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chapter fifteen

After the first couple of drinks, the club doesn't seem to be such an intimidating place anymore. When most people get drunk, they describe the feeling as making their brain fuzzy, and not being able to pay attention to detail. All the times I've gotten drunk, I've realized that it makes me notice every little thing. It makes everything so clear in my head that it gives me the most incredible feeling. I watch Harry as he sips his drink. He seems so perfect, I can see now why I was so intrigued by him back when we first met. His deep green eyes seem to always be darting back and forth, as if he were always thinking about something important. His perfect pink lips always seem to be turned into a frown and a smile at the same time. His long, dark brown, curly hair always seemed intimidating to me, as if it screamed "bad news". Now, I just see the perfection in all of its tiny ringlets. Just as I reach for another sip of my drink, Harry slides his hand to my thigh. I let out a tiny gasp out of surprise, and I hope Harry doesn't hear.

"Dance with me," He commands, and his tone reminds me of the first day we met, when he was so demanding with me. Since that day, I've obviously seen the caring and compassionate side of him, but he hasn't shown that dark side of him that I really saw the first day. I nod, entranced by his green eyes staring into mine. They seem to contain something other than love this time, and I can't quite make it out.

He takes me by the hand and pushes through the sweaty bodies to make a pathway for us to get into the center. I see a couple girl's prying eyes sneak a glance at him, and at first I feel jealousy, but when they see me it changes to a sense of pride that Harry's mine and all mine. I hope.

"Harry, wait, my drink," I stop him.

"I'll buy you a new one," He says, his face serious. I almost laugh at his facial expression, not because it's particularly funny, just because Harry Styles can be almost split into two parts- the serious, menacing, big, scary Harry, and the cute, amazing, loving, caring Harry. I decide I love them both, but prefer the caring side of him.

I begin to move my hips to the music, all of my confidence coming straight from the alcohol. There are so many people around us I can barely do anything more than simply swinging my hips, but I guess if I did have space I wouldn't really know what to do. Suddenly I feel hands upon my waist and Harry pulls me towards him. I don't really know how to dance, especially with a guy. The only dancing I've ever done with a guy is slow dancing at homecoming and prom, and Harry obviously takes notice of this.

"Just follow me," He says, and places his hands on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and continue moving to what I hope is the rhythm of the music. It doesn't seem too hard, and I pick it up in no time. I'm a little nervous, but I know I'm not the worst dancer in the world, and Harry seems to be liking it, so I start to gain confidence. My fingers lightly graze the back of his neck as I'm dancing, and his seem to be creeping lower and lower by the second. I'm surprised when he pulls me in closer so we're pressed up against one another and he leans over to kiss my neck.

"Harry," I plead, "Come on, we're in a club," I complain, and he pulls back for a second.

"Hey, everyone else is doing it," He smirks, "you know, if you're really that uncomfortable with this, we could leave, go back to my place, and-"

"Stop, Harry, come on, I'm having fun, let's stay," I say, and he gives a slight nod.

"I'm having fun, too," He says, smirking. He replaces his lips on my neck and I sigh.

"Let's go get a drink," I suggest and Harry doesn't reply, only manages to let out a soft mmm. Since we're so close together, I can feel him getting hard through his jeans. It makes me smile, because it seems like I can make him hard by doing almost nothing.