Meet Me In the Hallway

We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached, but I could tell that something had changed - how you looked at me then.


A story in which a college student and an ex-performer are brought together at a downtown bar by a twist of fate.

*characters are not affiliated with real people, just their physical appearances and anything stated*

[WARNING: Strong language, Drug abuse, Sexual content]

copyright © justins_only_babe 2017



3. three

= Layne =


Instead of  maneuvering his way between people, they move for him. And before I know it, we're talking to the bartender.


"Yes, hello," Harry says cheerfully, his hand still holding mine, "we'll have two jack-and-cokes, please."


My face scrunches up and I make a strange noise. Harry looks at me, his face full of confusion.


"What? You don't like jack and coke?" He asks.


"It's not really my cup of joe," I say. I take my hand out of his and tuck my hair behind my ear.


He chuckles lightly, "the phrase is 'cup of tea'."


"I know, but I don't like tea. So it wouldn't make any sense for me to say it's 'not my cup of tea' if I don't like tea, because then it would be my cup of tea." I explain.


The confusion on Harry's face morphs into a smile and he shakes his head. "You're crazy."


I laugh at his comment and the bartender has brought us our drinks. Harry catches her attention and orders me a Sex On the Beach. Now it's my turn to give him a confused look.


He takes a long drink from one of his two glasses.  When he sees my expression he puts his glass down and sighs. "Are you telling me you don't like that drink either?"


He is now sitting down on one of the stools and leaning against the bar. The half empty glass is in his hand and his bag is at his feet. As I'm standing in front of him, I notice that his left arm is covered in tattoos. The first one I notice is a faded rose. Then I notice a cross on the hand that's holding his glass. My eyes wander up his wrist and stop on an anchor. I'm not sure why, but I really like that one.


"Hello?" A hand is waving in my face and my eyes snap back to Harry's.


I smile shyly, "no, sorry. I like the drink, I just find it odd that you ordered me a Sex On the Beach instead of a beer, or something."


He brings his glass back to his lips and smiles. My drink is then delivered and Harry hands it to me instantly. I take the straw between my fingers and sip.


Someone squeezes behind me and I stumble forward toward Harry. His hand falls onto my hip and steadies me.


"I just thought you deserved something better." He's charming. Too charming.


Honestly, I don't think I'd mind him being the first one on my list.


"Why are you in America?" I change the subject.


He takes a deep breath and picks up the second drink. "Not important. Do you live downtown?"


He dismisses the question so quickly that it makes me uneasy. "Yes. Why are you in America?"


His eyebrows shoot up, "you're very persistent."


"I mean, it's not everyday you meet a British man at a bar in Chicago." I finish off my drink and place the cup on the bar.


He laughs and scoots both of his glasses away from him. "I came here with a friend of mine. We came here for business."


"Oh, what business?"


He clenches his jaw, "it doesn't matter anymore. It fell through."




"What about you? Why are you here in the grand city of Chicago?" His hand squeezes my hip slightly and I lean closer to him.


"College. I got a scholarship to CCC."


"Nice, is it your first year?"


"No, this will be my third. Are you in college, or did you go to college?"


"Nope, never needed it. Anyway, would you like another drink? I've only had three tonight and I'm not as drunk as I'd like to be yet."


I cross my arms over my chest and lean back again. His hand slides off my hip and onto the stool. "And how drunk would you like to get tonight?"


He shrugs, "depends."






I'm taken aback by his answer. It was so quick and nonchalant. That certainly isn't what I expected. I don't even know what that means. How much he drinks depends on me? What about me? "What?"


He calls the bartender over and orders two shots of vodka. "Let's put it this way, if you think this is going well, I won't get completely plastered because I'd actually like to remember you for future reference. If you don't think this is going well, I'll let you get back to your friend and I'll find my friends, get shit-faced, and forget any of this ever happened."


The bartender returns with the shots and he takes one and hands me the other. We make eye-contact, clink the glasses together, and down them. He makes a face and my lip twitches. I've never liked traditional vodka - raspberry vodka is a different story.


It's not that I don't think this is going well. I didn't think this was going anywhere at all, actually. I don't want him to get wasted because Lord knows what could happen to him. But I'm not sure if I really want him to remember this either. After looking into those piercing green eyes for an hour, I don't think I'll ever forget him - no matter how drunk I get tonight.


He orders another two shots but I stop the bartender before she can get them. "Don't, I think we've had enough. Thank you."


She nods and walks off to help someone else.


Harry gives me a quizzical look and I look at his arms rather than his face. "I think it's going pretty well. But really, it all depends on you. It's your liver."


He throws his head back and laughs. His elbow is holding his weight against the bar and his hand covers his smirk. He's looking up at me and I feel his other hand connect to my lower back. Slowly, I'm pressed against his chest and my arms are around his neck.


"Luckily for my liver," he moves his hand from his mouth and runs his fingers through my hair, "I think tonight is going pretty well, too." His lips are against my neck and they softly press a kiss to my collarbone.


Men I've Slept With Since I Moved to Chicago:

Harry . . .


"What's your last name?" I ask as his lips trail slowly toward my jaw.


I can feel him smile as he answers, "Styles"


Harry Styles.


Damn, if that isn't a name for the books, I don't know what is.


One of his hands begins to slide down my back to my ass. I lean further against him and he groans against my neck. My fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. I gasp when he moves to the spot right below my ear, and I become putty in his hands.


"You know," I choke, "I'd like to say the first thing I noticed about you was your eyes. But-"


"But what," he hums.


I laugh lightly as his hands begin to massage my rear, making it incredibly hard to talk. "But, I mean, you're carrying a bag."


He stops his assault on my neck and rests his forehead against my throat. His shoulders shake under my arms as he laughs. I chuckle along with him and he buries his head further into me. When I shriek slightly, I know the alcohol has almost made its way completely through my system. My hands cup his face and pull it up so I can look at him. A smile is still playing on his drunken lips and all I want to do is kiss him. I can tell by the way he's staring at my mouth that he wants to kiss me too, but his eyes flash to my eyes.


"Let's get out of here, yeah?" He whispers.


I nod and let go of his face as he stands. Harry pulls his bag over his shoulder and takes my hand in his. We stumble and fall a little bit as we make our way through the crowd. I see Ed and his friends. They're laughing and drinking. I make a mental note to text him later to let him know I'm okay.


Once we're outside of the bar, Harry stops and looks at me. I raise an eyebrow in question.


"Where is your apartment?" He asks.


I furrow my brows. "Why don't we go to yours?"


He sighs, "it's on the other side of the city. I was staying with my mate tonight."


Our hands are still connected so I pull him in the direction of my apartment. We both walk faster than normal and we don't say a word. We're together right now for one reason and one reason only. I don't think either of us want this to go any further than that reason.


When we are about a block away from my apartment, Harry's hand slips away and I stop to look at him. He stopped walking as well and now has a cigarette between his lips. He cups the hand that was laced with mine over the flame and lights it. A puff of smoke escapes his lips and he begins walking again. He shoves the lighter in his bag. I stand still as he passes me, but his fingers find mine again and pulls me along with him.


The rest of the walk to my apartment isn't as rushed as before, but we're certainly not taking a stroll. Before we enter my building, Harry puts his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot and throws it onto the sidewalk. I begin walking up the stairs to my floor and Harry follows close behind. We make it to my door and I'm fumbling with my keys because Harry's hand has found its way to my hip, and he's pressed himself against my back.


As soon as I open the door, we fall into my apartment. Harry closes the door behind him, throws his bag on my counter, and takes off his shirt. His hands fall into my hair and he presses his lips against mine with so much force, and passion, and lust. He tastes like vodka and cigarettes. His lips are so soft and smooth, yet dominating and hard. He tugs at my hair slightly and I gasp. He smiles against my lips and works his way down my neck. I pull off my flannel and his hands move to the hem of my shirt. After I'm left in my pants and bra, Harry moves his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. My hands tangle in his hair and pull on the roots. He lets out a deep groan. His legs move beneath me as he walks us to my bed.


Gently, he lays me down and kneels in front of me on the floor. Harry's fingers unbutton and unzip my pants, then hooks them into my belt loops and pulls. He tugs my jeans all the way off and presses his lips to my lower stomach. He feverishly works his way up my body and comes back to my lips.


My hands go down to his jeans and pitifully attempt to take them off. Harry stands up straight and takes them off himself. He falls back onto me, kissing me with full force. His skin is so smooth against mine. As my hands wander his body, I can feel his muscles contracting under his skin. His arm reaches behind me and lifts me off the bed. His free hand unclasps my bra. I assist him and slide the straps down my arms. The garment gets thrown to the side, his lips and hands take it's place.


Eventually, Harry gets up and walks to his bag. He comes back with a small package and tears it open with his teeth.


Before I know it, he's back on top of me and we're a moaning, sweaty, tangled mess in between my sheets.



Hey y'all, i hope you're enjoying the story !! also i know how cringey it can be for the characters to fuck right after they meet but please keep in mind that this is a one night stand and that shit like that happens

i guess what I'm saying is please don't give up on this story !!!

anyway, i hope you enjoy all this wild ass shit

thanks for reading !!


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