Sugar Daddy, Harry Styles, begins to have actual feelings for his Sugar Baby, Niall Horan.
Everyone disapproves of their relationship. And when real feelings come into play, for lack of a better term, shit goes down.
She shook her head and followed me off the porch. Riding to the bar was a little awkward, and I felt a little dizzy every time I glanced over at Maya whose attention was focused on the road. It was definitely strange, so strange.
"You alright?" she finally asked when we pulled into the parking lot.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, taking in a deep breath, avoiding her glance. "Why?"
"You just seem out of breath, that's all."
"Oh, well, I'm good. I can assure you that!" I sent her a smile beside hoping out of my car and walking to the passenger side to open her door for her. She thanked me and purposely leaned in to brush her arm against my chest.
Maya's fragrance wrapped around me, and I felt the same dizzy feeling I had felt in the car. Like she had cast a spell on me with the touch of her finger.
We walked in together and grabbed a seat at the counter. It was extremely loud and stupidly drunk men and women were on the dance floor while the semi-sober couples watched them from their comfortable spot in the booths.
"Harry Styles?" the young, tan-skinned bartender opened her jaw in shock when we we sat down. "Oh my god! See, I knew I made the right decision whenever I took this job. Can I have a picture?"
I chuckled and posed for a quick picture before sitting back down beside Maya.
"What will it be?" the bartender asked completely forgetting the man who was seated before us.
"Give me a glass of your strongest wine and a dry martini for the lady," I replied, sending her a wink and already feeling intoxicated even though I was very sober.
"Coming right up!"
Maya leaned in and whispered in my ear, her breath tickling my lobe, "How'd you know that was my favourite?"
I shrugged, "Who doesn't love a good martini?"
The bartender returned with our drinks quickly after we had ordered them. I took one small sip of the dark coloured wine and felt a burning sensation flow down my throat that felt good but terrible at the same time. By the time I had finished two glasses, I felt so intoxicated that the music at the bar now sounded far away and in the background.
"Harry, babe, you should stop," Maya laughed, still drinking on her first martini and popping an olive into her mouth.
"One m-more glass," I slurred. As I downed another glass of wine, I felt like I was floating, like I was in paradise and nothing mattered except for what was happening in that moment. Maya turned to look at me and gave me a smirk before placing her hand under her chin and leaning against the table.
She blinked her sky blue eyes. "Kiss me, Harry, I know you want to."
I rubbed my eyes in attempt to see things clearer. "Huh?" I asked. "Did you say something?"
She shook her head and sipped on her fresh martini, letting her red lips linger longer than needed.
"Kiss me," I heard the voice again and felt myself moving closer to her. I carefully placed my lips on her own and let out a breath when she moved her arms to wrap around my neck.
I tasted her martini on her mouth; dry, cool, and spicy. She had me wrapped in another one of her spells, enveloping me in the kiss and playfully biting my lips gently.
I caressed her cheek and ignored the flashing lights surrounding us, thinking it was simply the effect on the dance floor. My heart pounded in my chest, and I didn't feel anything. I didn't know where I was or why I was there, all I knew was that I was kissing someone and that the tongue tracing my mouth wasn't Niall's.
A/N: Double update? I'm on fire.
What do you all think is up with Maya and Harry?
Here's how she looked in this chapter:
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