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"What'd Ya get? What'd Ya get?" One of the boys asks as soon as I exit the store.
I open the bags to show them and they pat me on the back. One try's to grab a bottle but I slap his hand away.
"I need to give 5 of these to my brother first before any of you start on them."
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I give my brother 2 bags with the alcohol in them and hide the other in my jacket. He snatches the bags out of my hand without a thank you then walks up stares.
Meany.
I go back outside to wear the others are waiting for me and give them the last three bottles. I get offered a sip but politely decline. I don't like alcohol and I'm underage so yeah.
"Oh come on Louis! Live a little." One of the guys says patting my back and handing me a half finished bottle of vodka.
I look at it hesitantly but take a couple sips. My eyes water at the fowl taste. I go to give it back to him but he just pushes it back to my lips and they all encourage me to keep drinking.
Before I know it the bottle is completely empty and I can hardly walk in a straight line. My head feels light everything around me seems distant. This is my first time drinking so I'm not surprised I'm way more tipsy then the others.
Niall and Ben are pissed drunk and are laughing and talking loudly, acting like complete idiots. I laugh to myself. For once I don't feel shy or overwhelmed by everything. We're on our way to Maccas so we can get something to eat.
Zayn is probably the least drunk out of all of us. I think it's because he wants to keep an eye on me cause this is my first time drinking.
The triplets are acting like complete idiots, leaping over each other's shoulders and repeatedly falling over in the mud. I smile big once we reach McDonalds. I am sooooooooooooooooooo hungry. Hehe.
We all go up to the front to order. I look around and notice there are several people giving us weird looks. I furrow my brows but ignore them and search through the menu.
"Excuse me?" A lady says, from beside us.
"Me?" I ask pointing a finger at myself.
"Yes you. I have children with me and I they want their dinner so I need to order first thanks." She says trying to get in front of me.
"Yeah no. Sorry lady but you can't just cut in front of my friend here. Go to the back of the line like everyone else thanks." Zayn says, holding his hand in front of her.
"Sorry but I have children with me there for I get to go first." The lady continues.
"Mam, we're not moving, just go to the back of the line." Dylan cuts in, having zero tolerance for the women.
"Is there are problem here?" A tall man with a sleeve tattoo asks, rapping him arm around the lady.
"Yes actually. Your girlfriend keeps trying to cut in front of my friend." Niall says.
"You liar! He cut in front of me Taylor!" The lady lies, now fake crying.
"Really now." The guy says through gritted teeth. He steps close to me.
"I didn't do anything! The lady just walked up to me saying I had to move cause she has kids with her." I defend myself.
Next thing I know I'm laying on the floor with a sharp pain in my back. I look up to see Zayn on top of the guy punching him in the face over and over again. Yelling at him for pushing me. The guy tries to fight back but Dylan pushes him back on the ground and helps Zayn.
A security guard tries to intervene but the triplets jump on top of him flattening him on the ground. I curl in on my self scared.
Niall is sitting on a table in the corner laughing while eating a Big Mac Lord knows whos food that is.
Ben helps me stand up and before for we know it, all of us are being dragged out my a group of police men.
We're all sitting on the curb of the road while the police try to figure out what happened. Everyone just keeps arguing and yelling over top of each other so they just split us into three groups.
A police man walks up to me with some sort of hand machine and ask me to count to 10. He gives me a disapproving look when he sees I've been drinking underage. He asks me to give him a phone number so he can ring someone to come and pick me up.
Since I'm still heavily under the influence I just say the first number that comes to mind not knowing whos it is. The officer starts to ask me quesitons but before I can answer the alcohol and food I consumed day comes up and I vomit everywhere.
The officer sighs and walks over to his car. He comes back with a water bottle and a pack of gum. I take the things thankfully. I swish the water around in my mouth and spit it out. I pop three bits of minty gum into my mouth and chew it to get rid of the fowl taste.
10 minutes later a familiar looking car pulls up in front of us. Mr. Styles jumps out looking very angry.
Dam he looks hot.
I blush and start giggling quietly. After talking to the police man, Mr. Styles storms over to me and picks me up off the ground by my arm.
"Hi Mr. Styyyyyyles" I giggle, peaking up at him through my lashes.
"Zip it." He growls through gritted teeth.
I try to follow him but currently I have no coordination and I trip over my own feet. I put my hands down to catch my self but when they hit the concrete I feel a stinging sensation and look down to see both of my hands all cut.
I whimper in pain and pout. Mr. Styles sighs and picks me up bridal style and carries me to the car. He helps me put my seat belt on then walks over to his side.
"I-"
"Don't. Say. A. Word." He says through gritted teeth.
I pout, cross my arms over my chest, and slide further down my seat.
"Come on Louis! Drinking underage? I mean seriously? That was so immature and childish of you, and then you go and get into a fight?!" He breaths in and out of his nose loudly.
"Your lucky you didn't get seriously hurt or anything. And it's not like it was a couple sips, you got completely pissed drunk!" He continues.
I can feel tears building up in my eyes. I don't like when people yell. He's scaring me.
"OK! I get it! I was being stupid, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. It was just supposed to me and Zayn going out and then a group of his friends came with him and they were pressuring me to drink." I defend my self.
"You should still have some better self control then that."
"Why are you being so mean so mean!" I cry out.
"I'm not being mean, I'm just disappointed and angry." He says lowly.
"Why do you care! Your my teacher you don't need to be w-"
The car suddenly stops. I look out the window to see we're in some sort of car park.
"W-why are w-"
Suddenly Mr. Styles' lips are on mine. I open my eyes in shock. His eyes are closed as his lips move against mine. He brings his hand up to my jaw and pushes his lips against my harder. I close my eyes and slowly start to kiss him back.
Holy shit I'm kissing my teacher.
This is my first kiss, I have no idea what I'm doing but Mr. Styles doesn't seem to care cause next thing I know my seatbelt is off and I straddling his lap.
He groans against my mouth and I blush. My tummy feels really weird and there's are funny feeling in my crotch. This is so wrong but it but it feels so good. His hands roam around my body and end up in my hair. I tugs and a low sound leaves my lips. I blush embarrassed. I place my left hand on his shoulder and then hold the collar of his shirt with my right. His tongue brushes across my bottom lip and I stiffen.
Just as I'm starting to get the hang of it and start enjoying it, Mr. Styles pushes me back roughly. We both look at each other with wide eyes, breathing heavily. He throws me off his lap and land on back on my seat.
"That shouldn't of happened." He whispers.
My bottom lip wobbles and tears fill in my eyes. He didn't like my kisses.
"Is there someone at home?"
"W-what?" I squeak out.
He sighs. "Is there someone a home to look after you while your in this state?" He clarifies.
I shake my head no. "My brothers out at a party and probably won't be back until tomorrow."
"What about you parents?" He questions.
I look down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers. "N-no they're n-not at home." I mumble, voice cracking at the end.
He gives me a questioning look but lets it go.
"I'm not going to leave you alone while your intoxicated so we're going back to my house for the night." I look at him shocked. Stay at his house? With him? For the night? Oh boy....
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Question of the chapter: Whats you favorite food? Mines Ice cream:)