*Harry*

"What the fuck is taking them so long?"

At least another thirty minutes had gone by, and it was several minutes past eight. I tried to sneak a glance at Samantha whilst she was changing, but she was clever enough to shut her blinds this time.

Liam looked to me and shook his head. "Relax mate. There's no rush." I wish I hadn't drank so damn much because I would've already left by this point. "They're taking fucking forever. Let's just ditch them."

"Damn mate. That's a bit cold, don't you think" Turning to look at the doorway, I felt my stomach drop to my fucking knees. My hands became clammy, and I felt my chest tighten as well. There stood Samantha and holy fuck did she look different. It was definitely a good different and strong desire and lust I had for her previously, only seemed to deepen in that moment.

"Holy shit Sam! Look at you."

Snapping from my thoughts, I watched as each boy pulled her into a hug. Oh how I wanted to fucking fight a bitch right now. I could tell she wasn't used to such attention, and her cheeks and ears were bright pink. The poor thing was so nervous, and I wish she was mine so I would be the only one she could hug. "Thanks you guys." Her nervous eyes scanned the room, before finally settling on me. She quickly looked away, and it pained me. I was a fool for kissing her earlier. I should've waited for a better opportunity.

"Are we ready?" Liam had begun twirling his car keys on his finger, and was leaning up against the front door. He received a chorus of 'yeah's' and I watched as everyone scrambled to get outside. We'd have to take two cars to get there since there were indeed ten of us. Liam's car held seven, and since Michael had a Mustang he could only fit four. "I'll take these three. You got the rest?" Michael asked, pointing to Calum, Luke and Ashton. Liam gave him a thumbs up, before unlocking his car.

"You wanna sit up front?" Liam asked Sam. "Oh no that's okay. I'm the smallest so I can sit in the back." "No! Sit up front, it's okay." Louis smiled at her, and even opened the car door for her. Thanking him, she slipped into the passenger seat, and I slid into the middle row of seats beside Louis. Zayn and Niall were both sitting in the very back, and obviously Liam was driving.

"So are you excited?" Liam asked Samantha, switching on the radio. I was sitting right behind Liam, so I could see Samantha perfectly and I was beyond grateful for it. She shuffled a bit in her seat, and crossed her legs. They were so smooth and tan, I felt my mind begin to wander. "A bit. I never go out so it'll be a new thing for me."

"I wish we got along more back in high school. The lot of us could've gone to parties all the time." "At least we can make up for that time now." I was a bit taken back by what Samantha said, and glared at Liam as he laughed. I knew she wasn't trying to flirt, but it's what I perceived it as. "Fuck yeah! It'll be nice to even out the dicks in the group too." Louis teased, pinching her arm. Laughing, she swatted at his hand to which he began laughing. He only stopped upon the two of us making eye contact. I'm sure I looked pissed and all he could do was roll his eyes.

"So. How drunk can we get you?" Niall screamed from the back. I really didn't want her drinking, but I knew it wasn't my place to say that so I kept silent. "Oh god Niall. I don't want a hangover." "Where's the fun in that?" Louis chuckled. "We'll see boys." Her voice was so soft and inviting, her eyes so kind. I really hated what she did to me. "C'mon woman. You've gotta get buzzed at the least." Zayn complained, shaking Lou's headrest since he sat behind him. "I'll have a couple drinks and see. Don't we need a DD?" Louis shook his head and proceeded to elbow my side. "Nah. That's what we have Harry for."

We made eye contact in the rearview mirror and she nervously laughed. "Who'll drive Michael and the others?" As Liam came to a stop at a red light, he turned to look at her. "Ashton will. He doesn't drink much to begin with." Samantha nodded, and folded her hands in her lap. "Thanks for letting me come. I don't have many friends other than Niall so I appreciate it, really." Samantha turned in her seat and gave us all a smile. Each boy returned it, except for myself. I had to play the part so I rolled my eyes, and looked out into the darkness.

"Well you two are welcome any time." Liam informed her, patting her leg. Again, I felt my stomach turn with jealousy. He may be my brother but that didn't mean he could put his hands on her like that. "How much longer?" I snapped impatiently. Truth being told I just wanted to get Samantha alone at some point so I could apologize; or try to at least.

"Twenty minutes dude, just chill."

*Sami*

"Fuck yeah!"

All the boys, other than Harry of course, held up their glass to me as I slammed my empty shot glass down on the bar. In all honesty, I didn't know what time it was or how many drinks I'd had. I lost count after four. The boys just kept buying me stuff, and handing them off to me. It was a bit difficult at first, but after the fourth one; they went down like water.

Giggling, I took a sip from the beverage that Calum had bought me. I'm pretty sure it was a vodka cranberry, or maybe it was tequila. I'd had so much at this point it all looked and tasted the same to me.

"I need to pee." I slurred, jumping from the barstool. "Need help?" Ashton asked, catching me as I tripped. Laughing, I shoved him away and shook my head. "You stay right here mister." Even though I was pretty far gone, I could still decipher what was being said. "Babe are you sure?" Zayn asked, turning around in his chair to look at me. "I'm a big girl. I'll be fine!"

Both Ashton and Zayn gave me a nervous look, and I playfully hit them. "I'll literally be like five minutes, okay?" "Fine. I'm coming after you if you're not back then." Ashton warned, pointing his finger at me. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my purse from my chair. "Yes dad." "I'm serious Samantha." "Ashton chill. I'll be fine." I was beginning to hiccup, so the alcohol was definitely kicking in. As much as Ashton was right, I was content with being stubborn; it was rather amusing.

He gave me an unconvincing look, and smiling at him; I began to make my way toward the bathrooms. Since I was in heels and intoxicated, it was rather challenging. I kept stumbling and had to use to the wall to keep regaining my balance. Though it was a chore, I eventually made it and collapsed into one of the stalls. Locking myself in, I collapsed onto the toilet and began to pee. I didn't think I could hold so much urine, and finally after several minutes, I was done. Flushing, I gathered up my belongings and then washed my hands and dried them.

Fastening the strap on my purse, I pushed open the bathroom door and began to make my way back toward where our tables were. As I was doing so, I felt the urge to vomit and knew I needed fresh air. Pushing through sweaty bodies, I eventually made it and sighed in relief. I instantly felt better, and leaned up against one of the walls. I'm sure Ashton and Zayn were panicking, but I wouldn't be long. I just needed a couple of minutes. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breathe and tried my best to avoid breathing in all of the nicotine spoke that was being blown around out here.

"You look like you're ready to go home." A low voice chuckled.

Snapping my eyes open, I looked to my right to see a young man leaning up against the wall beside me. In one hand he held a beer and in his other hand, he held a cigarette and took a long drag from it. He was rather handsome, but then again that could be the alcohol playing tricks on me. Laughing, I shook my head and peeled myself from the wall. "I just needed the fresh air."

"You want a hit?" Holding out the cigarette to me, I politely declined. "No thanks. I don't smoke." "Can I buy you a drink at least?" Though intoxicated, I was smart enough to not accept drinks from strangers. "That's kind of you, but I'm cut off for the night. I need to play mom later." "You have kids?" He questioned, taking a sip from his bottle. I laughed once more and shook my head. "No, but I've got several friends here who'll need me."

"Ah, so you didn't come here with someone then?" As he smirked, I suddenly felt uneasy. "I mean I did but-" He cut me off, and took a step closer to me. "But you're not with any of them." I'm sure I could've gotten off with lying and claiming that one was my boyfriend, but I found myself speaking the truth. "Right." "How the fuck are you single?" He had taken another step closer to me, and at this point I could smell the tequila and beer on his breathe. This was all honestly causing me to sober up, but the alcohol was still coursing through my system. "I just am. Nobody has fit my expectations yet." "Oh yeah? You have high standards?"

Shifting uncomfortably, I hiccuped. Fuck. "I suppose." Does alcohol hit you harder when you stand up? Holy shit. I felt myself becoming more intoxicated even though I was just standing here. "How bout I take you back to mine love? I'm sure I'll exceed your expectations." I felt my stomach drop with his words and began to shake my head. "My friends are actually calling for me. I gotta go." I went to walk away, but he grabbed hold of my purse and yanked me back.

Stumbling into his arms, he dropped his cigarette to the ground and removed his hand from my purse to wrap around my arm. "I don't think they are love." Tears began to sprout in my eyes, and I winced as he slammed me up against the brick wall. My head instantly began to spin, and as I tried running from him again, he only tightened his grip. "Nah-uh. We'll have none of that."

Shoving me back against the wall again, he began to attack my neck with kisses. I whimpered under his touch and tried to push him off. "Please get off of me." I knew there was no use in screaming, for the music was way too loud and there were far too many people blocking us. "Why don't we take this to my car, yeah?" I felt my eyes widen as his hand slipped under my skirt and trailed up my thigh. "Get off of me!" I had raised my voice a bit, but of course nobody cared. Everyone was too drunk, high or just assumed we were a rowdy couple.

Keeping his free hand on my inner thigh, he wrapped his other hand around my neck. "Shut the hell up and deal with it."

Sobs racked my body, and as his lips trailed over my neck once more; he was ripped off of me. "Get the fuck off of her!" I was expecting to see Zayn or Niall, and nearly fainted upon seeing an enraged looking Harry instead. "Who the fuck are you?" The guy who had groped me spat. Harry's eyes were near black, and his jaw was so clenched it looked as if it might break. "Her fucking boyfriend." Immediately the guys eyes widened, as he raised his hands in defense. "Sorry mate, I thought she was single." Throwing him to the ground roughly, Harry peered down at him. "Stay the fuck away from her." Standing to his feet, the guy brushed the dust from his pants. "Whatever dude. She was fucking asking for it anyways. Have you seen her clothes. She's dressed like a slut. Maybe you should contro-" Harry didn't let him finish before he brought his fist back and squared the guy right in his nose.

Collapsing to the ground again, Harry roughly kicked him in his stomach. "The fuck you say about her?" At this point people had begun to circle around us, and I was crying harder. "Harry stop." I cried out, clutching my purse tightly. Coughing up blood, the guy gave Harry a dirty look. "Your girl is a slut. She was asking f-" Again, Harry punched him in his face, blood spraying from his mouth. "You wanna finish that sentence?" "Harry stop, please." I begged, taking a step closer to him.

The guy shook his head, and coughed up more blood. Bending down to his height, Harry grabbed him by his shirt collar and forced his head to meet mine. "Fucking apologize to her." The guy stayed silent until Harry began to twist his arm. "Harry stop it!" My voice had raised, and I was shaking my head. "Now!" Harry screamed. "I'm sorry." The guy cried out. "It's okay." I whispered.

Harry's face hardened even more, and he kicked the guy again. "The fuck it is. If I ever see you around her again, I'll kill you next time." Delivering another blow to the guys face, I finally reached out to grab Harry. "Harry!" Turning to face me, his face immediately softened. "I'm fine, okay? Look." Everybody that had previously circled us, went about their own business again; just leaving the two of us and the bloody man on the floor. He was sobbing at this point and had curled up into a ball. "He didn't hurt you?" What the fuck? Why was he so concerned all of a sudden. "No, I'm fine." "Good. I'm taking you back home." Turing around, Harry began to walk toward the exit. "What? No. I wanna stay here." Harry quickly spun around and gave me a look so dark, it would've scared anyone. "I mean I'm tired anyways, let's go." Nodding in satisfaction, Harry walked off. This bitch thinks I'm listening? Ha, as if.

The second his back was to me, I took off back inside and over to where the boys were. "Where the fuck have you been?" Ashton snapped. Rolling my eyes, I ignored him and quickly downed my drink. "Samantha?" Ashton raised his voice, but again I blew him off and finished his drink as well. "Hey! That was mine!" Ignoring him, I proceeded to finish the rest of the drinks at the table. I didn't know who had ordered what, or what anything was; but by the time Harry had found me again, I was at least four more drinks in.

"What the fuck Sam?" As Harry strode over to me, I giggled and rolled my eyes. "Oh stop it you party pooper. I wanna stay here." Pointing his hand to the door, he inched his face close to mine. "Get you ass outside." "The fuck? Why are you taking her home?" Louis asked confused. "She's drunk, it's late and I'm tired. We'll take an uber." "Nah, take the car. We're gonna go to the place next door and might grab a hotel." Liam tossed Harry the keys, and I sulked in my seat. "I'm not drunk or ready to leave." "Samantha, now." Harry warned, his voice darkening. "Fuck you Harry. I'm not going anywhere."

The whole of that lasted about five seconds, before I was being lifted over his shoulder and carried outside. "Put me down you oaf!" I snapped, pounding on his back. He remained silent the entire walk to the car, and only spoke after setting me in the passenger seat. "Stay buckled." Rolling my eyes, I sulked low in the passenger seat and gave him a dirty look. "I wanted to stay." "Why? So you could get harassed some more and have another one of us come to your rescue? You're welcome for that by the way." "You're too controlling." I slurred out, looking to the window. "Because I'm protecting you? Jesus Samatha that guy took advantage of you. You're lucky I got there when I did." "You're not my boyfriend Harry. Stop acting like it!" I fired back.

"You need to calm the hell down. I was protecting you from that fucking piece of shit creep. Be grateful I even care about you enough to do that? Or would you rather have me sit back and watch him take advantage of you." Tears had begun to fall from my eyes, and I was quick to wipe them away. Harry was right. That guy would've done something far worse had he not been there. I was just being stubborn and ungrateful due to our mutual hatred for another. "I'm sorry." I whispered, wiping away another tear. "Thank you. You're right."

Harry had begun driving at this point and stayed silent until we reached a red light. "I was just protecting you. Believe it or not, I actually care for you some."

I laughed lightly, and looked at him. I'm sure I was an absolute mess right now. Makeup running down my face, the smell of alcohol on my breathe and a sloppy vocabulary. "Thanks Harry."

He smiled lightly, and gave me a kind and patient look.

"You're welcome."