Harry Styles *dirty fanfic*

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Chapter One

"Come on Liora!" Carry said. "Hold on! I have to put on my eyelashes!" I shouted down the stairs. I sat down at my makeup table and took a deep breath before I went out for the first time in months. I heard a noise come from downstairs that sounded like a man. I couldn't figure out whose voice it was. I finished putting on my false lashes and headed downstairs. "Damn girl, look at you!" Carry said and whistled. I saw her ex boyfriend next to her, Luke, and he was staring at me. I couldn't help but to glare at him because of what he'd done to Carry two months ago when they broke up. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, then Carry looked back and forth at both Luke and I, and then spoke, "So! Why don't we head out?" "Let's" said Luke. I followed behind Carry, in her tight saphire blue dress with black heels that made her only two inches taller. Luke was, of course, wearing jeans that sagged just about down to his knees, a plaid button up shirt, a snap-back, and some high-top sneakers. I kept my distance from the two "Love Birds" while we walked to the club in central London called "The Shadow Lounge". As I walked down the street dreading the moment we got to the club knowing I didn't have a date, I saw a man gazing at me in my emerald, short, skin-tight dress with silver heels,and I stared back at him, feeling my brows go down at slight angle, feeling kind of creeped out in a way. After a while of walking, we got to The Shadow Lounge and heard the pumping music from outside the club. I could feel my heart beating faster, and I was getting a bit shakey. The bouncer let us in and as we approached the dark open room, I could smell the desperation, sweat, and alcohol of everyone in there. "Come dance with us!" Carry shouted over the extremely loud music. "And what, be the third wheel? I'm all set, I'll go to the bar, thanks!" I said and walked away. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked. "Piña Colada, please!" I responded. About five minutes later, I had a ice-cold drink in front of me, calling my name. I took a first sip, and soon after that it was gone. I saw a figure sit next to me, glanced over at it quickly, and recognized the face. It was the man who was staring at me on the way here! The bartender came over and asked, "What can I get for you tonight, sir?" "I'll have a gin and tonic, and I'd like to get this beautiful young woman here a glass or chardonay, please." he said, throwing a few pounds onto the bar. Shortly after he ordered the drinks, there was a glass of wine in front of my face. I looked at it closely, observing every inch of it, making sure that the bartender hadn't done anything to it. "I'm not going to poison you, darling." He said with a heavy british accent. "And how am I supposed to trust a man who buys me my favorite kind of wine, without even knowing my name?" I asked him. "Don't worry about it. When you're finished, I was hoping we could dance together." He suggested. I thought about it for a minute, then a girl came over to him. "I know who you are!!!" She screamed at him. "Sign my back, Harry!" she said lifting up the back of her dress, showing us her thong. "I think you need to leave, please." he said to the girl, politely, yet sternly while gently pushing her away. "So I see you must be famous." said sarcasticaly. "Well yes, but she must have been drunk." He said cheekily. "I've never seen you anywhere... How are you famous?" I questioned. "I'm Harry Styles, from One Direction." He answered. "And I'm Liora, from... well... nowhere famous." I said laughed.

Chapter Two

One Direction? Who the hell is "One Direction"? "So about that dance..." He suggested. "What about it?" I asked, looking at the glass of wine that was still mostly full. "Will you?" He asked. I hesitated, then answered, "Sure, why not?" He got out of his seat, and held out his hand for me to take, and so I did. We waked out to the floor getting closer, and closer to the loud speakers with bass so high you could feel your brain shaking. He stood behind me, and I started to grind on him. I fet that it was a little wrong, but hey, I was catching a buzz, so I didn't think much of it. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and I started to get very into this dance. I started to feel something grow along the back or my leg, and slowed down my dancing. He quickly turned me around so that I was facing him, and planted one on my lips, hard. I fell into a trance and went with it. Soon, we were making out n the middle of the dance floor, with the majority of the club staring at us. Carry and Luke came over and said that they were ready to leave. I told them that they could, and that I was going to be home later. "Later? Or Tomorrow?" Harry whispered in my ear. I chuckled and said, "Depends." "On..?" He questioned me. "What happens later tonight." I said and winked. He winked back, and continued to kiss me.