Safe

chapter 20

"And what is tha-"

My sentence cut short when I turned around to Harry holding my matching bra and panties I wear for special occasions to feel good about my body.

"Give me those!"

Harry laughed again, and got up out of the bed holding the bra to his chest. He discarded my underwear to the floor and played with my bra more. Strutting around the room like a girl.

"Think it fits? Your breasts are quite big." He smirked.

"Harry!" I yelled.

I snatched the bra from him, picking up the underwear on the floor, rushing to my dresser. I safely tucked it away in my undergarment drawer. Which now, I will be sure to keep an eye out when he's around.

I huffed at his immaturity whilst his deep, raspy voice laughed aloud on my bed. I walked over to my bathroom, and made sure to lock the door. Harry has many wondrous thoughts, and I was not about to let them find their way in here whilst I was half naked.

Although Harry had found my sexiest pair of undergarments, I had several others, just not as hot as the others. I'd managed to grab one of the those pairs to wear tonight, with a white skirt and a blue shirt. Giving into Harry's comment in the car that I should wear skirt. He's not getting a dress from me. I don't want his green eyes watching me anymore than needed.

"Raeee." Harry's voice called out.

"Yes?" I asked opening the door.

"You should wear this dress I found on the floor. Your arse would look incredible in it." He swung the dress back and forth in front of me with a smirk.

So he has been snooping around my room when he's alone.

"I'm not wearing that." I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Besides, if you think my arse would look incredible in it, what would other guys think?" I asked trying make my voice sounding as innocent as possible.

Harry eyes widen at the sudden realisation of the dress. He immediately threw it behind his back. The dress making a soft thud on carpeted floor below.

"You're to never wear that dress unless it's for my eyes only." His jealously getting the better of him.

***

Harry parked his car down the street from small club he was taking me to. I was a little nervous, partly because I knew he'd make me dance. I'm not horrible, just rhythm lacking.

The cold air whipped around my body, making me shiver. Regretting my decision to wear a skirt when it was so close to the season changing into winter. Harry put his arm around my shoulders, making warmth instantly spread throughout my body.

When we arrived at the door, the bouncer let us in without Harry even speaking a word. Just one nod of the head and the rope was open for us. The others in line weren't happy how we were just let in, and they had to stay out in the freezing air. Some girls in tight dresses forgot about the air long enough to look at the man around my shoulder, and give me a scowl. Obviously they're aware of who the male is that is currently being a taken as my boyfriend. Or in hopes of the women standing here, his fling for the night.

Harry led me through the crowd surrounding the outskirts of the dance floor, over to the bar that was lit underneath by a dull white light. Many drinks and half empty pint glasses filling the lit bar. I was pulled to the centre, and set on the stool with empty seats on both sides of me. Harry took his seat next to me on the right. He grabbed both of our coats and called over the bartender. He handed the heavy wool to him, leaning over the bar and whispering something in his ear. The man smirked and patted Harry's shoulder whilst they laughed. Harry turned back to me, understanding my questioning look.