Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 82

Tracklist(Please  try to listen to these songs while reading! haha) xx

Can't hold us- Macklemore and Ryan

Your Body- Christina Aguilera

Problem- Ariana Grande

Give me everything- Pitbull

Explosions- Ellie Goulding

H a r r y

We pull up to Chathum's bar and Liam parks the furthest away from the fucking entrance. He complains how he doesn't want anything to get stolen from his car and I remind him of how much of a fucking pussy he is.

"I just want my car to be just as it was when we leave here." He pesters.

Stella nearly sways into me as she walks, by the end of the night, she will barely be able to walk without fucking falling over, and not just because she is intoxicated.

"I get it, I get it, fuck off." I grumble, pushing past Liam as we near the already open door. There is a rotten wooden platform that you have the step on before actually entering the shitty bar. The large deck that is covered in filth outlooks the grimy parking lot. Broken beer bottles and glass shards liter the grass, the moon light is even reflecting light off of small murky puddles of water in small craters dug into the ground. It's so shitty over here, it is literally the home for fuck ups and seeing the cracks in the wood remind why I fit in this place so perfectly.

If Stella had came here in the coat she was wearing prior to leaving the apartment, she would have looked like a diamond  sitting in a pile of rocks. She is though, she is fucking better than every fuck up drinking their asses off in this damn bar and she will always be, even being with a fuck up like me. Despite all the shit we have gone through and are about to go through, I know she will always be by my side, even if she is too fucking good for me. She is mine and always will be and I don't care how fucking selfish it sounds. I am her first in everything, and for that, I will always hold a special position in her heart. Fuck, even if I have a small place in her heart, I will always be in her mind, and she will always love me. She won't leave me like my father or sister did, she won't. She can't. She is my Stella, my rose in the garden of daises, and I can't loose her, because if I do, I will loose the last final piece of myself, and I will never get it back.

 I wrap my arms around her small waist and guide the intoxicated girl through the door, the electric sign zipping, humming and flickering above us as we walk in. A chalkboard stand sits at the entrance, it reads in white bold letters,  "All drinks on the house until midnight" and when I check my phone, the blurry screen reads 11:55. Fuck, I have 5 minutes to get Stella intoxicated as shit, and hell, I can do it without having to leaf through my wallet.

 A man with a long brown beard and a beer gut scrapes his teeth with a pick eyeing my fucking Stella as we finally make it to the bar, and I shoot the ugly pervert a hard ass glare. His eyes immediately  glue back to the plasma TV perched high up on the wall, and as I thought, he doesn't stare at her when I look back at him just to make sure the fucker doesn't do just that. I have no problem getting into a bar fight with the burly man. Stella doesn't even seem to be aware of anything as she stares at her fingers, and gawk at everything that flickers with lighting. She is so silent, so fucking gentle, I wonder how she will be with a few more ounces of alcohol rushing through her veins.

 The lighting is dimly lit  over the bar giving a somewhat groovy feeling but I can not decide if that is how I feel, or how the atmosphere feels. Fuck, I feel so good, and I'm going to make Stella feel just as good. I'm not as intoxicated as she is because I can hold my liquor but with a few more drinks, we both will be out of it.