Rachel's P.O.V.

Louis and I wandered around campus chatting aimlessly for good twenty minutes. We knew Skylar and Harry needed a bit of privacy but we still wanted to know what was happening. After all we were the ones who had been looking after Harry for these last few weeks whilst he had been gloomy.

Would seeing Skylar again help him get over her? Or would it simply remind him of what he couldn't have? It was a very complex situation.

As we were walking back towards the room I realized something.

"Lou, it was around about this time two years ago that we met" I pointed out.

A small grin played at his lips.

"Can I tell you something kind of embarrassing?" He askedin response.

I nodded.

"Of course, I'm always open to new things to tease you about" I replied, causing him to chuckle.

"Well when we first met that Christmas I kinda developed this little crush on you.. It was terribly inconvenient considering we were staying in the same house. And I actually ended up telling Harry about it one night and though he was sympathetic he said you were strictly off limits and that I'd just have to get over it. Me and Eleanor had been broken up at the time and we got back together a few weeks later so I guess I did manage to get rid of it" he explained.

By the time he had finished we were at the door.

"Wow.. " was all I managed to mumble before Louis swung the door open,walking into the room to where Skylar and Harry were talking about a party that we had apparantely been invited to. I could tell simply by the way his eyes shone around her that he was in way too deep.


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"Perfect!"

I grinned glancing at Skylar and Lizzie. We were all ready for the party at long last.

"Rach, why did we have to get so dressed up? Couldnt I have just worn a Christmas jumper or something?" Skylar groaned.
I rolled my eyes.

"Shut it, you look killer" I told her seriously.

I wasn't kidding, we were all looking pretty good. I had opted for aa green bodycon with red heels and a santa hat. It really did look very festive overall.

Pretty much everyone I knew was going so I was eager to impress.

We took off eventually and arrived to the party reasonably on time. The party was already in full swing I noticed as I walked in the door. There was people chatting and dancing everywhere while the loud music blared through the house.

I decided to spend a bit of time with Skylar. We never hung out much at parties, normally heading off to look for the boys. And so we spent the next 40 minutes messing around, dancing in amongst the crowd and singing loudly off-key. By the time Skylar decided to go look for Luke I was pretty drunk.

I spent another ten minutes dancing with randomers in the crowd before wandering off to find people I knew. At long last Michael, Lizzie and Ashton sitting on a rather tatty black couch against a wall.

Michael seemed to be as drunk as I was but Lizzie and Ashton were merely tipsy.

I plopped myself down on Ashton's lap, the alcohol increasing my boldness and my confidence significantly.

"Well hello" Ashton chuckled, wrapping his arms around my torso.

"You've got such lovely hair Ash" I mumbled, runningvmy hands through his curly hair.

"Its so curly and soft and wow - I could just run my fingers through it all day. Do you use some sort of special conditioner or is it just natural? If so I'm very jealous. But you know if we have kids they'll probably have curly hair. I have curly hair and so do you but I really hope our kid has your soft hair" I rambled on, the words slurring slightly as I lost sense of what I was saying.

Ashtons cheeks were a pale pink and I rested the palms of my hands on each one.

"Do I make you nervous Ash?" I whispered, bringing my face dangerously close to his.

He gulped and that was all the confirmation I needed.

I met his eye once more before quickly closing the distance between us, pressing my lips against his.

It took him a moment to respond and when he did his hand pulled at my thigh, causing me place one leg on the other side of him so I was straddling him.

My hands tangled in his tugging lightly as he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip. I decided to tease him by keeping my mouth shut but he bit down on my lip causing me to gasp, giving him opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth.

He groaned as I grinded down against him slightly. His lips detached from mine and began trailing along my jawline and to my neck. I gasped as his lips swept over my sweet spot and noticing this he pressed his tongue against it with a little force. When I moaned he smirked vbefore starting to suck at it hard.

I sighed in pleasure, ignoring the fact that I would most likely not remember any of this in the morning.

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