Dead (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Part 5

The game proceeds as any good game of spin the bottle should.

"Ellia," Louis seductively whispers to you, "it's your turn."

You giggle drunkly at this, and reach for the bottle placed in the middle of the circle you guys have formed. You spin it harshly, waiting for it to stop. It stops pointing to Harry.

"Get ready, Harry," you say, " I am going to rock your world."

Harry grins and moves closer to you. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

And that is when you black out.