[A/N] If you're here to catch up with your reading, I wanna thank you for that :) But you should know I've added a prologue to the book and it would be great if you could read that before going through the chapters! To access the Prologue, just click on the EXTERNAL LINK and there you are!

"Working double time on the seduction line. She's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine." - AC/DC 

EIGHTEEN

“I dare you one, two, ten times to get a tattoo on your thigh, pal.” Liam never really cared to hide his drunkenness, not even his desire to see his friend do something ridiculous.

“You’re fucking crazy man,” Harry stated what wasn’t really a secret, right after dribbling some of the beer out of his mouth.

“C’mon Harry, show us what you got,” Niall rose on his feet, even drunker than anyone else in their group, and roughly patted his hand on one of the loungers in front of him. “You’re already all badly sketched. A fucking tiny bit of ink wouldn’t even hurt your ass.”

“Are we talking about my thigh or my ass?” It was Harry’s turn to stand in the pool as he threatened his friends, yet struggling with himself to not drown in the pool due to, well, too much alcohol.

“Thigh,” Liam took a sip of his beer as he squeezed his belly, pointing the bottle straight to Harry as he talked, “But you’re lucky we’re not daring you to ink your ass.”

 “C’mon mate, you can even hold my hand and share the tattoo bed if you want.” Zayn’s plastered smile was his best aid for the cause. “Just make it easier for us and take some time with that guy in the SPA, he will tattoo flowers on your bum.”

 “This is ridiculous.” All of sudden everyone was laughing at Harry because they knew he would do it anyway. First, he hated being threatened, especially in any attempt of being any future wall of shame. Second, tattoos are pointless and not even close to being a huge deal to him.

 “What if I-,”

 “Fucking shit Harold, there’s no what if for you.” All eyes quickly turned to the sassy girl who had learned fairly well how to cut off girly Harry, and he was frowning with his shock towards the girl.

 “YES ALCOHOL!” Harry proclaims as he tried to switch the topic by the marvelous view approaching them. “Who asked for this?”

 “Obviously not Mark. He would cut off our balls if he would watch us get drunk as hell on the stage.” Niall pointed as he grabbed the first tequila shot. “Who’s with me?”

 In a matter of seconds all of them were grabbing, raising, clinking and chugging the golden, and nasty, tequila down their throats. The chugging was quickly followed by a symphony of disgusted grunts.

 “The fucking lime, mate,” Zayn cried as he squeezed his face, making sure to never, ever, forget the tequila’s companions again.

 “We forgot that.” Sylvia laughed as hard she could by watching the boys arguing about the girly golden booze. “I thought you guys could handle that. Actually I thought you all could do much better than that.”

 “Excuse me miss, but I guess you still owe us some rounds for always being late for rehearsals.” Harry and his dimples again reminded her of what she had always tried to kick far out of her mind. The paycheck of her life would be wasted to feed all their needs. But his grin was still there to grab her back to the universe surrounding her – that grin she couldn’t just get enough of.

 “Of course she does. And just to refresh your silly mind, you are the reason why we are always scheduled to leave one hour in advance.” Liam stated and everyone couldn't agree more.

 “Can you just give a second and praise the fact I am the only lady in here?” She stood straight on her heels and pointed to herself like she was the only girl in the world – but, well, at least in their road world she indeed was.

And that was the moment they started cursing at the girl who kept her cocky stance, faking a talking mouth with her hand in front of the boys. They could talk about her as much as they want, she honestly would never give a shit about what they say.

 “I’m done. Watch me leave you, gorgeous,” and she left, not even daring to turn around and watch them laughing at her and drowning themselves in beer cans. She wasn’t impressed anymore by how they could be so childish. Maybe that was the carroty and What Makes You Beautiful times she was drawn in by when they first met.

 Sylvia joined Lou and Caroline, the tour stylists, as they were melting in their sun tanning session, making her thank all the gods above for her tanned skin. Lou didn’t really think before standing and on her toes and checking on Sylvia from her head to toes, all jealous of her natural tan. She quickly wrapped Sylvia’s hair with her hands and managed to create a new style for her in an instant – because Lou was simply the kind of person who would make a masterpiece with anyone that would have the pleasure to be held by her hands.

 “Good God, I’m blessed for having a girl’s hair on this tour. Now I feel like I’m having a blast. I guess- hum,” Lou watched her little art, pointing her lips in doubt, and questioning herself for a while before going for a second opinion. “Carol, what do you think?”

 “Stop gripping her hair, Lou.” Caroline lowered her glasses and carefully scanned the girls right before moving towards them. “Excuse me, but look-,” she simply stole Lou’s spot and freed Sylvia’s long air on her back to natural curl in a big wave. “Long hair is damn sexy and you should pray every night before sleeping for what you have, girl.”

 “She will sweat her ass off if she-,”

 “Ask all those nasty boys in back if she looks sexier or not with this hair.” Caroline flipped her air around the air just like shampoo advertising. “Damn girl, you look ridiculously good.”

 Lou and Sylvia shared a loud laugh at Caroline and her outrageous way to always extend all the words she said. It was like her speech and all her kitsch were enough to lighten everyone’s mood, since she never really worked hard to be the funniest one, and obviously she was the one responsible to make the boys look extremely sexy and making their fans want to rip off all their clothes with their own teeth.

 Their bliss or sharing another chick moment – they were rare, but they enjoyed them like their existence depended on that - didn’t really catch anyone else’s attention, but from the corner of her eyes Sylvia could sense someone watching her; Harry. Watching was actually a euphemism, she pretty much felt herself being stripped by those eyes behind his fancy Ray Ban’s. She turned her body to face him and found a boy, who didn’t really bother himself to fake the deep glance he held on her, with a silly smirk that never failed to take over over his features – and only God knows how infected she was by the silly way he curled his lips enough to create those deep little holes in both corners of his mouth.

 Oh life, she was certainly having a hard time to not divert her eyes from his dimples and his green eyes, and his features and his lips to, well, his butterfly. Better yet, to his new and last inked leaves right above his hips. Or even better, to his tanned skin that would easily arouse the whole world to watch him parading around. And for his private show, my friend, Sylvia was certainly the first one in line.

 But then again it was alcohol’s turn to show up and warn her about her corrupted mind. She would never learn how infectious he indeed was.

 In the matter of an instant, Zayn cut their gaze as he grabbed Harry to follow him. Surely that wasn’t enough, since Harry kept his eyes on her as he walked to the SPA area with his friend. Again Sylvia kicked her stupid ideas far enough to the back of her mind to give herself some time with the girls, and not be bothered about any mere thoughts about curly.

 From drink to drink she started to feel more relaxed, and of course, tipsy – a great way to end the sunny day that soon would turn into her concert. Show time was coming and she needed a little moment for her and her comfy pillow, a wanted moment away for that little Styles temptation and his never-tired smirks. She knew he would be back any time soon and so would his eyes and his everything.

She announced her retiring to everyone at the terrace and soon she became the reason for their constant laughs. She was an amateur and she was still learning how to deal with alcohol, parties and concerts, so again she excused herself and they watched her leave in her best style – tipsy style, as everyone would say. Her hips and unsteady pace would never lie.

 As she and her last drink of the day got to her floor, the stagger level took over and drove her toward her room as she lipped a random song along out loud, never realizing a body close to her before she bumped into that nasty, sweaty and dirty footballer who was too much worn for that melting weather.

 “Oops, sor-,” her mood took a step back when she realized who was. “Where have you been all day?”

 “Not your business.” The stupid smile on Louis’ face pushed all of her sober buttons down and she could easily picture the anger starting to boil.

 “For a second I forgot how big of a dickhead you are.” She replied him with her best smirk. If it was he wanted to play this game, she would give all her best to beat his ass down.

 “I can be worse.” He never failed to change his expression, and all she wanted was to get rid of him and that awful smile. “Just make sure you know what you’re talking about before throwing around any drunken shit about me.” Louis tried to get his card but then again there she was, trying to impose any respect.

 “Honestly Louis, I thought-,”

 “Just fucking save me from your thoughts.” He finally blurt louder, giving her all of his annoyance for that sweet conversation in front of his room. “You don’t know me, so you better just fuck off and leave me alone.”

 “You-,”

 He slammed the door in her face before she could even think about what she was saying. Her desire of digging her nails on his neck was just a matter of fact, yet she could better kill him with the knife from breakfast whilst he slept, and throw his body for the starving fans. That would actually be a lot funnier.

 But the alcohol, it was still there, like an omniscient God on her shoulder, reminding her she indeed needed to rest before thinking any further than just to keep on breathing.

“So tonight you had the chance to see many hangovers on the stage, ladies and gentleman.” Liam and his contagious laugh emanated through his mic as he admired the crowd and Niall threw his arms over Liam’s shoulder.

 “This is surreal!” Niall couldn’t hide his astonishment for the loud, insane, and huge audience in front of their stage. It was something about him, always being so proud and grateful on stage for everything they conquered. “We love you so much, Brazil, I-,”

 “I got you tattooed in my leg!”

 Holy shit.

 Sylvia watched the all blissed out, the one and only, Harry Styles pulling down his pants and lifting a little of his dark briefs, revealing a glimpse of the tattoo he got a few hours before – a tiny ink read Brasil that drove everyone into a frenzy. He simply took his time on stage to show them some affection, vowing the crowd with his tanned groin and thigh. And of course Sylvia also felt herself pretty much vowed by his devoted action.

 “I cannot believe it,” Sylvia squeezed her face as she laughed hard, not really believing that the boy indeed did ink that. No dare would ever beat Mr. Styles.

 “That’s it. You should go to the back, they’re almost done.” Paul shouted in Sylvia ear to prevent the loudness that surrounded him to cancel his voice out, not really minding about another act of Harry’s craziness.

 “Now? They haven’t even finished!” She was still overwhelmed and couldn’t control her excitement of watching the boys taking over that huge stage.

 “Now. You better be ready to run to the vans,” he looked straight to her eyes in hope she would finally understand, and she did.

 Quickly she ran the entire catwalk’s side down and rushed inside the backstage in a blink of everyone’s eyes. There was no time for her to digest everything that last in that couple hours, but her state of glory was surreal. Surely that was her best performance so far and she wished to have the whole night to sing along. However, there was no time left to lose and she needed to rush before the gates would be open and all of the beasts inside the fans would go for her’s and the boy’s lives.

 Everything was ready and set to leave the stadium and Jay led her to a black van on the backside of the stadium. The noise was deafening as the boys waved their goodbyes. That was it; another night of the tour was done and she could not wait to get to the hotel and join them for the second round of a delightful life.

 The commotion from backstage started earlier than she expected and she couldn’t handle her curiosity. She opened the window and put her head outside to watch the hectic race of five sweaty boys heading the vans. Surprisingly or not, a curly heartthrob guy jumped into her car and soon there was a beautiful realization of the sight she would have for the ride.

 “So,” she broke the silence between their deep gaze, “you really did it.”

 “What?” His smirk could never get wilder as he watched her lips curling and lighting up her features.

 “The tattoo.”

 “Did you like it?” He asked, not really realizing how teasing he was by pulling his sweaty shirt off his abs.

 “Too tiny for you.” She nodded her head, reminding herself of the view of him almost on his briefs and a strength dark shirt for a matter of seconds.

 “I may get a bigger one sometime soon.” His body relaxed on the leather seat as he watched the crying fans leaving the stadium as her laugh filled the air inside.

“Then I would say you’re in a serious danger on running out of skin if you keep drawing on yourself.” Harry soon turned and couldn’t hold his laugh. She was right, but who cared?

 “Would you mind?” The clever boy soon got off his seat and moved by her side, making sure her leg would once be touching his.

 “Not at all,” she squeezed her lips with her thumbs as her eyes glanced at the boy, not willing to break their gaze. ”You know I’m definitely getting a tattoo any time soon.”

 “It’s your chance, the tattooist is still in the hotel. Malik is getting another one.” 

 “I would never give you that pleasure of watching me crying of pain.” She giggled, biting her lips and praying for the gods above to get to hotel any time soon.

 “To be honest, it would be a pleasure to watch you yelling or screaming for any pleasurable pain.”

 She instantly frowned at him and threw her head back in a fit of laughter. Pleasure pain, that was something new for her, but she couldn’t even imagine where it came from.

 “Why are you laughing?” His eyes followed her fit as she rested her face on the seat.

 “You’re crazy”, she stated yet recovering herself from the laugh.

 Soon she got back to his dimples, surprised by his hand on her chin. “What about this,” he lifted her face and opened the way to her ear, preventing anyone else in there to listen to their talk. “If you don’t do this tattoo today, you will spend the night in my room.”

The music was so, so loud, it felt like it was bringing the ceiling and the walls down as the massive sound pounded into the air. The scene was set so right; the terrace filled with intoxicated people and nothing more than all kinds of alcohol, a tempting invitation for an unforgettable party. Everybody was more than ready to have another shot for their lives. Losing their minds and letting their bodies take control was their prays for the night. They wanted to have fun and celebrate the greatest start they could ever have for the tour.

 Niall, on the other hand, had forgot everything about keeping safe and sane. He was the desperate one for the party, not minding about taking a shower after the concert and going straight to the balcony from his car. That was a true paradise to him – full of gorgeous girls who he had never seem before and would never see again, boozes for his own liver and a chance to, well, get some for the night.

 As he tripped around the place, showing his huge smug smile, checking out the girls around and toasting every soul that crossed his path, his little journey to wonderland was interrupted by a grab on his arm, soon being thrown over a lounger.

 “You nasty boy!” In a matter of seconds Sylvia was over his torso, laughing by his drunk and lost expression.

 “What the fuck was that?” He chuckled and posited himself seated, scanning around and finding both Sylvia and Lou laughing. “Do you guys wanna a piece of me?”

 “We actually found your dignity, we wondered if you wanted it back.” Lou shoved his shoulder, making him fall his back on the chair.

 “Hell no, life right now is too good to think about it.” Niall’s unique chuckle echoed in their minds and soon they were toasting their glasses, right before inviting Josh, the drummer, and Liam, to join them.

 It was like the heavens had placed them all together for some desired rest as they shared the circling loungers for a pointless conversation. They wanted more, they needed more party, but their bodies were begging for a second of peace. Otherwise their night would finish much sooner than they expected.

 “I miss Ellie so much,” Niall’s crying tone interrupted everyone’s busy talk as he stared at his phone screen.

 “I thought her name was Jess?” Sylvia asked right after sipping her sugary alcohol.

 “No fucking way,” he chuckled and shared some eyes with Josh and Liam.

 “That’s his girl.” Josh took the phone of his hand and placed the illuminated screen toward Sylvia.

 “Holy shit I know her.” She grabbed the phone and her jaw dropped just a little. In fact she was all jealous because-, “Goddammit Nialler, Ellie Goulding is fucking hot for my own sanity. I would-.”

 “I know-,”

 “We know,” Liam interrupted Niall and both shared a large, loud laugh as they high-fived on the top of their lungs.

 “Oh my God, I can’t believe you two-,”

 “You better believe us, mate,” Liam stated in his efforts to stop laughing. It didn’t really mean they both shared the girl, but both actually had their times with the stunning British blonde.

 “But then again, I’m in love with her and I miss her.” All eyes quickly turned to Niall; a little tension came up with the surprise of hearing him say out loud he was in love. “I miss shagging her.”

 They all exploded and roared in their laughter because Niall would never stop being awesome. It was predictable, but drunken Niall could always make everything better. The waiter approached them and brought not only tequila, but also tension on his trail. That certainly meant a round of shots and a little bit of their dignity going down.

“Let’s get ready to rumble and throw this shit down our fucking throats.” Lou was the first one to grab her shot and she raised her hand like she was proclaiming something, soon followed by the others. “On the count of three and then,”

 Poor Lou. The drinks simply disappeared from all of the glasses before she could even finish her sentence; all she could see were their disgusted, regretful expressions for the sour taste.

 “You kids will all burn in hell,” she franticly announced but Josh grabbed her, kissing her cheek and getting not more than a slap from her.

 “This fucking tequila can’t hold me, I’m gonna find my Ellie for the night.” Niall soon disappeared in the crowd, followed by Josh, and Liam, who went shaking his grey beanie with the beat of the hectic music.

 As Sylvia and Lou got back to the real party, Sylvia locked herself in a parallel universe and totally went off of anyone’s existence. The peaceful shinning full moon outside was a perfect contrast for the flash colorful lights, making her feel as if she were in a roofless club as she danced all night long. She was tireless and the hangover was the least of her concerns; again, this was the time of her life.

 But then there he was. His presence was so far from going unnoticed and he never really did to have to put in any effort to be the center of attention; Harry simply was. His uniqueness was not only his best part, but also what certainly brought the whole world to praise him. Sylvia simply gave up on denying that because he was just something too much for her too handle – even though she would love trying to handle him. Especially during these moments when his signature smirk played over his lips after catching the girl who didn’t battle all her gaze on him, as it was just pointless.

 “Gonna get some fuel,” Lou said, already turning her heels and dancing to the bar. She knew not even an alcoholic offer was enough to take Sylvia from her admiration universe.

 Their eyes were still locked until Harry realized Lou leaving Sylvia alone, taking it as an advantage and making his way towards her. She faked her sadness and made her way outside. Soon she reached the cooler area and watched him walking by the people, greeting them quickly enough to never lose sight of her. And she was there, leaning her back on the balcony and waiting for him to come.

 “Were you checking me out?” He didn’t lose any time to glue his eyes on her, placing his arms around her and grabbing the bar on which she was leaned.

 “Just a payback for the what you did this afternoon.” She bit her bottom lip and scanned him doing the same as he nodded his head.

 “Can’t help it,” he voice reached her ear and pulled her closer by the hand on the small of her back. “You look too sexy in that bikini.”

 She couldn’t just answer, because for some reason she knew how Harry would like to pricelessly end his night. So for any nasty thing that would leave his mouth, she would just chuckle.

 “Why you always laugh whenever I say something?” He got back to her face, a little fake disappointment covering his features.

 “I should never take you all that serious, Harry.” She crossed her arms and unconsciously her eyes fell down on his buttoned down shirt, reveling a glimpse of his tanned skin and his butterfly.

 “You should know how serious I am when it comes to the things I want.”

 She could sense some cockiness beyond his triumphant smirk and the way he drew his thumb over his lips, but again she didn’t care. She slid her hand up his back, in the same motion his hands hovered all the way down her sides, until she could reach his neck, tilting it slightly enough for her lips to find his ear. “You’re lucky I want only a drink right now.”

 He took a little step back and chuckled at the vision of her. That was the best show she could do; her mind was too far from the idea of dismissing Harry, yet a little game would never be uninteresting to play. She escaped from his arms after a last gaze and stepped away from him.

 “You still have some time to get some ink.” His voice emanated through her back as she made her way inside. “But I’d love to watch you scream anyway.”

 Harry and his nasty, naughty, unbelievable mouth, and tasteful, plump lips that made her battle herself to not lose herself in between them. They would never never be enough for her. She didn’t even dare to look back because she knew he would still be there doing the best he could teasing her. But who said he needed to work for that? He was all tease from head to toe and, thanks, but no. No more games for Styles.

 As soon as a tray full of drinks crossed her path, she grabbed two and got some mischievous eyes on her, but thank God Lou found her again and was gifted with a drink from Sylvia. She was unsure if it would be good for her reputation to hold two drinks at the same time, but then again she needed to drown herself in a vodka glass, hoping to find salvation from Harry in that liquor.

 Everyone was so vivid in between all the booze, the lights, and the rock ‘n’ roll anthems. They sang along and the hecticness of that night. But either way, she only had eyes for Harry and his lips singing along to all the tunes. One, two, three drinks in a row and she hadn’t found her redemption for the night. Actually she kept finding him in her relentless quest for a solution to her salvation. From that point - or even before - she started accepting the fact it was just meant to be; the redemption she was looking for would be in form of a curly boy who seem to be taking over all of her mind.

 He was smoking hot. Surely it was a statement, but he was indeed stunning and gorgeous, and everything else that could make her speechless. And the fact he was just there was driving her insane. The energy and the powerful vibe he emanated on the stage was still here, washing all over the party and making her feel dragged into his flawless world. Her everything by that moment seemed to be about him.

 “Too much tension in here.”

 “What?” These five words coming from nowhere made her turn around, finding Lou and her sassy eyes.

 “Be careful or you will be eaten alive.” She smirked and pursued her lips in a tiny yet sassy smile, gazing over her before leaving.

 Sylvia watched her roaming around Harry, making him break their glance for a second. Her foggy and liquored state instantly emerged and took her close to Harry, not even caring the group he was talking too, but rubbing her hand on his sides before leaving the place. She quickly turned around after a few more steps and again they caught each other’s eyes, this time wishing that it was just the beginning of their night.

 A lonely elevator ride and Sylvia already felt the frustration falling over her, wondering why the hell he didn’t simply follow her rules. They teased each other like there was no tomorrow, but there she was, alone, trying to fight her blurry mind and looking for her room.

 “You tease and you leave.” The hoarse voice echoed in her mind and soon some large hands gripped her hips. “Not fair, Sylvia.”

 “Let’s talk about fairness.” She turned her body to face him but he quickly pressed her in the corridor’s wall. “This is not fair. You are not fair.”

 “You are drunk.” A laugh left his mouth as he watched how her tongue licked her lips.

 “So are you.” She hooved her fingertip over his bare torso and grabbed the unbuttoned fabric over his butterfly, quickly pulling him closer to her body. “But I’ve heard alcohol takes our inhibitions and light a flame on what we really want.”

 “You think so?” He chuckled, not wasting any more second before gently pulling her hair down and let his lips trace all over the warm skin of her neck.

 Some random words were muttered as he forced her to spread her legs, placing his body between her as wetting a path on her neck with his touch. She gripped his bandanna and his hair in an attempt to make him stop, but he tugged her body with his and soon his warm mouth was over her jawline, biting, sucking and tempting her skin.

 As a hint of his smell mixed with alcohol invaded her, she teased her hands all up his body. A fluttering feeling filled her stomach due to his touch and the fever of his lips that never failed on exploring her upper skin. Her lips parted in a little moan as his hands reached her lower back and his thumbs just a little inside the top of her jeans, tilting her body towards him so he could taste all the way down her torso until he kissed tirelessly her nude cleavage. His hips pressed into her and her heart pounded heavy with a overwhelming sensation; she wanted, needed his lips somewhere else, but she knew no tease would be left in him before anything else.

 “Tell me what you want,” he murmured as he approached her face. A mere inch between the smirk on his swollen lips and her heavy breath, overtaken by that insane desperation called Harry.

 You, and then more of you.

[A/N] I am officially in love for Harry Styles. Just to let know I'm hella back to my rock'n'roll roots, so you may expect some good stuff in here!

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