Wednesday felt the jerk of the bus under her, finally stopping after an entire night on the road. She opened her bleary eyes, sliding the window curtain open slightly to see the large underground carpark they'd pulled up into. With a yawn, she grabbed her phone. 11:04 in the morning. Stretching out, she opened the bunk curtain to see the others on the bus slowly start to get themselves ready to get off and check into their hotel rooms.

She greeted the rest of the band before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag, making her way towards the exit. The slightly humid underground air greeted her as she stepped off and looked around to the boy's bus, seeing that no-one had come off just yet.

Pulling out her phone, she checked her notifications, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram until the driver pulled her suitcase from the storage, passing it along to her. Wednesday turned with it rolling behind her, following the direction everyone was heading in towards the elevators.

"What are you saying then Wednesday? Night out in the Dam tonight?" an Irish voice shouted from behind her.

She turned around, seeing a flush of blonde hair. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes.

"I don't think I have the energy."

"Don't be boring. You're supposed to be my fun partner in crime! Harry, tell her," Niall said.

"Wednesday, I don't think you have a choice," Harry's raspy voice said, and she looked back to see him rolling his suitcase alongside Niall.

His hair was wildly ruffled, like he'd just woken up. Black ray bans shielded his eyes and Wednesday had to hold herself back from making a sarcastic comment about how much of a dick he looked wearing sunglasses inside.

She sighed, stopping as she got to the lifts and pressing the button.

"Why do I have to go? Can't you two take one for the team tonight and allow me a night off?"

Wednesday had lost track of the number of times they'd already dragged her and various others to the club after the shows. They were barely even a quarter of the way into the tour, but she thought she might throw up if she saw another tequila shot ever again.

"No, I'm afraid not. Are you forgetting you're 19 and not 50 years old?" Niall asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She ignored the snigger from Harry.

"If there's one thing I am forgetting, it's what it feels like to wake up and not be hungover," she replied curtly, stepping into the elevator.

The others followed behind her, Harry pressing the button to the ground floor.

"It's your last year of teenage freedom though," Harry countered, looking to her with his most convincing face. "Got to take advantage and live life to the fullest."

Wednesday leant her head back against the mirror wall, knowing that they weren't going to ease up on the incessant peer pressure until she gave in. They both looked at her with smirks, knowing she was about to cave in at any moment and she hated it.

"Fucking hell, fine! I'll come out with you." She watched them high five with a grimace, rolling her eyes. "But," she added with a warning tone. "I'm not drinking."

Niall rolled his eyes as a grin formed on Harry's lips.

"Sure you're not," Niall responded with an unconvinced tone.

10 hours later, after a much-needed sleep and wind down, Wednesday knocked on Harry's door whilst adjusting her black dress self-consciously.

The door swung open to reveal Harry's tall physique, and as her eyes travelled over his outfit, his travelled over hers. His hair had been washed and pushed back under a fedora hat. He was wearing his trusty black skinny jeans, along with a red oversized flannel shirt and those tattered boots he loved so much. Wednesday zoned in on the way his cross necklace shone against his tanned skin, the buttons on his top only barely done up past his belly button. His tattoos painted his skin, the contrast enticing to look at.

"Eyes up here Green," he said, his fingers pointing to his own eyes. Heat swarmed her cheeks as she looked back to his face quickly, seeing his amused smirk.

"Shut up," she replied, pushing past him. "I was just trying to understand the point of you wearing a shirt if your tits are going to be out in it anyway."

Niall laughed from where he was laid on the bed, and she noted he was in his usual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. The snapback on his head was backwards too, as always.

He whistled lowly, his eyebrows raising.

"Well, someone decided to go all out tonight."

"This was the last clean thing outfit I had to wear in my suitcase that was acceptable for a night out," she said unsurely.

Looking down to her outfit that consisted of a plain black bodycon dress and her doc martens, she furrowed her brows. It didn't seem that much different to how she usually dressed, did it? Though, she had applied her makeup with a heavy hand, opting for a smoky, glittery eye and a nude lip. And her hair, usually long and straight, had been quickly curled into long waves.

"It's not bad. You look nice," Harry said, brushing past her and sitting on the chair in the corner of his room, pulling out his phone as he chewed on his cheek.

Wednesday quickly smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before sitting on the edge of the bed at Niall's feet.

"So, what time are we heading out?" she asked.

"About half an hour. Just getting the cars ready and waiting for security," Niall replied.

He quickly produced something from beside the bed, holding it up to the others with a grin. As Wednesday focused on what he held, her stomach did a flip.

Sambuca.

"Oh god, no. Anything but sambuca," Wednesday groaned, already feeling sick at the thought.

"What? It's delicious," Niall shrugged, unscrewing the cap and taking a long gulp that made her grimace.

"Oi dickhead, we all need to drink that. Get your lips off of it," Harry said, shaking his head as he stared in disgust at his actions.

"Killjoy," Niall mumbled, grabbing three cups from the bedside table and filling them up with a generous amount of the clear liquid. "Here you go gang. Let's start the night off right."

Wednesday took the cup from him, looking down to it uneasily. The smell of aniseed was already filling her nostrils, making her stomach clench.

"Well, cheers I guess," Harry stated, standing up and walking to the bed where they sat, bringing his cup down to knock against theirs in a cheers.

She brought it up to her lips, swallowing it all down quickly. Wincing at the taste, she looked to Niall, who was already pouring more out. It was going to be a messy night.

Pulling out her phone, she whistled at the other two.

"Smile," she encouraged, watching as Harry put his arm around Niall, both of them smiling.

The flash went off as she took the picture, admiring it.

"Come on then, let's go," Niall said.

Hours later, when she'd lost count of the number of drinks she'd had and the harsh bass of the nightclub music thumped in her ears, Wednesday hazily looked around.

They were sat in a private booth, overlooking the dancefloor. The sofa was circular, allowing a near 360 view of everyone sat down on it and in the middle, was a large table that was ladened with copious amounts of booze. And some illegal substances that Wednesday had chosen to ignore.

She looked to her left, seeing Niall currently preoccupied with the brunette straddling his lap. He was biting his lip, letting his hands rest on her behind. Completely in a world of his own and loving it from the expression on his face. Her head lolled to the random people sat opposite her, vague friends of the guys and people they'd met on the night that they'd invited into the booth. Wednesday squinted at them, watching as they filmed each other and took photos with the glasses of champagne in their hands. She didn't know them, but she seemed to know enough about the type of people they were to not want to engage in conversation with them.

Her gaze fell to her right. There, Harry sat smiling, listening intently to the blonde girl shouting something into his ear. His hat had long since been lost, ever since Niall decided to throw it into the crowd below. Wednesday's face contorted into an expression of contempt as she watched, unable to reign in her emotions when she was this drunk. Her breaths came out heavy, her eyes droopy. He turned his head to say something back to her, putting his mouth practically on her ear. Her eyes dragged over the girl. She had long blonde hair, barely any makeup. Her body was long and slender. Even her skin was perfectly tanned.

She pulled her eyes away, feeling like she suddenly needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Grabbing another two shots of tequila from the table, she downed them in quick succession, not even wincing.

"I'm going to dance," she said to no-one, standing up uneasily and turning around, going down the stairs to the main dancefloor the booth overlooked.

They wouldn't notice her missing presence anyway.

She weaved her way through the mass of sweaty bodies, unable to care as her hands found a pathway to the centre of the floor. The beat pulsed through her, coming through the ground. People swayed and jumped and danced in every way possible. The strobe lights only partly illuminated the crowd, and after a few minutes she found the perfect spot, under the disco ball.

Her head lulled back as she listened to the music, closing her eyes and swaying to the beat. If she had been sober, she would never have danced like this, open and freely. But with the amount of alcohol lacing her blood, making her inhibitions disappear and all of her problems fade into oblivion, she let her body take control. She moved the way she imagined confident girls danced, sensually and slowly.

A smile crept up onto her lips, enjoying the way she felt in that moment. Like she was the only person that existed in her small world. Like she had no cares or worries.

The songs changed, chorusing through a range of genres from tacky 80s to 90s hip hop, earning scores of cheers from the crowd. She could feel the multiple people around her, but they didn't register.

In that moment, she felt electric.

"Are you dancing without me?" a familiar voice said into her ear.

Her eyes opened slowly to see Harry's inebriated grin, his face inches from hers. She could smell his aftershave, the warm vanilla notes surrounding her entirely.

"You were all busy," she replied, continuing to sway with the same goofy grin.

"I'm never too busy for you," he said, his lips pulling up instantly. His dimples were deep, his smile boyish.

Wednesday couldn't fight her smile, letting it rest on her lips as she looked up at him. He was always flirty when drunk.

"Dance with me then," she said, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Her hands found his as she pulled him closer, swaying stupidly as he released a laugh. His fingers laced through hers, starting to let himself loosen up as he began to move too. They jokingly pulled apart and crashed together again multiple times, his arms finding their strength as he began to sway them in sync, holding her close to him. She laughed loudly; her head thrown into his chest.

It was like no-one else existed but them. Their drunk movements weren't in line with the beat of the song, not even a little bit. But they didn't care. Because all their world consisted of in that moment was the two of them. And how happy they were. Harry's toothy smile made Wednesday's entire body feel weak and she couldn't stop her own smile as she looked up at him, feeling his fingers between hers.

A familiar song began to drift through the speakers, the sound of saxophones filling the room. People around them shouted their appreciation, excited for the smooth remixed tones of the song playing.

Careless Whisper.

They slowed down, laughs echoing between them as they stopped moving so violently. Wednesday's eyes, droopy from the drink and crinkled from contentment, found solace in his green ones. She could see the thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, a few strands of hair sticking down. His smile was winding down, his body almost pressed against hers.

He looked back to her with an expression she couldn't read; at least, not at her level of inebriety. She noticed the way his breathing got slightly quicker, his body tensing up slightly. Like he was hesitating. His gaze dropped down to her lips and suddenly, her breathing seemed to stop. Her lips parted instinctively, unable to focus on anything else other than him.

The dynamic between them shifted. In a moment, the air had become thick, tense with whatever was happening. His eyes moved back up to hers, seemingly searching for something. Without missing a beat, her face inched ever so slightly towards him. The thudding in her ears almost drowned out the music, but she wanted to be closer. She wondered if he could see her pulse, harshly beating in her neck.

He licked his lips apprehensively, making their cherry pink colour even more apparent. She couldn't help but look down to his too, seeing how they glistened in the light. Even through the strobe lights hitting his face, she could see how pink they were.

Suddenly, his head began to lower, so slowly Wednesday thought she might combust. Her head was spinning, her mind racing. All she knew was that his face was getting closer to hers, his hands on her hips now feeling like strikes of lightening. Her breathing was coming out ragged in anticipation for what was about to happen.

When his face was only an inch from hers, he looked back to her eyes, darting between them. Her head was swimming in his beauty, in his touch, in his aura. She realised then that she was fully ready for what was about to happen. There wasn't a bone in her body that would protest against it. And so, she closed her eyes, leaning forward and closing the gap between them.

Her lips found his and immediately upon their touch, her entire body turned to jelly. She inhaled, the shock of it forcing all the air from her lungs. The kiss wasn't urgent or frenzied. It was gentle and slow, like he didn't want to do anything wrong. But Wednesday couldn't remember a time in her life where something had ever felt so right. Their lips started to work together, smoothly and softly. No kiss Wednesday had experienced before had ever felt like this. Like it ignited her entire body, down to her toes.

She nearly whined when she felt his hand leave her hip, instantly missing the warmth. But a second later it was placed instead onto her warm cheek, cupping her face softly. She felt like she was melting into his touch, confident that pretty soon she wouldn't be anything other than a puddle on the floor. George Michael's faint voice was the only sound she could hear over her own heartbeat.

Her hand lifted to hold onto his arm that was by the side of his face as the kiss deepened, both of their mouths opening. The intensity heightened, the pace quickening ever so slightly, like they were hungry for more. Neither of them broke apart, not wanting it to be over. As they stood there, interlocked in every single way, it was like they were one. His lips felt so good, better than she could ever possibly guessed. She felt high on him, like he was a drug she needed desperately.

His hand gripped her hip tighter, pulling her as close to him as was possible. Her loose hand rested on his shoulder, slowly snaking its way up to the nape of his neck. She let her nails run through the hair, tracing his skin and he moaned into her mouth at the action, making her entire body feel like she was on fire.

They broke the kiss, foreheads touching as they both breathed heavily, almost gasping for breath. His hand was still cupping her cheek, her hand on his arm. She opened her eyes, seeing how dark his had become, pupils dilated in the moment. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he regained his breath, looking into her eyes like he was trying to gage how she felt.

She opened her mouth to say something, until a voice that wasn't her own sounded out.

"Oi, lovebirds. We're leaving now, come on," Niall yelled beside them, making them break eye contact and look to him. He was smirking, seeing their flushed faces and reddened lips, their hands still on each other.

Out of instinct, Wednesday dropped her hand, taking a step back. Harry turned round to her, feeling her touch leaving him. Niall began to move away, waving for them to follow but they stood still. She looked to Harry sheepishly, the reality of what they'd just done hitting her. Biting her lip, she found his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking or feeling. Whether he regretted it or not.

And then, without warning, he leant forward and quickly pressed a peck to her lips. She froze up at the sensation, not even having time to process the feeling when he moved away, flashing her a smile before lacing his fingers through hers and gesturing his head to the exit.

"Come on, let's go."

30 minutes later, after finally making it back to their hotel, they entered the elevator as they headed back to their floor. Though Wednesday was exhausted, her eyes barely managing to stay open, she felt her heartbeat through her chest as she looked down to where her and Harry's hands were lightly grazing, their little fingers hooked around each other. They stood at the back of the lift, silent against the noise of the others in front of them who were oblivious to the way they were touching.

A ping sounded out as they reached their floor, the doors sliding open. Niall, whose arm was slung around the brunette's shoulder, exited first, shouting about the party carrying on in his room. The others followed, loud in their drunkenness. Wednesday swallowed, feeling her heart quicken as her and Harry were the last to get out.

They walked out side by side slowly, no longer touching. But she felt like she was almost choking on the tension in the air, unsure of what to say as her nerves scorched every inch of her. She saw her own door fast approaching, her heart thumping as she closed the gap between the white wood and herself. The others had disappeared into Niall's room, leaving just her and Harry in the hallway.

Turning to Harry with her lips caught between her teeth, she found it hard to find to find her voice, let alone say anything. His eyes were bloodshot from the drink, his cheeks still flushed.

"Well, this is me," she said, pushing her hair behind her ear.

She saw him visibly swallow as he nodded, his lips curling to one side.

"Okay."

"Okay," she repeated, releasing a shaky breath. She looked down to the room key in her hand and turned slightly to swipe it, hearing the door unlock.

Turning back to him once more and feeling her heart still beating fast in her chest, she forced a small smile.

"Good night Harry."