You are one gorgeous creature. I couldn't help but to watch you move those hips of yours. Fascinating, truly fascinating."

"You are quite the one with words, aren't you?"

"I'm just telling the truth, love. Really, I'm fascinated by you. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night. You're driving me crazy."

"Really?" She bit her lip, looking up at the curly haired beauty. "How so?"

"I could show you, if you wanna get of here." he whispered his lips grazing her ear.

"Hmm," she started as if she was genuinely considering the idea. "I don't think so, I don't do one night stands." she said as she started to do her usual reject-walk-away-immediately move, but he took a hold of her waist, not letting her escape.

"I'm not letting you get away that easily." His voice sent shivers down her spine but she would never admit that his voice was by far the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. "As I said before, I've been watching you. You were right to walk away from all those other douchebags, but you'll regret walking away from me."

"I don't think you get to dictate who I dance with." 

The man scoffed. "You're telling me you'd rather be around one of those assholes? Seriously, they reek of desperateness. Those are the kinds of guys that'll lure you into bed and be finished in under five bloody minutes."

She laughed. "And how do I know you're any different?"

"I can prove it to you, if you let me." He whispered, brushing his lips lightly against hers. Her breath hitched in her throat and she couldn't possibly tear her eyes away from his if she tried. His lips were so close to hers and she wanted nothing more than to close the gap between them but she wasn't going to give in that easily. "Let me show you what those knobs could never do for you."

"Like I said," she started, a smirk forming on her lips. "I don't do one night stands." She slipped out of the boys grasp and made her way around the dance floor. 

She knew she couldn't go home with him. A guy like him was trouble for a girl like her. She was too vulnerable for another boy who's only intention is to sleep with her. Though, she couldn't seem to get his emerald green eyes out of her head as she danced with countless other boys in the club. 

She could feel his eyes on her, and out of the corner of her eye she glanced in his direction. Sure enough, he was leaning against the bar counter, staring straight at her. She turned around to face the boy dancing behind her and threw her hands around his neck, crashing her lips onto his. Maybe now he'll take a hint. 


"I really don't think you should drink much more."

"I reallly don't care what you think." She slurred as she shook her empty glass. "Just give me one more." She took the glass from the bartender and started to stumble away.

"Hey, you have to pay for your drinks!" He shouted after her. She kept walking until she felt a hand wrap around her arm.

"Don't touch me!" She jerked away from the bartender. 

"Here, put it on my tab." The same beautiful, green eyed boy from earlier said as he handed the bartender his credit card. "Are you alright, love?" He asked, turning to face her. 

"I'm fine." She slurred as she continued to sip her drink. 

"Let me call you a cab." He reached in his pocket for his phone.

"I don't need you to call me a cab." She rolled her eyes. "I said, I'm fine."

"You're hammered babe, you can't drive anywhere."

"Don't call me babe." She clumsily placed the glass back on the counter as the bartender handed the boy back his card. She knew she was very drunk and very much not fine at all, but her stubbornness prevented her from allowing the gorgeous boy to help.

She stumbled towards the door and noticed the boys footsteps trailing behind her. "I'm not letting you go home alone." 

"For the millionth time, I'm not going home with you."

"Just let me call you a cab, or walk you home."

"I don't need your help."

"How did you get here tonight? Did you drive?"

"In New York City? Who wants to do that? I live a few blocks away."

"So let me walk you home. You can't walk the streets of Manhattan alone at this time of night." She wasn't fond of the idea of company, but she was tired of arguing with him so she gave up and let him walk beside her.

They walked in silence and she was surprised that he wasn't trying to hit on her with all of this time alone they were sharing. As they walked she started to feel an overwhelming queasiness. "You alright?" He questioned, placing his warm hand on her bare shoulder. 

"I'm drunk." She replied, holding her stomach. 

He laughed. "I'm aware of that babe," she rolled her eyes at the statement. "C'mon, let's get you home."

She shook her head. "Why not? You wanna sleep on the concrete tonight?" She shook her head again and crouched lower to the ground. "Are you gonna be si-"

He was interrupted by the sound of her vomiting onto the grass. He sighed and pulled her hair back and she continued to throw up onto the ground beside them. "You'll be alright, love." He said softly as he rubbed her back. 

As soon as she'd finished throwing up all the alcohol in her system, she fell back onto the sidewalk. "Feeling any better?"

She just groaned and laid back onto the concrete. "Let's just get you home, you can't sleep on the sidewalk."

"But I'm comfy here."

"You won't be when you wake up darling."

"Just let me lay here for a little. I'm so tired of walking." She slurred, as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

The boy took a seat next to her. "Why won't you let me help you?" He sighed, looking over at the drunken girl.

"Because you don't want to help me. You want to sleep with me."

He tried to hold back a smile as the thought of sleeping with the stunning girl crossed his mind. He'd had his share of one night stands, and he usually wasn't too particular about looks. The easiest one to get into bed was the one he'd bring home for the night. But Vee, the second he'd laid eyes on her in the club, he knew he needed to have her. She was a stunner, for sure.

"As much I do want to sleep with you," he started and he noticed the girl roll her eyes. "I don't particularly like leaving a damsel in distress to fight her battles alone. Even if her only battles are an annoying bartender and walking herself home drunk."

She said nothing and continued to stare up at the sky. "C'mon, you need to get home." He helped her to stand and she groaned as soon as her feet hit the concrete. 

"Nooo, no no. My feet hurt so bad." 

"Well," he placed one arm around her shoulders and hooked his other arm under her knees, brushing her off her feet as she squealed. "Tell me the way then, princess."

"Don't call me princess."


A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I have lots planned for this story and I'm super excited to write it! Feedback is always appreciated!!

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