When In Cancun

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized for the millionth time.

"Stop apologizing!" Harry laughed. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was, I'm an idiot." I said as I held the icepack just under his left eye. We were currently all in the black escalade on our way back from the game. I sat in the backseat with Harry, apologizing over and over again for my stupidity.

"No, that bloke was drunk off his bloody arse. He was practically about to hit you. I'm glad it was me instead." He said proud of himself for standing up for me. I did egg the guy on though. The Rangers were winning four nothing so as one can imagine I was going nuts. I may or may not have taunted the pissed off Devils fan sitting a few seats over. He had been obnoxiously cursing at the Rangers the whole game, and like hell if I was going to let him do that at our home arena. I might have told him to go back to Jersey, and countless remarks about how his team sucks. He got in my face yelling absurd things and Harry stepped in front of me before anything could happen. It wasn't two seconds later that the guy's fist met Harry's face. Luckily he was immediately escorted away and thrown out by security.

"Well thanks Haz," I smiled and kissed the soon to be black and blue. It was dark in the car but I could tell by his shy smile that he was blushing.

"Any time babe, but you owe me a drink tonight." He shoved me playfully.

"You got it." I smiled at him and continued to hold the icepack to his cheekbone.

We got back to the hotel and I forced Louis into his old room to change and I made Tara come get ready for the club with me. I slipped on a cute black dress and black heels and let Tara give me some make up. When we were both finished we met the rest of the guys on the couches by the elevators. I was relieved that Niall wasn't amongst them. I don't think I could handle getting drunk around him. I was still a little tipsy from the game but no where near as drunk as I was planning on getting. Perrie had joined us and I was really excited to see her. She's here to be Zayn's escort to whatever big party they're going to tomorrow night. I know Harry has some celebrity date, and Eleanor's coming tomorrow for Louis. Louis assured me it was no problem to share a room with them but I would feel too bad, they need alone time. I'll probably just get a new room or take the lirr in to long island tomorrow and sleep home. It would be nice to see my family, also it would save me from seeing who ever Niall's new date is. I honestly don't want to know although it is eating at me inside. I wonder if it's that girl who was in his bed the other night.

We pulled up to the club and luckily there were very few paparazzi lining the entrance. I guessed no one had figured out the boys would be there yet. I knew by the time we were leaving the place would be swarming with fans and press. I noticed the stage as we entered the club and I was dripping with excitement. I could not wait to Karaoke, it had been way too long. I missed the past few Karaoke nights at college due to my sulking around.

We were immediately brought to a VIP section. We all sat in one of the large booths and a waiter brought a round of shots for the table. I tossed mine back without hesitation.

"Eager are we?" Harry chuckled at me.

"So how 'bout that drink?" I asked him ignoring his teasing.

"Yes ma'am." He smirked pulling me out of the booth with him. Louis gave me a stern look and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to do anything with Harry. We were just friends and he can be a little too forward for my liking. He did save me today so I definitely owe him a drink and maybe a dance. We got to the bar and I leaned on it with my elbows.

"So what'll it be Styles?" I asked him looking over my shoulder as he stood behind me with a hand on the small of my back.

"Hmm, surprise me."

I smiled and leaned a little more into the bar, gaining the bar tenders attention. He gave me a flirtatious smile and leaned over from the other side so our faces were close.
"What can I get you gorgeous?" I noticed Harry attempt to wedge his way between me and the girl next to me, so he could get closer to the bar.

"Two jack and cokes." Harry said taking control in a protective way. The bartender narrowed his eyes slightly at Harry before going to make our drinks.

"You didn't even let me surprise you." I pouted at him.

"You'll order the next round." I paid for the drinks despite Harry's objections and we both drank them pretty quickly, ordering seconds.

I was beginning to feel drunk so I dragged Harry on to the dance floor. We danced and jumped around, completely platonic, we weren't even touching besides our hands. Even Louis joined us saying he felt like a seventh wheel sitting at that table. I was confused by what he meant since there were only two couples with us but shrugged it off. After a few songs we were exhausted and went back to VIP. I wanted to have another drink before dragging Tara to karaoke with me. I was laughing along with Louis as we approached the table. Just as it came into view I froze in my tracks. He was here. He wasn't alone. He brought a girl with him. Not just any girl, that one from that old Disney show, um, Demi Lovato! Yeah, that's her name. Harry and Louis noticed I stopped walking with them and looked back at me with apologetic eyes. Harry came over and took my hand giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze, silently telling me it was okay. But it wasn't okay. I couldn't go over there and watch him with another girl. A famous girl, who was clearly much better than me. I backed away shaking my head, pulling out of Harry's grip. I ran out of VIP and through the club, finding myself at the bar. I squeezed my way through the crowd of people until I was right in front. The same bartender from early came up to me with a smirk.

"Back again? What can I get you babe?" I grimaced at the pet name, but decided to play along knowing I could get some free alcohol out of this. I bit my lip and smiled at the guy. He wasn't too bad looking, he was actually kind of cute, probably a college student.

"I'll have two shots of tequila please."

"Is one for that guy?" He sounded disgusted with his mention of Harry.

"Nope both for me."

He smirked before slamming the two glasses on the table and reaching for a bottle of patron. He skillfully filled both shots without taking his eyes off of me. I took the lime he held out and knocked both shots back before sucking sexually on the lime. My head was beginning to spin since I was getting pretty drunk. The guy smirked refilling both glasses. I knew this would send me over to the point of no return. Aka, bye Emma, hello Rose. I repeated the action drinking both shots and biting into the lime. His thumb came up and wiped some of the juice that slid down my chin. I didn't really want him touching me, but I needed a distraction from Niall.

"Shots are free beautiful. Make sure to save me a dance later, I get off after twelve." He winked before going back to his job.

I smiled and decided to make my way back to VIP. I figured I could get Tara away from everyone without having to look at Niall. I really needed to karaoke, it was just calling me. I turned away from the bar and walked a few feet only to see Niall leaning against a wall watching me. He looked pissed off, and had his arms over his chest with his ankles crossed. I knew I should just ignore him, it would be the perfect opportunity to get Tara but I just couldn't. I practically charged over to him taking his arms and uncrossing them. He wasn't allowed to be annoyed with me.
He smirked at my childishness and I wanted to slap it off his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I yelled in his face.

"How?" He smiled, finding this completely amusing.

"You know what, bye." I turned on my heels and started walking away from him only to be pulled so my back slammed into his chest.

"Stay away from that bartender." He whispered sternly into my ear. My eyes widened in fury. He seriously could not be telling me what to do. "I didn't like the way he looked at you."

"What were you jealous?" I decided to tease him, rather than blow up in his face.

"Yes." He admitted bluntly, spinning me around so I could see his face.

"I have to go." I said nervously, trying to get away from him, but his grip on my hips was too strong.

"Please, just listen to me." He begged. I didn't say anything so he took that as a queue to go on. "Emma, I fucked up. Big time. I've been killing myself for it. I just need you to know how sorry I am, and I would do anything to take it back. I think about how happy we could be in this moment if I wasn't such an ass and I just-" I cut him off unable to hear anymore of this.

"Don't you have a date to attend to?" I spat at him rudely.

"What? Demi?" He asked incredulously as if that was the most absurd thing. "No, she's just a friend I swear."

"Oh yeah, the old friend who you went on a date with today and then chose to bring her here where you knew I would be. What are you trying to make me jealous, get me angry? Because it's not going to work."

"You seriously think I would bring Demi here if she were a date? Especially how I'm practically begging on my hands and knees for you to give me another chance."

"I can't handle this shit Niall." I said struggling to break from his grasp. He sighed and let go of his hold on me. I didn't hesitate to run away from him.

Niall's P.O.V

I watched as she hurried away from me, as if I was some new break out disease. She looked so amazing tonight. That black dress hugged her in all the right places, and it made me think things I shouldn't be thinking. She was not only sexy and fit, but just so beautiful. Like earlier when she was in my hotel room, she was wearing no make up yet she still looked like a goddess.

I have to say I was more than shocked to see her today. I hadn't even known she was in the city. I was a little pissed none of the guys had told me, and they all made plans to go to a hockey game with my girl, without me. But that's the thing, she wasn't my girl, no matter how much I wanted her to be. When I saw her stumble in my room I couldn't believe my eyes. I honestly thought I was hallucinating or something, because it wouldn't have been the first time that I thought I saw her face. She was so cute the way she stumbled up from the floor. I really wish I knew what she had been doing before I came in.

When she invited me to the hockey game with them, I wanted more than anything to say yes. Asshole me had to have plans for the first time in three weeks. Demi is just a good friend of mine, despite our past. We dated for about a year before we decided we were better off as friends. I honestly felt nothing for her, our relationship was mostly for publicity anyway, as management basically forced us together. That is pretty much what they were doing right now. They knew I had no date for the charity event we have tomorrow. I had secretly been hoping Emma would come around and go with me. Head of management wasn't willing to take that risk and he may as well have forced me into asking Demi. I didn't really mind because I knew I would have a good time with her, strictly as friends. But now that Emma is here I really hope it doesn't fuck things up anymore than they already are.

I knew I had to come to the club and see Emma when Liam invited me. I couldn't just ditch Demi, especially not after she over heard my phone call with him. I decided to bring her a long, it's not like Demi and I were anything anymore, and all of the guys knew that. When I saw Emma run away from the booth I immediately shot up and chased after her. I found her at the bar flirting with that prick bartender. I wanted to go over there and scream at him to do his job, but I knew that would only piss her off. I just watched as he practically undressed her with his eyes, and she flirted back. It killed me to see, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Then she turned away from the bar smiling until she met my eyes and that beautiful smile quickly faded. I hadn't expected her to come up to me, I figured I would have to go over to her but she marched over to me all angry. It was adorable. I couldn't hide the small smile as she uncrossed my arms and flung them at my sides. She was too cute when she was mad, I just wanted to kiss that pout off her lips.

After basically begging for her forgiveness it was like a slap in the face when she walked away from me. So here I stand watching her make her way through the club. I could tell how drunk she was by the way she was walking and the strong smell of tequila on her breath.

I groaned, wanting to punch something. I went to the bar and ordered a pint or just a beer as they would say in America. Luckily that bloke of a bartender didn't serve me or who knows what shit would have happened. After my fourth bottle and two glasses of Bushmills I started to feel drunk, but I knew I could keep drinking. I stumbled my way back to the table and found Demi talking with Louis, Perrie, and Zayn.

"Where is she?" I asked them trying to control my temper.

"Who?" Demi asked but I ignored her and glared at Louis waiting for an answer. I knew that he knew exactly where she was. He nudged his head towards the dance floor I quickly turned around and scanned the crowd. Sure enough, there she was grinding on some curly fuck. Not just any curly fuck, that was Harry. I felt my chest heaving and my nostrils flaring as I tried to relax. I really didn't want to beat up one of my best mates. I already did that once and felt like shit about it the next day. But I literally felt like I could kill him for touching her.

"Relax," I heard Louis as he put a hand on my shoulder. "There just dancing."

"He has his fucking hands all over her."

"You know he's not going to try anything. He wouldn't do that to you." He attempted to calm me down, but it honestly wasn't working.

"He won't, if he knows whats good for him." I spat. I turned around and grabbed Demi's hand leading her out of VIP and onto the dance floor. I made sure to be a close enough distance to Harry groping my Emma as I pushed Demi against me. I grinded my hips into her as she pushed back into me. I didn't even enjoy the feeling. It was almost like grinding with my sister and the idea was such a turn off. Especially with what was going on between my best mate and my girl not five feet away. I kept my gaze strained on her, willing her to look at me. I practically burned a whole in her face as she finally opened her eyes and met mine. They held a certain sadness to them that she quickly covered up as she scowled at me. I watched her eyes flick between me and Demi, as the anger took over her pretty face. I knew she probably thought I lied to her about being nothing but friends with Demi. From the way we were dancing it definitely seemed like more than that. I watched as Emma reached an arm behind her grabbing a firm hold of Harry's hair as the fucker started sucking on her neck. He was surely leaving a mark and she tilted her head to give him room. The sight nauseated me. If she was going to play that way then so was I. I spun Demi around and when I knew Emma was looking, I crushed my lips to hers. It lasted for about three seconds before Demi pushed me off of her and gave me a look of disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing Horan?" She wiped her mouth, okay now she was just being dramatic. It's not like she hasn't kissed me before. I ignored her question and looked over to Emma who was no longer there. All that was left was a dumbfounded Harry looking in the direction that I guess she ran off to. "Trying to make her jealous huh?"Demi smirked at me.

"Maybe." I groaned.

"Well your an ass." She laughed. "That's no way to get a girl to want you."

"Fuck! I screwed up again! What the hell is wrong with me?" I shouted to myself.

"Go find her now, and apologize." Demi advised raising her eyebrows sternly. I didn't waist another second. I ran off in the direction that I saw Harry staring.

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