Harry Styles | Dirty One Shots

The Underground

I take another shot, needing more alcohol in my system.

I'm trying, very hard not to freak out.
Every alarm and red light is going off in my brain.

Oh my God, I'm going to get murdered.

"Not many get invited to parties like this, how did you manage. Not to say you aren't a very sexy woman" His smile is intoxicating.

Maybe it's the alcohol hitting me.

Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in my head.

"My uncle, Jack Carlton-"

God, what a bullshit lie.

I read an article about him a week ago, something about another museum being opened up in North London.

"He got me in" I pick up the drink he got me and take another sip.

I try to sound confident in my answer, but my teeth are knawing on my lip.

"You're apart of the Carlton family?" I nod my head and smile at him.

"What about you, Mr. Fancy Suit? You seem so interested in my life, but what about you"

As the liquor takes over, I reach out and poke his chest.

He grabs my hand, I go to pull it away but he holds my hand up.

"Are you married, darling?"

Fuck.

I was going to take it off, but it was the fanciest peice of jewelry I owned.

I stay quiet, letting him hold my hand and eye the ring on my finger.

"Are they here with you?" He smiles at me and more gently places his hand in my lap.

His fingers just barely brush over my thigh, and they tense.

I shake my head.

Trying to wish away the pulsing I feel from just his fingertips.

He laughed and brought his hand to my cheek. His fingers trace along my jaw.

"I can't say I blame you, honey. Considering the family you're from, I'd be pretty fuckin' disappointed with that ring as well"
His thumb went over my bottom lip.

"Makes me think that this pretty lady, isn't satisfied" His fingers come down, tracing the vein in my neck and then pulling his hand away.

His smile never falters. Not even once.
He waves to the tender for more drinks and then looks back at me.

"What is it sweetheart, boredom? Spouse not fun enough to join you?" He wonders, he takes the cherry from his drink and I watch as he pops it between his glittery lips.

He reads me easily and it drives me fucking insane.

I quickly chug the rest of my drink and pull the new one towards me.

"Let me guess, love" He leans closer to me and I want to pull back but he smells divine.

"They don't know you're here" His unwavering smiles twists into a wicked smirk.

I shiver when his breath hits my skin.

"No, he doesn't" I answer him, my voice almost cracking.

Fear, anxiety and a hint of excitement floods me.

"Why is that, Emma?"

Again, he emphasizes the name.

"I-I-" I freeze for a moment, mixed emotions raging through my stomach.