Illusion is dark and everything is bathed in a bluish light. Its decorated to look modern and trendy, booths and tables line the walls on either side of the room, with a huge area in the middle filled with people dancing. It has two floors, a black industrial looking staircase of metal leads up to the upper level, which no doubt houses the VIP section. I hold Cilly's waist tighter as we make our way through the club to the bar. The bar is made of glass and lit with bright white lights to make it look icy in the blue atmosphere. She climbs onto an open stool, which is really a clear rectangle, and as she tries to get the bartenders attention I turn her body towards mine and stand between her legs. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and innocent. I need her to look less innocent. I need her to be at least as drunk as I am.

"Harry. People are looking at us."

"Of course they are, Baby. We're sexy."She shakes her head at me as I run a finger over her cheek. "I didn't know anyone else was here."

She rolls her eyes but grins up at me. I lower my face to hers, kissing her lips softly.

"You're a little drunk."

"I'm going to be drunker."

"If that's what you want."

"Is it bad if I want you to be drunk too?"

"It could be." She smirks at me, and pulls that lip ring between her teeth, and sucks it into her mouth. "Don't stare, Haz."

"Cilly."

"Huh?"

"I really want to fuck you. I know that's not going to happen, but I just thought you might like to know."

I expect to get the shit slapped out of me, instead she pulls me down to her by the collar of my shirt and and kisses me softly, but passionately. She moves her tongue and lips slowly against mine, pulling away slightly just when she thinks I'm getting too much control.

Teasing me.

When she pulls away completely I'm in a beautiful haze, my mind swimming in scotch and tequila, wine and Cilly's perfume.

"What do you know?" She presses her lips gently against mine and pulls them away slowly. Torture. "You don't know a damn thing Styles."

She pushes me back playfully and turns around, gesturing for the bartender to come back. My eyelids lower, I step behind her stool, suddenly immensely grateful that they're backless. I slide my arms around her waist and slowly down her stomach to the bottom of her shirt. My hand eases beneath the fabric and up to her belly ring. My fingers trace her navel, my lips immediately find her neck. She holds her head to the side to allow me to get closer. I rub circles with my thumb against her belly ring and feel her stomach writhe in and out from my touch and my kisses. She shifts her hips back towards me, I use my other arm to hold her there.

"I want it so bad Cilly."

I mumble against her neck, she trembles in my arms. I hold her tighter.

"I want you to have it."She teases me, I can hear her smile into her words. I suck a bit more roughly on her neck while gently caressing her stomach. She grinds her hips against the stool. I'm suddenly jealous of a piece of furniture. Somehow she manages to order a drink and as the bartender pours it she places her hands over mine, guiding them out of her shirt and linking our fingers together. She rests them against her body and I nuzzled her neck. " Haz."

She sounds disappointed and I know shes about to apologize.

"You know I don't care. I'm just a little drunk, remember?"

She sips her drink, rum and coke, and lets the bartender know to pour another one. He asks for no ID, but rather his eyes examine her cleavage, even though she wears a long sleeve scoop neck T that covers her pretty well. I glare at him, then let my eyes scan the club; its full and many of the many eyes are on Cilly and I, staring out of lust and desire.

I hold her tighter in my arms, then that voice rings in my ears.

"The two of you could have gone home to do that!" Louis scoffs as he leans with his back against the bar. "Separate! We're going up to the VIP section, my guy got us a booth up there, and a few bottles of Rosé. Lets go."

Cilly and I follow him up the metal stairs and into a booth in the back. It's much less crowded up here. Eleanor opens her arms and Cilly slides into the booth and into them, kissing her cheek as she does. I try to ignore the arousal it stirs in me. They turn face to face and talk way more closely than they need to, their lips almost touching at times as they make each other laugh and giggle. I watch in quite awe, a song comes on and I notice Kick's presence in the room for the first time as she grabs Cilly's hand and pulls her away and on to the dance floor. Cilly calls for Eleanor to join them, leaving Zayn, Louis and I to nurse the bottle of champagne. Louis managed to wrangle cigars from somewhere, he and Zayn lite up while I watch Cilly.

She moves her body like a professional and I feel myself stiffen every time she turns and smiles at me, and I grow harder still when she turns again and I can see that perfect ass sway perfectly in time to the beat of the music. She has on the simplest outfit, especially compared to the slutty attire of the other women in the club; a simple long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans, but she is still incredibly beautiful. Desirable. Sexy. Easily the most attractive woman in the club. I watch as other men noticed it, watch her expertly shoo them off, watch Kick desperately try to gain their attention.

Cilly doesn't seem to notice it. Kick pulls her close and they dance together; Cilly smiles as Kick stops dancing and holds either side of her face she brings her mouth to Cilly's and plants a kiss on her lips.

Everyone in the room cheers, Cilly pulls away and wipes her mouth with her sleeve before walking off of the dance floor. She sits on my lap and nuzzles her face against mine.

"You missed me huh?"

"I don't want any body else's lips on me but yours." She grinds her hips against my lap, moving them just as she did on the stool before and there is absolutely no way that she doesn't feel my erection. She leans back and rests her head on my shoulder. "Nobody can kiss me like you do."

"Cilly."

I groan as she presses her back against me and rocks her hips back and forth, painfully slowly. Zayn and Louis sit at the other end of the booth, engrossed in a conversation and paying Cilly and I absolutely no attention. A part of me wishes they'd look over, tease us and make Cilly get embarrassed and stop.

I'm not sure how to handle it if she doesn't.

"I don't even know all the things you'd do to me if I'd let you...do I?"

I shut my eyes tightly and try to focus my mind on anything but her closeness or the friction of her body against mine.

"You have no idea."

"I wish you could, Baby."

The end of 'Baby' from her lips sounds like a moan, I grip her hips, holding her body more closely against my lap. She giggles.

"If you don't stop it I'll have to."

Her breath catches as she hears my words, her hip rolls become even slower.

"If you want it take it. I'll let you have it."

Her lips brush my cheek as she guides my hand between her legs, she takes my earlobe between her teeth as she moans. I forget why we aren't like this all the time at the moment, and I glare daggers at Eleanor as she comes and takes Cilly's hand and pulls her off of my lap and back out onto the dance floor. She grabs a glass of champagne from a tray as she follows El. I grab the bottle of Rosé from its bucket and pour a glass for myself. I rest my elbows on the table after drinking it. My dick is so hard it hurts, and this drink is not strong enough to distract me. I hear Zayn chuckle across from me but I don't bother to look up from the table.

"What the hell are you still doing here? Take her home."

I shake my head, too aroused and too drunk to lift it.

"She doesn't really want me to. She's just a tease...and she's getting drunk."

"CeCe wants it! Get a few more drinks in her, that always works."

The drunken daze that is my thought process clears a little as I try to process his words.

That always works?

What always works?

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"When CeCe gets drunk she's always wide open. Don't get mad, it's true! You Know It Is!"

Coffee and a punch in the face couldn't have sobered me up quicker than those words. The smirk on Louis face is the one I imagine he wore the night he wouldn't bring my angel home when she asked him too. Now he's insinuating she's a whore when she's drunk.

I fucking know that's not true.

There's no fucking way that its true.

It isn't true.

Is it?

I don't want to think about it, thinking about it gives me doubts I know I shouldn't have. I don't want to hear about it, his explanation will do me no good. I want his face through the glass table. I grab him by the collar of his ridiculous t shirt and yank him across the booth. He grins even wider as he takes in my face. I can't read him, and I have to know what he's saying, whether I want to or not.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

I repeat myself, rage causing my blood to run hot and pump heavily through my veins.

"You're crazy!" He grins at me, obviously drunker than I thought he was and that eases my mind a bit."Oh my god, you don't know! You think she's a virgin don't you! Please tell me thats not what you think! Why do you think that? She's registered with an escort service for gods sake! Look what she's doing with El!"

I look over in spite of myself, only to see Cilly and Eleanor kissing near the balcony ledge, all eyes on them. I let go of Louis' shirt and stare at Cilly for a minute. she turns her head away from Eleanor, who pouts and kisses her softly on the cheek. Kick stands near them, nursing a drink and scowling. It dawns on me that I've been played, this entire night; possibly the entire time since I ran into Cilly on the street that day.

I don't exactly know what the game is and I have no interest in finding out.

I drive my fist directly into the bridge of Louis' nose, and ensure that blood is pouring out of it before I stalk my way down the stairs and out of the door.

Two hands grip my shoulders as I try to hail a cab. Shivers run through my body and I hate myself for them.

"Harry! Why would you leave me like that?"

She sounds genuinely concerned, even though her words slur.

"This was a mistake. This entire night; everything."

"We're a mistake?"

She sounds wounded, I make the mistake of looking at her, tears pool in the corners of her eyes but don't fall. I frown at the familiar sight.

"I think so."

"I didn't want her to kiss me! I'm sorry, I don't know why they kept doing that; they don't usually do that..."

I'm livid, but the absurdity of all this ridiculous drama still makes me chuckle.

"Oh they don't, usually? Well that makes me feel so much better." I feel the alcohol returning to my head, clouding my judgement, making me notice how beautiful she looks under the street lights with her hair blowing a little in the chilly autumn wind. I don't want to want her for the first time since I met her, but in spite of that I do anyway. "I could give a fuck about you kissing Kick or Eleanor, Cilly."

"Then why are you mad?"

She looks terrified as a cab pulls over for me, I open the door and step in front of it, she looks heartbroken as I turn away from her.

"Don't worry about it...I'm going home." I say, turning around to look at her as I duck into the cab. "Are you coming or not?"

*two years ago*

Harry stared down the bottle of Jack Daniels, as though if he looked at it hard enough more would appear in the bottle. It didn't. He threw the bottle carelessly on the counter and stalked to the bucket across from him. He loathed the idea of anything as weak as beer at a time like this, but he didn't feel like fighting his way through the crowded basement to Kyle's dad's bar.

Beer would have to do, and honestly after the bottle of Barcardi and now Jack Daniel's that he'd polished off, the beer was over kill. He sipped it as he staggered through the house, opening doors he had no right to open and brushing past people he barely knew who greeted him like an old friend. He could care less about his popularity; no one here mattered. Cecilia wasn't there. She had been, that's what they told him to get him there, but now she wasn't.

He found Justin and Kyle out on the backyard's deck. Liam and Sophia made out in a chair further away. Harry rolled his eyes, and sipped his cold beer as he turned abruptly to re-enter the house. It was too hot to be outside, especially as drunk as he was.

"Harry! What the fuck?" Kyle exclaimed as Harry pawed at the door knob, it kept moving just as he reached for it. He was drunk and grateful when Kyle opened it for him. "Come lay your ass down man. What the hell did you drink?"

He curled up on the bed of one of the many guest rooms in Kyle's enormous house and drifted to sleep. His eyes fluttered a bit as the door creaked open. He was too drunk to sit up.

"I'm in here. Get out."

"I just came to take care of you...Haz..."

His eyes opened at the word, no one had called him that in weeks. Even drunk he would know that name from that voice anywhere; but it wasn't that voice speaking to him now.

"Don't call me that. Only she calls me that."

"Why?" Francesca sat on the bed next to Harry, who was far too drunk to move, his limbs heavy, his brain soaked. She ran a hand down his body and stopped at the waist of his jeans. She opened them and reached her hand inside. "What's so special about her? Why does everybody think she's so great?"

"Stop it." Her hand in his pants did nothing for him mentally, he slid in and out of consciousness as she touched him, but he was aware of it and knew he didn't want her. "You're not her and you can't touch me."

"She doesn't want you anymore. I do though...and you obviously want me."

He shook his head no, but Francesca pulled his jeans and boxers down anyway. She lifted up the already short skirt of her dress and lowered herself onto him.

"Get off me!" He wanted his voice to be louder than it was. He tried to push her away but she grabbed his weak hands and pinned them to the bed. "Stop! I don't want you. Please, stop."

"No. If you push me off I'll scream. Loud. If you didn't want me you wouldn't be hard right now...Just relax Harry."

"Kick! Get the fuck off me!"

His mind was frantic but his voice wasn't strong or forceful enough to convey his adamance.

"Just one time. She'll never know, and she doesn't care anyway..."

He shut his eyes tightly as she kissed his neck and rode him. He couldn't deny that it felt good, though he hated himself for liking it. He struggled to free his hands from her grasp, but was far too drunk to do so. His mind swam, he couldn't process what was going on, all he knew was he wanted more than anything to be with Cecilia. His mind wandered to her, and how he'd give any thing just to see her. Her face appeared clearly in his mind, and as Francesca gripped the sheets of the bed and moaned loudly, Harry whispered her name.

"Cilly."

Francesca laughed a little as she kissed him, she tasted like lemonade and beer.

"See, I can be whoever you want me to be."

She lifted herself off of him and locked the door before crawling back into the bed and laying on the other side. Harry laid next to her in the dark for a moment before passing out.

He woke up the next morning with a splitting head ache, and wondered for a moment why his pants were half off. His heart leapt as he remembered Cecilia's face in his mind, but as the truth of who he'd actually been with pounded into his brain he felt like crying. He pulled up his underwear and his jeans, she stirred next to him. Her eyes opened and she smiled a little before remembering what happened. She looked embarrassed and filled with regret.

"I'm sorry, Harry... I just..."

"Nothing. Happened. Do you hear me?"

She nodded her head and he hurried out of the room, through the halls lined with the drunken passed out bodies of his class mates. He sped his car out of the driveway and headed home, hoping that once he got there he could wash and drink away the memory of being with Cecilia's best friend.