I'm still going through all the song suggestions, thank you again.!!

Songs for this chapter are:

Who are you- Fifth Harmony, I haven't heard from them since they left x-factor and I really like this song!

Drunk- Ed Sheeran

Heartbreak Warfare- John Mayer

Story of my life- One Direction

Hardin's POV.

"Damn, I didn't think she would actually do it!" Riley calls, looking up at Tessa standing in front of her on the bar.

Neither did I, but then again she seems adamant to piss me off tonight.

"She's quite the wild child." Riley taunts.

"No, she's not." I quietly disagree. Tessa looks mortified, obviously second guessing her impulsive decision to climb onto the bar. "I'm going to help her down." I begin to lift my hand up but riley pushes it down.

"Let her do it." She says and I look at Tessa again.

The woman who made our drinks is speaking to her but I can't make out what she's saying. This is absolute bullshit,  her dancing on a bar in a short ass dress. If I was to lean onto the bar I could see up her dress, as can anyone else at the bar. I glance to both sides of the line and take note of the two greasy men at the opposite end, neither are eyeing Tessa. Yet.

Tessa is watching the woman next to her, her brows furrowed in concentration, completely opposite of her sudden need to be "wild". She follows the movements of the woman and kicks out one of her legs, then the other, followed by a swift movement of her hips.

"Sit down and enjoy the show." Riley says next to me, sliding over a drink.

I'm drunk, too drunk, but my mind is clear as I watch her begin to move, really fucking move.  Her hands move to her hips and she finally smiles, no longer caring that she has the full attention of almost everyone in the bar. Her eyes meet mine and she fumbles with the movements momentarily before collecting herself and directing her eyes to the back of the room.

"Hot, isn't it?" Riley smiles next to me as she brings her glass to her lips.

Yes, obviously watching Tessa on the bar is hot as hell but it's also infuriating and unexpected. I don't know what to think, the first thought that comes to mind is fuck, this is hot. I know I shouldn't be so engrossed in this, I should be irritated at her constant need to defy me but I can't think straight when she's dancing in front of me.

The way her dress is riding up her thighs, the way she is holding her hair back in one hand and laughing while trying to keep up with the woman next to her. I love to see her this way, so carefree. I don't see her laugh like that very often. A thin layer of sweat has coated her body, making her glow under the spotlights. I shift uncomfortably and pull the ridiculous dress shirt I'm wearing down in the front to cover my zipper.

"Uh oh," Lillian's girlfriend says.

"What?" I snap out of my trance and follow her eyes down the bar. Two men at the end of the bar are gawking at Tessa, and by gawking I mean their fucking eyes are bulging worse than my fucking dick right now.

I look back up at Tessa and her dress is dangerously high on her thighs, each time she kicks her legs out in front of her it rises even higher.

That's enough of this shit.

"Easy killer, the song will be over in.." Riley says as the music descends.

Tessa's POV.

"See, no one noticed that you're a shitty dancer!" Riley laughs and I sit down on the cool bar top to help myself down.

Hardin's hand reaches for mine to aide me and I'm surprised. By the way he was scowling and pouting the entire time I was dancing, I thought he would be yelling by now. Or worse, I was half expecting him to climb up and drag me off the bar.

"That was actually so much fun!" I yell and once again the music stops. "Every time." I laugh and jump down from the bar. Hardin's arms wrap protectively around me until I'm steady enough for him to retreat.

"You should get up there next time!" I say into Hardin's ear and he shakes his head.

"No."

"Don't pout, it's not cute." I reach out and touch his lips. It is cute though, the way his bottom lip sticks out. His eyes shine at the contact, my pulse quickens. I already feel high from the adrenaline that came from dancing on the bar top, something I never in my life thought I would do. As much fun as it was I know I'll never do it again. He sits down on the bar stool and I stay standing between him and Riley, next to my empty stool.

"You love it." He smiles, my fingers still pressed against his lips.

"Your lips?" I smirk and he shakes his head. He's playful yet very serious at once and it's intoxicating, he's intoxicating, and I'm highly intoxicated. This should be interesting.

"No, pissing me off. You love to piss me off." His tone is dry.

"No, you just get pissed off too easily."

"You were dancing on a bar in front of a room full of people, obviously that would piss me off Tessa. You're lucky I didn't pull you off, put you over my shoulder and carry you out of this place." His face is mere inches from mine and his breath is heady combination of mint and whiskey.

"Over your shoulder, not your knee?" I tease and stare into his eyes, completely disarming him.

"Wh..What?" He stutters and I laugh before turning to Riley.

"Don't let him fool you, he loved that shit." She whispers to me and I nod. My stomach tightens the thought of Hardin watching me but my mind tries to over rule my dirty thoughts. I should be fuming, I should be ignoring him or yelling at him over sabotaging Seattle for me, again, or for the hurtful words he said to me but it's nearly impossible to be pissed off when I'm this drunk.

I allow myself to pretend that none of that happened, at least for now, and imagine that Hardin and I are a normal couple out with our friend having a drink. No lies, no dramatic fights, only fun and table dancing.

"I still can't believe I actually did that!" I say to both of them.

"Me either," Hardin grumbles.

"I won't be doing it again, that's for sure." I swipe my hand across my forehead. I'm sweaty and it's hot in the small bar, the air is thick and I need to breath.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing, it's hot." I fan myself with my hand and he nods once.

"Let's go then, before you pass out."

"No, I want to stay longer. I'm having such fun, I mean such a fun time."

"You can't even form a coherent sentence."

"So? Maybe I don't want to. Either you loosen up or you can go."

"You.." He begins and I cover his mouth with my palm.

"Shh.. for once just shh. Let's have fun." I use my other hand to touch his thigh again, squeezing this time.

"Fine," he says into my hand, I uncover his mouth but I keep my hand inches away so I can cover it again if I need to, "No more dancing on the bar." He tries to negotiate.

"Fine, no more pouting or scowling." I fire back, he smiles.

"Fine."

"Stop saying fine." I bite back a grin.

"Fine."

"You're annoying-ish."

"Annoying-ish? What would your Literature Professor say?" Hardin's eyes are deep jade, alight with humor, splashed with red from the liquor.

"You are funny sometimes." I lean into him. He hooks his arm around my waist and brings me between his legs.

"Sometimes?" He kisses my hair and I relax in his grip.

"Yep, only sometimes."

He chuckles and doesn't let me go. I don't think I want him to, I know I should but I don't. He's drunk and playful and the alcohol in my system makes me lose all sight of common sense, as always.

"Look at the two of you getting along." Riley holds her hand up to us.

"She's so annoying." Hardin huffs.

"Twins," I laugh and he shakes his head at me.

...

"Last call!" My new friend calls from behind the bar. In the last hour I have learned that her name is Cami, she's nearly fifty and just had her first grandchild in December. She shoved the pictures in my face, like every grandmother does, and I praised her, telling her how beautiful the child is. Hardin barely glanced at the images, instead he started mumbling something about trolls, so I quickly pulled the picture away from him before she heard.

"One more and I'm so done." I sway from side to side.

"I don't know how you haven't passed out yet!' Riley says. I do, Hardin has been taking my drinks from me half way through each one and finishing them himself.

"You've been drinking more than anyone, probably more than him." I slur, pointing to the man at the end of the bar who has literally passed out with his head on the top of the bar. "I wish Lillian could have came with us." I say and Hardin crinkles his nose.

"I thought you hated her?" He asks and Riley snaps her head to me.

"I don't hate her," I correct him. "I didn't like her when you were trying to make me jealous by hanging out with her."

Riley tenses, looking at Hardin beside me. "What?"

Shit.

"Don't back away now." She presses. I'm trapped and drunk and have no idea what the hell to say. I don't want to make her mad, that's for sure.

"Nothing, I was being a dick and didn't tell Tessa that she was gay. You already know that." Hardin says to her.

"Oh, okay then." Her shoulders relax. Jeez, she's just like him.

"See, nothing happened so chill out." Hardin says to her.

"I'm chill, trust me." She coos and moves her stool slightly closer to mine. "Nothing wrong with a little jealousy, right?"

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Tessa?" She asks and my scalp prickles.

"What?" I gasp dramatically.

"Riley, what the.." Hardin speaks but she cuts him off.

"I'm only asking a question, have you ever kissed a girl?"

"No."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

Drunk or not, I feel the embarrassment creeping onto my cheeks.

"I.."

"Being with a girl is much better, honestly. They are soft," her hand moves to my arm. Hardin reaches up and swipes her hand from my skin. "They know exactly what you want.. where you want it."

"Enough." Hardin growls. I pull my arm away and Riley laughs.

"I'm sorry!" Her laughter is nearly uncontrollable.  "I couldn't resist. He started it." She nods toward Hardin. "I warned you earlier not to fuck with me." I'm extremely relieved that she was only trying to get a rise out of Hardin.

A giggle bursts from my mouth and Hardin looks mortified, pissed off, and maybe slightly turned on.

Okay...

"You're paying for the drinks since you want to be an asshole." Hardin says, pushing the long piece of paper past me and in front of her.

She rolls her eyes and reaches into her back pocket, pulling out a card and placing it on top of the receipt.

"We closed down the bar, Lil is going to be pissed." Riley announces as Hardin holds the door for me to walk out. It almost closes in her face but I reach out to stop it before I give him a hard glare. He laughs and shrugs as if he did nothing wrong and I can't stop the smile on my face. He's a jerk but he's my jerk.

Isn't he?

I'm not sure but I sure as hell don't want to think about it while walking back to the cabin at two in the morning. "Will she still be asleep?" I ask.

"I sure as hell hope so."

I hope everyone in our cabin is asleep too. The last thing I want is for Ken or Karen to be awake as we stumble through the front door.

"What? Are you afraid she will scold you for being out all night drinking?" Hardin taunts the girl.

"No.. well yes. I don't want to piss her off, I'm already treading on thin ice."

"Why?" I nosily interrupt.

"Doesn't matter." Hardin dismisses me and Riley seems lost in thought.

The remainder of the walk is spent in near silence, I count my steps and laugh occasionally when I recall my bar dancing experience.

When we reach Max's cabin Riley hesitates before departing. "It was.. nice to meet you." She says. I can't help but laugh at the comical way she scrunches her face, as if the words taste sour coming out of her mouth.

"You too, it was fun." I smile. For a moment I think about hugging her but that would be awkward and I get the feeling Hardin wouldn't like that at all.

"Bye." Hardin simply states and continues to walk as Riley trudges up the driveway.

I'm so thankful that we are almost to the cabin. My feet are aching and this itchy, uncomfortable dress has surely scratched my skin underneath the harsh fabric.

"My feet hurt."

"Come here, I'll carry you." He offers. What? "Why are you looking at me like that?" He smiles.

"You just offered to carry me." I giggle.

"And.."

"It's just unlike you, that's all." I shrug and he steps closer, hooks his arm under my legs and lifts me into his arms.

"I would do anything for you Tessa, you shouldn't be surprised that I would carry you up a damn driveway."

I don't speak, I just laugh. Hard. Uncontrollable laughter rakes my body, I cover my mouth to stop it but it doesn't help one bit.

"Why are you laughing?" His face is stone, serious and intimidating.

"I don't know.. that was funny."

"Me telling you that I'd do anything for you is funny?" We reach the porch and he keeps me in his arms, shifting my weight so he can turn the knob on the door.

"You'll do anything for me, except go to Seattle, marry me, or have children with me?" The irony is not lost on me.

"Don't start with me, we're too drunk to have this conversation right now."

"Ooohh." I immaturely remark, knowing that he's right. Hardin shakes his head and walks up the stairs, I latch onto his neck and he smiles down at me despite his clipped behavior.

"Don't drop me." I whisper and he lets go of me just enough to make me slide down his torso, I turn and wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a small scream as I cling onto his body.

"Shh, if I was going to drop you, it would be from the top." He playfully threatens and I do my best to look appalled. A wicked grin spreads over his face and I lean up stick my tongue out at him, touching the end of his nose with my tongue. I blame the whiskey.

At the end of the hall a light clicks on and Hardin hurries to the room we are sharing. "You woke them up." He says and places me onto the bed. I lean down to remove my shoes, rubbing my sore ankles as I drop the monstrous shoes to the floor.

"It was your fault." I walk past him and open the dresser drawer to dig out something more comfortable to sleep in. "This dress is killing me," I groan, reaching behind me to unzip it. It was much easier when I was sober.

"Here," Hardin moves behind me and brushes my hand aside. "What the hell?"

"What?" His fingers trace over my skin, raising goose bumps onto my skin.

"Your skin is red, like the dress left these marks on you." He touches a spot under my shoulder blade and pushes the thick material down my back until it hits the floor.

"It was so uncomfortable." I whine.

"I can see that." He circles me with hungry eyes. "Nothing is supposed to be marking you, except me."

I gulp.

He's drunk, playful, and his dark eyes give away exactly what he's thinking.

"Come here." He steps toward me, closing the small gap between us. He's fully dressed and I'm only in a bra and panties.

"No." I shake my head. I know there is something I have to say to him, I just can't recall it. I can barely recall my name when he's looking at me this way.

"Yes." He counters and I back away.

"I'm not having sex with you." He grabs me by the arm and wraps his free hand into my hair, gently tugging at the ends so I'm forced to look up at him.

"And why is that?" His breath fans across my face, his lips are only inches from mine.

"Because..." my mind scrambles for answers as my subconscious begs me to take the remainder of my clothes off. "I'm upset with you."

"So? I'm pissed at you too." His lips graze over my skin, trailing along my jawline. My knees are weak, my mind is heavy and cloudy.

"Why would you be? I didn't do anything." My stomach clenches when his hands move to my backside, squeezing and kneading slowly.

"Your little show on the bar was enough to send me into the fucking madhouse, let alone the fact that you were parading around town with that fucking waiter, you disrespected me in front of everyone by staying with him." His tone Is threatening but his lips are soft as they travel down to my neck.

"I want you so bad, I wanted you at that shitty bar. After watching you dance like that I wanted to take you into the bathroom and fuck you against the wall." He presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he is. As much as I want him, I can't allow him to blame everything on me.

"You.." I close my eyes, relishing his hands on me, his lips on me. "You are the one," I can't form a solid thought, let alone sentence. "Stop it." I grab his hands to stop them from groping me further.

"You don't want me?" His eyes flash and he drops his hands to his sides.

"Of course I do, I always do. I just.. I'm supposed to be mad."  

"Be mad tomorrow."

"I always do that, I need to.."

"Shh.." He covers my mouth with his lips and kisses me, hard. My lips part and he takes full advantage, tugging at my hair once more, dipping his tongue into my mouth and pulling me as close to his body as possible.

"Touch me," He begs, reaching for my hands. I don't have to be told twice, I want to touch him and he needs the reassurance. This is the way we deal with things, as unhealthy as that is, it doesn't feel that way when he's kissing me like this and begging me to touch him.

I fumble for the buttons on his shirt and he groans impatiently, using both hands to tug at either side of the white shirt, popping the buttons off.

"I liked that shirt," I say into his mouth and he smiles, his lips against mine.

"I hated it."

I push the fabric down past his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His tongue is slow in my mouth, I am melting in his arms at the rough yet incredibly sweet kiss. I feel his anger and frustration behind his lips but he does his best to hide it. He's always hiding.

"I know you'll leave me soon," He says, moving his lips down to my neck again.

"What?" I'm surprised by his words, and confused.

My heart aches for him, the liquor making me even more sympathetic of his feelings. I love him, I love him so much but he makes me feel so weak, so vulnerable. The moment I am led to believe he is worried, sad, or upset in any way it's like all my emotions shift, only focusing on him and not myself or how I feel.

"I love you so." He whispers, dragging his thumb slowly across my lips. His bare chest and torso look heavenly matched with his black jeans and tan skin and I know I'm at his complete mercy.

"Let's talk later, I want to feel you." He guides me to the bed and I try to forget his words and ignore my mind screaming at me to stop him, not to give into him. I can't though, I'm not strong enough to stop myself when his calloused hands are running up my thigh, pushing them open slightly, teasing me by running his index finger over my panties.

"Condom." I pant and his bloodshot eyes meet mine.

"What if we don't use one? What if I come inside of you, you wouldn't be.." He stops himself and I'm glad. I don't think I'm prepared for whatever it was he was going to say. He lifts himself off of me and stands to his feet and saunters over to the suitcase on the floor. I lay back, staring at the ceiling, trying to sift through my drunken thoughts. Do I really need Seattle? Is Seattle important enough to me to lose Hardin? The pain that courses through me at the thought is nearly unbearable.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He says from across the room. When I sit up he's staring down at a small piece of paper in his hand. "What the fuck is this?" He strains, his eyes meet mine.

"What?" I look down at the floor, my dress lays in a pile on the dark hardwood with my shoes. It takes a moment to put it together. Shit. I hop up quickly and attempt to grab the paper from him.

"Don't play stupid with me, you got his fucking number?" He gapes, holding the paper above his head so I have no chance of taking it back.

"It wasn't like that, I was mad and he was.."

"Bullshit!" He shouts, Here we go.

"Hardin," I know that look. I still remember the first time I saw that look on his face. He was pushing over the cabinet at his father's house the first time I saw his face twisted in anger this way.

"Go on, call him. Let him fuck you because I sure as hell don't want to."

"Don't overreact." I beg. I'm too drunk to get into a screaming match with him.

"Overreact? I just found another guys number in your dress." He hisses through his teeth, jaw clenched in annoyance.

"You aren't innocent here either," I remark and he paces back and forth. "If you're going to yell at me, save your breath. I'm done fighting with you every single day." I sigh.

"You do this! You're the one that constantly pisses me off, it's your fault that I'm like this and you know it."

"No! No it's not." I struggle to keep my voice down. "You can't blame everything on me, we both make mistakes."

"No, you make mistakes. A shit ton of them and I'm sick of it. You think I want to be this way? Fuck no I don't. You do this to me!" He tugs at his hair.

I stay quiet.

"Go on, cry." He mocks me.

"I'm not going to cry."

"Surprise, surprise." He claps his hands in the most degrading way possible.

I laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He stares at me. "Answer me."

"You're fucked up, I mean colossally fucked up." I shake my head.

"And you're a selfish bitch, what else is new." He snaps and my laughter seizes.

I rise from the bed without a word, without a tear and grab a t-shirt and shorts from the drawer. Hastily I pull them on as he watches me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questions.

"Leave me alone."

"No, come here." He reaches for me and I desperately want to slap him but I know he will stop me.

"No, get off of me!" I shake my arm from his grip. "I'm done, I'm so done with this back and forth. I'm tired and exhausted and I don't want to do it anymore. You don't love me, you want to posses me and I won't let you. You're broken Hardin, and I can't fix you." His face falls with realization and he stands in front of me with all emotion pulled from him.

I hold my breath, waiting to hear his footsteps follow me down the hall. When they don't, I knock quietly on the door in front of me. Moments later Landon opens the door, rubbing his eyes. He's half dressed, only wearing plaid pants, no shirt or socks.

"Can I sleep in here?" I ask him and he nods, not asking any questions.

(Thank you for being patient, I have had a busy week, that's why I have been updating every other day! Thank you for commenting and telling me your age! It was ..interesting haha I love all of you, young or adult so don't feel embarrassed by your age. And I love seeing that I have some older readers too, thank you!

For my directioner readers, did you hear Story of my life today?? It's amazing, I love the new mature sound they are working with and they all sound incredible (as always) What is your favorite part?!! I'm still deciding mine hah I love you all !! xox)