the song for this chapter is, "Hey Baby (Drop It To The Floor)," by Pitbull Feat. T-Pain :)

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Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight
I wanna see what you got in store
Ha hey baby, givin' it you all when you're dancin' on me
I wanna see if you give me some more
Ha hey baby, you can be my girl I can be your man
And we can pump this jam however you want
Ha hey baby, pump it from the side pump it upside down
Or we can pump it from the back and the front

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Tate

      "We will be listening to Mr. Worldwide, and Mr. Worldwide only!" Niall shouted from his current place of standing on the countertop, a shot of tequila in each hand. 

  The lights in the safehouse were off, but the room was now illuminated by the cheap party lights Niall had insisted that we buy at the store. Taking Will and Niall shopping for a night of drinking was like taking a kid to a candy store...complete and utter chaos. 

   Pitbull was blaring through the house speakers, and I could feel the bass pumping through my feet against the hardwood floors. I had no complaints, as Pitbull was one of my favorite artists to listen to before a night out, but Niall was truly his number one fan. Once we had gotten some food into him, he was like a jackrabbit, completely out of control, and now, he was ready to get absolutely shitfaced. 

   He demanded we get dressed in something other than sweats, and so, there I stood, in high waisted baggy fake leather pants, and a white cropped tank top with a shirred front. I tapped my heeled chunky black booties against the floor to the beat of the music, glancing up at Harry who was dressed in wide-leg black pants, and a white graphic t-shirt. Even though we were inside, he was wearing yellow-tinted sunglasses, and he had decided to switch out his usual black boots for a scuffed up pair of white sneakers. 

  I loved how much more comfortable he was getting style-wise, the bolder looks he had been sporting lately suiting him perfectly. He looked absolutely delectable. 

   "I demand we take shots!" Will shouted over the sound of Hotel Room Service blaring through the speakers. 

   The colored lights flashing throughout the house made things look as though they were moving in slow motion as we approached the bar area to see the row of shots Will had poured for us, accompanied by limes and salt. 

    I licked the back of my hand and peeked up to see Harry staring at me through the yellow lenses of his sunglasses, smirking at me as I prepared to take my shot. I blushed and sprinkled some salt on the wet patch of skin, picking up the lime in one hand, and the shot glass in the other, everyone else doing the same. 

  Will raised his shot glass, looking around at all of us with a goofy grin on his face. "To a great fucking night, and the best group of fucking people I know!" He toasted loudly, signaling for us to take the shots.

    I tossed the burning liquid down my throat, waiting for a second to enjoy the feeling of it searing through my body before lifting the lime up to my mouth, scrunching my nose up at the sour taste of it, and slammed my glass back onto the counter with everyone else. 

 "Forget about your boyfriend and meet me in the hotel room!" Abel shouted, his calm and refined demeanor diminishing the second the alcohol entered his system. 

  "That's the spirit, Abel! Let's get fucked up!" Will yelled in reply, slapping Abel's back in approval. 

   I grabbed the bottle of tequila from the countertop, eagerly refilling my shot glass, my pour a little heavy-handed, causing a few drops of the intoxicating liquid to splash against the counter.

  Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise as I threw the next shot back.

  "Harry! Harry! Harry!" Niall spat out, rushing up to Harry's side and tugging his shirt sleeve like a small child.

  Harry rolled his eyes and smiled at Niall. "Yes?"

   "Can Izzy and some of her friends come over? It's like fifteen people, max," Niall begged.

  "You still talk to Izzy?" Abel suddenly asked, walking up to Niall and lazily slinging his arm over his shoulder.

   "Who's Izzy?" I called out over the music.

  "Izzy is this girl Niall has been in love with for about three years. He met her in Portugal a few years back on a mission, and he's been hooked on her ever since," Abel chuckled, patting Niall's cheek lightly.

   I smiled softly as Niall's face broke into a grin as we talked about this mystery girl. I fully expected Harry to shut him down, but everyone was thrown into a state of shock when he simply shrugged and mumbled, "Sure."

   Niall slapped a hand on either side of his face, his mouth dropping open.

 "Are you serious? I could just kiss you!" He screamed, throwing his arms around Harry's neck, who promptly shoved him off. 

    "Please don't," Harry chuckled, "as long as they are out of here by three am latest, I don't care. Izzy's a cool girl, but if any of her friends piss me off or act suspicious, it's over," Harry instructed, wagging a finger in Niall's face.

   I suppose having the rest of the boys here made Harry more relaxed, considering we had now five people including me who could defend themselves. I trusted Harry's judgment and was kind of excited to meet some new people.

  "Good, because I already told them they could come, they'll be here in ten minutes," Niall grinned sheepishly, earning him a thump to the back of the head from Harry.  

   "Fucking prick," Harry chuckled, and Will suddenly joined the group.

 "Izzy's friends are coming over? Fuck yes, now it's really a party," he grinned excitedly. 

  I laughed and walked closer to Harry, rubbing my hand up and down his back and causing him to look down at me.

 "I'm surprised you said yes, I figured you'd be on high alert after, well, you know, everything," I chuckled.

  Harry shrugged, "I guess I just figured that trouble will find us if it wants to, we might as well have some fun while we're waiting for it, right? Plus, I know Izzy, and a lot of her friends, they're good people," he explained.

   As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Niall sprinted at lightspeed to go open the door.

  "Izzy!" I heard him shout excitedly from the front door. 

More voices followed, male and female, and soon, a group of twelve or fifteen people walked into the living room, all dressed in going out clothes, hooting and hollering as they greeted us.

  I couldn't hear a few of the people's names over the sound of the music, but I figured that soon, everyone would be too fucked up to be worried about remembering everyone's names. 

   "We used to do this all the time when we first started working as a group," Abel explained from beside me.

  "Really?" I laughed, picturing younger versions of all of the boys throwing parties at safe houses by night, and doing their criminal work by day.

   "Oh yeah, this is nothing. We used to fill the safehouses with like one hundred and fifty people, it was insane," Abel chuckled, reminiscing on their old times. 

 "Why'd you stop?" I shouted as I swore Niall had just turned the music up even more.

 Abel shrugged. "Dunno exactly, but I think it had something to do with Whit being pissed that Will and Harry spent over ten grand on a party that they planned for Niall's half-birthday while already hammered," Abel started, and then threw his head back in laughter.

   "His half-birthday?" I laughed. 

   "Any excuse to throw a party was good enough for them," he nodded, "Oh my gosh, that night, they thought that they had hired some strippers for Niall, but they were so drunk, that they accidentally called a kid's face painter and balloon artist instead. So, instead of getting a lap dance that night, Niall got his face painted like a tiger, and a balloon shaped like a dog," Abel cackled, slapping the counter with his hand. 

   I felt tears brim in my eyes from how hard I was laughing. 

"Tate! Tate! This is Izzy! Izzy, this is Harry's girlfriend, Tate!" Niall cheered, and I came face to face with the beautiful Portuguese woman who apparently held the key to Niall's heart. 

  She chuckled, her hand firmly grasped in Niall's reaching forward to hug me with her free arm.

 "It's so nice to meet you! I'm so happy Harry found someone who makes him as happy as you do, he's been introducing himself as "Tate's boyfriend" all night," she laughed, and my heart swelled and my laughter continued at her words. 

   "It's nice to meet you too, I'm guessing Harry is already drunk?" I chuckled.

 She shrugged. "In his words, "he's only tipsy," she laughed, and as if on cue, Harry suddenly came into view. 

  "Tate! Baby!" He cried out, holding two drinks in his hand, giving one to me. 

 I needed to get on Harry's level, so, I tipped the cup back, draining it of its contents in a matter of seconds. And then I shouted, "Shots!" sending everyone scrambling to the bar area to throw back more tequila, the sound of glasses clinking against the counter heard faintly over the music. 

Niall really wasn't kidding about only listening to Pitbull, and suddenly, I heard "Give Me Everything" start playing, and I jumped up and down excitedly.

I grabbed Harry's hand, turning back towards Abel, Niall, and Izzy.

  "Don't just stand there! Let's fucking dance!" I shouted, beckoning them to follow me towards the rest of the group who was already dancing and jumping up and down. 

A petite brunette walked up to Abel, waving at him shyly, and even with the dim and flashing lights, I knew he was blushing like a madman. 

   "I'm Adelaide!" She introduced herself.

 "I-I'm Abel," he stammered, adjusting his glasses.

   "Do you wanna dance?" She offered.

 "I-uh, yes, yes! Yes of course!" he spattered out, grabbing her by the waist and guiding her closer to the crowd of dancing people. He glanced back at Harry and I, a big smile on his face, and I gave him a thumbs up.

   Niall was clung tightly to Izzy as they danced, and he looked so happy as he held her. Even Will was dancing with a stunning girl, her arms thrown back on his neck, his arms around her waist. Which left Harry and I the only two people not glued to each other. 

  I listened and joined in with the crowd of people shouting the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, not being able to wipe the giddy smile off of my face.

  "Tonight! Imma love on you tonight! Give me everything tonight! For all we know, we might not get tomorrow, let's do it tonight!" We screamed loudly, and soon, my body was being tugged against Harry's the smell of the alcohol strong on both of our breaths as we shouted the lyrics and danced against each other. 

     Harry mumbled the words against my ear and I chuckled as his drunken state caused him to slur his words as he sang, "Excuse me, excuse me, and I might drink a little more than I should tonight, and baby, Imma make you feel so good tonight, cause we might not get tomorrow," he giggled kissing my ear and swaying his body against mine, heat radiating between the both of us from the alcohol and the crowded room. 

    In between songs, we all took a few more shots, the drunken state of camaraderie being one that would always be unmatched. There were few friendships more fun than the ones you made while under the influence. And I felt carefree for the first time in a long time as I danced and got drunk with strangers, the boys, and Harry.

   I suddenly squealed in excitement when my all-time favorite Pitbull song, "Hey Baby," began to play.

  "Oh, my fuck!" I groaned, leaning my head back against Harry's chest, "This is my favorite song, it makes me just wanna let loose and go crazy," I mumbled, enjoying the sway of my body from the alcohol. 

   Harry smirked down at me, yellow sunglasses still on his face, but I could still see his eyes twinkle in amusement. 

 With my head still tilted back against him, I pouted out my bottom lip. "What? You're telling me this song doesn't make you just wanna rip someone's clothes off and absolutely lose yourself?" I shouted, clapping my hand over my mouth and suppressing the drunken giggles as I realized I probably said that a bit too loudly, but then I came to the conclusion that the music was too loud, and that everyone was too drunk to care.

   "I never said it didn't, but then again, I always wanna rip your clothes off," he whispered suggestively, bending down to nip at my ear.

  He gripped my hips and tugged me tighter against his own, grinding against me and I smirked and threw my arms back around his neck, gliding my body lazily up and down his to the beat of the music as I heard the song blaring.

   "Hey, baby girl whatcha doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store, givin' it your all while you're dancin' on me I wanna see if you can give it some more!" I heard a voice shouting louder than the music itself, and I laughed when I spotted Abel, with Adelaide dancing against him, as he shouted out the lyrics to the song like his life depended on it. 

    I cupped my hand over my mouth as he looked at me smiling and shouted back the next few verses towards him.

   "You could be my girl, I could be your man, and we can pump this jam however you want!"

  Soon, the whole room was joining in.

    "Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we could pump it from the back and the front! Hey! Hey baby!"

   I closed my eyes and laughed as I rocked against Harry, a sheer layer of sweat coating our skin as the alcohol made us warmer and warmer, the effect seeming to be accelerated by the friction of our bodies rubbing together.

   My drunken, mischievous, and admittedly horny mind drifted to other possible ways that we could make each other sweat, and I bit my lip to hide the cheeky grin trying to break through and onto my face. 

    I snapped my eyes open to scan the room of intoxicated, carefree, and horny people grinding against each other, and before I knew it, I was pushing Harry's body away from mine, only to grab his hand and begin dragging him away from the crowd and towards the stairs.

   "Where ya goin' baby-baby?" He cooed, and I giggled at the lil nickname and drunken slur of his words as he trailed behind me. 

    I just laughed and continued to pull him along with me until we reached our bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

   While I was in fact intoxicated, I knew exactly what I was doing, and exactly what I wanted.

   And what I wanted...was Harry. 

  And so, I pushed him back against the wall, tugging up the ends of his shirt, only to have him push my hands back down, gripping my tiny wrists in his large hands, the coolness of his rings giving me a slight chill.

    "Tate, you're drunk," he laughed, and I rolled my eyes.

  "So are you, and besides, I've wanted to do this since I was sober," I shrugged, biting my lip and glinting up at him.

    His lips parted slightly, and I watched as he gulped. "Do what?" He whispered.

  "You," I giggled. "I want you, Harry. All of you."

   Harry's already blushing face flushed a deeper shade of red at my words.

  "Tate, believe me, I want that too, but I just don't want you to regret this in the morning-"

 "I won't Harry. I love you, I am in love with you, and I have wanted to do this for a long time now, we just kept getting kidnapped so we never had time," I joked, causing Harry to tilt his head back against the wall for a moment and laugh. 

     "Besides, drunk sex is sometimes the best sex," I shrugged.

   Harry bit his lip and breathed out through his nose. "Are you su-"

   "Yes, I am sure."

       Before he had a chance to check again if I was sure that I wanted this, I pressed my lips to his, running my hands through his hair, which was already unruly from jumping up and down and dancing downstairs.

   The remnants of the alcohol on his tongue only further intoxicated me, fueling my desire to have him, and for him to have me. 

   He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me back and dropping me softly onto the bed, ridding his torso of his t-shirt, and I was already reaching back to unzip my top, tossing it on top of Harry's shirt. 

     Harry walked towards me, and I grabbed his hips, which were level with my face, holding him in place with one hand, while I used the other to unbutton and unzip his pants.

    He kicked off his shoes and tugged his pants down his legs, reaching down for my own and doing the same, leaving both of us in just our underwear.

    I scooted back on the bed while Harry climbed further onto it, and he hovered over me, kissing me sweetly. I could tell he was being gentle in every aspect of what he was about to do, and I could tell it was taking a lot of restraint.

    But the thing is, I didn't want restraint.

 I sighed and flipped us over so that I was on top, holding Harry's shoulders down as he tried to sit back up. I leaned down, my hair creating a curtain around one side of his face as I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it back, before letting it go.

    "Listen, Harry. I know you are trying to be sweet and soft and gentle for our first time. I know you love me, and I love you, but, do you think you can do something for me?" I hummed.

    He nodded eagerly, gulping a bit as he did so. "Yeah, anything. What can I do for you baby?" he whispered, his voice, raspier than before.

    I belt down and sucked on the skin right below his ear, smiling when I felt him shiver underneath me, and bringing my lips directly next to his ear to whisper my request.

    "I want you to completely let loose, I want you to be wild, and crazy. I wanna feel every bit of you tonight, and Harry?"

     All he could manage in reply was a hum.

   "I want you to fuck me like you hate me."

AN: WOW. UM. YEAH. OKAY. WELP. I LOVED WRITING THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! ILY ALL SO MUCH! xx g