“If you ask me, I think people should kiss more in clubs.” Harry shrugged while dancing, a sly smile on his lips that showed only one dimple as he looked slightly down at where she was dancing along to the music.

To be honest, he was just saying whatever came to his mind — and the truth was that Harry was drunk. Drunk enough to not think too much and say anything.

Things he genuinely thought but had never said out loud.

In that Berlin club, the music thundered, people danced pressed tightly together, and sweat wasn’t a problem for anyone. On the contrary, it was a sign that the vibes were right and that the DJ was doing his job perfectly.

There was Harry, who had been living in Germany for a few months now because, along with part of his team, he had decided he needed a new air for his music. Something new… different.

And wow, this was different.

Here no one was staring at him, no one touched him or called out for photos or out of impression. Everyone was there for the same reason: music, alcohol, and maybe a drug or two.

And Harry liked how free that felt.

He had been dancing with her for a while now. He knew she was beautiful and that, like him, she was a foreigner. He noticed her the moment he saw her, and it wasn’t until four drinks later that he gathered enough courage to talk to her and ash if she wanted to dance.

And apparently she was just as gone as he was, because she didn’t hesitate to say yes even though they hadn’t even shared their names. At this point, he still didn’t know her name and he was already talking about club-kissing. Alcohol really did things.

He stared at her as he moved closer, not a single ounce of shame in his body… as if he suddenly forgot that he was literally Harry Styles and that someone could recognize him.

“I feel…” he continued, speaking as loudly as he could over the music, his hips moving. “I feel like values are getting lost—”

That’s when it happened.

Apparently alcohol gave her the necessary courage, because the last thing Harry imagined was that she would shut up all the nonsense he was saying with another kind of nonsense: kissing him without even knowing who he was.

It was totally worth it talking all that shit.