Wasted by Tiesto ft. Matthew Koma 

"Summer tiiime," Clary sang, her arms in the air and a grin plastered on her face. The night after I went to Harry's, we were all hanging out late at night at the ice cream parlor. My excuse? I was interested in doing research on classes for college at the library. We were just about to leave and hop into Clary's Jeep, but Zayn wanted another vanilla cone. 

My hips were grasped just so suddenly, but I knew exactly who those hands belonged to. His chest was pressed against my back, my arms lazily at my sides doing absolutely nothing because my face had reddened. There was this different emotion that was changing between us. Something shifted and suddenly we were both completely okay with public show of affection. Although our show was just mainly holding hands or hugging, Wayne and Zayn stilled teased the hell out of us. 

Clary even pulled me aside at one point, hissing about how I should have told her what's going on between Harry and I. I'm not even sure myself. We're getting to know each other, and hugging and hand holding isn't a law broken. 

My ears were hot as a tight grin pressed against my lips, appearing although I tried hard to hide it. The most reassuring part was that Harry was the main contributor to affection, and that made me sure he didn't care what his friends thought, and he did somewhat like me. He's a cocky little bastard, so I'm sure he believes I like him, too, which isn't a lie. 

"Are you good, fat ass?" Emily teased Zayn, and he only glared at her with his pretty hazel eyes. Emily laughed quietly to herself as he went to pinch her cheek.

Zayn and Emily were two very opposite people. She was bright and cheery, happy all the time except when something really dawned on her. Zayn, however, was darker and much quieter. He was still a partier, and still socialized, but I mean he's sometimes a little scary. And Emily would never hurt a fly. She's as scary as a tuna fish. 

"I'm leaving you all behind," Clary announced as she hoped in the driver's seat. Wayne immediately objected to her driving. 

He waved his hands motioning towards the jeep. "Hell no," he only said, shoving Clary from the driver's seat with his hips, holding onto the steering wheel. Clary squealed, her jaw clenched as she pushed against Wayne's stronger figure. They both held on to the steering, and I was a little afraid they'd break it off. 

We watched with annoyance, knowing that one of them was going to get hurt and whine about it the entire night to each other, eventually fighting again. I leaned onto Harry, who was strangely silent. He would now be egging on Clary and Wayne, but tonight he was rather quiet. 

"My fucking car, dickface!" 

I turned around in his arms just to stare up at him. My chin rested against his chest, my eyes looking up at his face. He was staring far ahead, eyes squinted as he watched something from behind. I rested my hands flat against his stomach, wanting to catch his attention. When he finally looked down at me my lips were pouted, eyes big just the way he says is "kind of" cute. 

He took a breath before talking. "You and Belle give me the same fucking look. It's creepy. Stop." 

"Why? Isn't it cute?" I laughed, recreating the look on my face just for him to object and look away again. He only gripped my body closer, warm gaze filling me with even more heat to rise on my pink cheeks. He had to lean down to even get our lips at a close proximity, so I filled in the gap by going on my toes. The kiss was short and sweet, but he kept pulling me back every time I pulled away. 

Both of us were grinning as I fought against him, but knowing he was stronger he cockily gripped my hips tighter and pulled our bodies together tighter than before. I laughed when I stepped on his feet, and he groaned because he hates when people step on his Chucks, especially the white ones he takes more care of than his hair. And his hair is another thing. I feel like I have to ask for permission to touch it. Unfortunately, I love to touch it because it's soft and cute, and I'm not good at asking for permission. 

"Would you two keep your tongues to yourself? We are having a democratic vote here," Clary spat at us, breathless from her fight against Wayne who now had the passenger seat taken fully, leaving Clary standing on the concrete. 

He huffed. "I'm already in the damn seat, just take the passenger side, babe." 

"Call me babe, and I'll make your death bed for you." 

"Babe." Wayne seethed. 

"Okay, that's it." Clary smacked her hand against his cheek, and we all decided to break them a part now, obviously knowing they're causing too much trouble and no doubt attracting the attention of people near by. Clary scratched her nails against Zayn's arms as he still managed to pull her away from Wayne, who was protecting his face with his arms from Clary's attacks. 

"Are those nails? 'Cause they feel like claws," Wayne spat at her once we had her sitting in the back seat beside me. I sat in the middle, between Clary and Zayn. Emily was standing outside, looking a little embarrassed and red-faced. I watched her carefully as I heard Zayn whisper to her "it's okay, babe," and she reluctantly sat herself on his lap. My heart warmed, and my mouth went agape in a silent "aw". 

Clary didn't back down. "I will shove these claws so far up your ass you'll bleed." 

Harry laughed loudly. "Damn, I didn't think you guys were that wild in bed with each other." 

Zayn joined in. "We hear em all the time." 

"Oh, so you're sleeping with each other?" I asked Clary, and her face grew completely pale. "You're fingering buttholes, now?" I laughed at her, and she shot me the meanest glare she's ever given us throughout our entire friendship. I mouthed a playful "I love you" to her as she just huffed and rolled her eyes at all of us for collectively laughing at her. 

Wayne was silent for a moment before he shouted, "Harry's fucking Serenity!" Harry and I didn't even react, knowing this was Wayne's type of rebuttal to our teasing. If we denied it then they'd believe otherwise, which I'm not in the mood for. Beside me, Zayn brought his arms around Emily's waist, Wayne finally started the Jeep, and we moved along the road. 

"That's nice. We're all screwing each other." Emily nodded, rolling her eyes at our childish arguments. "Now where are we going?" 

Harry leaned back lazily into his seat. "To get wasted, obviously." 

"Don't we do that all the time?" Clary groaned, fidgeting in her seat beside me. Her elbow accidentally dug into my stomach, and I smacked away quickly. She dug it back into my stomach on purpose this time, laughing quietly when I shot her a glare and smacked it away again. 

"Alright then. Let's get high then." Harry suggested. 

"Why are you always suggesting illegal things?" I asked.

He huffed, turning to look at me with those clear, pale green eyes that made feel all strange and warm inside. "Getting wasted isn't illegal." 

"We're not twenty one." Emily argued. 

"Whatever," Harry scoffed, "It's too late for that. Consuming alcohol isn't shit compared to the rest of illegal crap we've done." His eyes were still focused on me, sending me a little wink before turning around. The gesture was the hottest thing I have yet seen Harry do. He wore a little, cocky smirk the entire ride through the town looking for some ways to get into trouble tonight. 

We all sat there, making different conversations over the radio that played some reggae song. Clary, beside me, was swinging her head around to the music while I argued with Wayne and Zayn about the topic of meaningful tattoos. 

"So how's the number 69 tattooed on your thumb meaningful?" I scoffed at him, eyeing him carefully as if to figure him out in a lie. 

Wayne inahled deeply. "First of all, I was drunk the time I got it. And second of all, it's funny and does stand for the my favorite position in bed." 

I pretended to gag, pointing my finger down my throat in my opened mouth, and Clary literally spazzed beside me in annoyance. She just dug her elbow into my stomach again, and I punched her arm as hard as I could. "Stop fucking elbowing me!" I shouted at her, narrowing my eyes. 

She whined, rubbing her thin arm in pain. A sour frown made its way to her lips. "You honestly didn't have to punch me in the arm." 

"No, I did. Honestly," I mocked, rolling my eyes when she just whined some more about the coming of her bruising arm. 

"You're tattoos are worthless," Harry laughed at Wayne, making me zoom back into the conversation. "Why do you think I don't ink my skin as much as you and your twin?" 

"This twin...has a name," Zayn interrupted, only to be ignored when Harry threw up a middle finger at him and returned to look over at Wayne who was legitimately offended by Harry's words. 

Wayne paused before saying what he'd thought over in his mind. "Listen here, curls, the only reason you don't ink your skin is so Serenity can like you." 

There were many things wrong with that. I haven't known Harry for years, when he could have inked his skin himself but he didn't because he simply didn't want to. Harry chuckled some more while he shook his head. "Do you understand how ridiculous that sounds?" 

"Yep," Wayne agreed. "Sounded more challenging in my head." 

"Well, your non-existent brain has failed you once again," Clary sighed, chuckling when Wayne cursed at her.

My hands went to rest at my bare knees. I wore denim shorts and a tan crop top revealing my stomach. A pair of cheetah print Vans encased my feet. The entire time we were riding around town doing nothing but arguing and making fun of each other, Harry kept making kissy faces at me, or winking. I could only respond with an eyeroll or a grin, but whichever I still meant no displeasure. I liked seeing him this way with me, rather than picking a fight every two seconds. 

Clary's eyes were rolling to the back of her head every time she heard Wayne open his mouth to voice his opinion. She was so good at pretending she hated him, but in reality I knew she didn't whatsoever. I would believe they've slept together because they hate each other way too much to not have some sexual history lingering, and some of the sensation tense in the air. None of us wanted to be around them. 

The last thing I remember is stopping by a house and dropping a couple of beer boxes in the trunk before we headed to our mysterious destination. 

+

Wasted is the word to describe what happened last night. I haven't experienced such a black out in all of my history with alcohol when I started drinking a year ago. My body was wrapped in warm sheets, still feeling the now itching denim of my shorts between my thighs, and my bra uncomfortable tight. I shifted a little, feeling drool at the corner of my mouth. 

"Good morning, sunshine," a deep voice mumbled, humor and mischief thick in his raspy, morning voice. I wasn't surprised to open my eyes to meet those green ones already staring at me with the same exhaustion and the aftermath of a hangover clouding over his facial features. Half of his face was buried into the pillow beneath his head, and mine did the same from the opposite side. 

I stared at him for a moment. "Can't remember anything that happened last night." I grumbled, pulling the sheets closer to my body. 

"We're still wearing clothes so that's a bummer," he sighed disappointingly. I grinned a little at the sound of his playfulness, before feeling the heaviness of my skull when I went to sit up a little. I decided against it and lied back down gently. "You're cute when you sleep." 

My eyes fluttered shut, and then I blinked them back open. "What? You watch me sleep?" 

"I woke up first," he huffed, "and there you were. You do this nose scrunching thing and your bottom lip twitches. Like you're holding in a fart." 

I laughed quietly, knowing if I did laugh too hard, I'd hurt my head some more. "Like I'm holding in a fart..." I repeated, tasting the words on my mouth before deciding Harry really is too much of a guy. The fact that we were fully clothed makes me feel better. "How is that cute?" 

"You're just cute all the time," he flirted, his lips turning into a tiny, sleepy grin. I scoffed, pushing his arm gently with my hand.

Harry groaned to himself, bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose and pinching it with two of his fingers. "Ugh, my head's gonna explode." 

"Same," I grunted, shutting my eyes again. "Do you even know where we are right now?" 

"My bedroom. I don't know how we got here, frankly," Harry explained, beginning to sit up before he blinked rapidly and grunted. "Um...not a good idea." He held his hand against his forehead, lying back down. We were lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling in silence before he turned his head to look at me and I did the same. "Kiss me to make it feel better?" He pouted his pink, plump, heart-shaped lips at me. 

I swooned a little, but the thought of kissing with hangover morning breath made me want to puke. "Not until you brush your teeth, child."

He smirked at me. "C'mon, just gimme a kiss, baby." He leaned over to me, getting closer as I squealed and pressed my hands to his face. Attempting to keep our lips apart, I started shrieking and laughing once we were tossing around in the sheets, shuffling with giggles and chuckles here and there. 

Harry breathed on me heavily, his breath smelling like the nastiest beer on Earth, and I'm sure mine was no better either. I scrunched up my nose, "Ew!" 

"Holding in a fart?" He breathed harder on me, exhaling louder than necessary to make me smell his breath. 

"Stop it, Harry!" I shouted, pushing at his face but he was stronger than me, and evidently getting me to smell his breath. "First your arm pit and now this!?" 

"Ouuhh," he squealed teasingly, "We're moving onto second base! What's next? Let me sniff your ear." 

"I fucking hate you," I whispered just as our fighting and wrestling ended. Our noses nudged each other, his body hovering over mine and our foreheads pressed against each other. His eyes watched mine quietly, a lazy grin plastered on his face.

"No you don't, baby," he whispered back, chuckling softly when I rolled my eyes. "You're just so fucking cute when you get annoyed." 

"I will get extremely adorable any minute now," I warned him quietly, my voice higher pitched than usual. 

Harry huffed, finally pressing his lips to my cheek in a quick peck. "Fine, let's go brush our teeth. And then those cute little lips are mine." 

A/N: filler. GOT MY LAPTOP FIXED SO EXPECT MORE UPDATES. AND A LOT MORE DRAMA. THANKS FOR READING! COMMENT AND VOTE