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Something unexpected

*Chantelles P.O.V

I felt the base vibrate my chest as I followed close behind the curly haired boy. I felt a hand grasp my bottom as I walked past a group of guys. I squealed, trying to get away from them. I felt rough hands grab at my hips, pulling me farther away from Harry. He hadn't noticed that I had fell behind and was surrounded by a ground of intoxicated men.

"Get away from me." I sternly spoke, pushing at one mans chest, trying to pry myself away.

"Where do you think your going little lady?" Another man spoke and roughly grabbed my wrist causing me to wince in pain.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled loud enough for the group to hear, but not louder than the pounding music.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. We can't do that." A large hand grasped my bottom, causing a low squeal to leave me lips. Where the fuck is Harry?!

"Harry!" I yelled as I was backed into a corner. I saw the towering curly haired boy making his way through the sweaty bodies, scanning the crowd for me.

I felt a clammy, rough hand run up my thigh, causing me the shriek out for Harry. Trying to get his attention.

My eyes followed his figure, hoping his eyes would take a glance in my direction. A loud sigh left my lips as his emerald eyes set on my small figure, backed into a corner, and surrounded by four men.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I heard Harry yell as he came closer.

"Woah man. Sorry. Sorry. We didn't know she was with you. It won't happen again." One man apologized, backing away, along with the rest.

"Sorry." Was repeated between the four of the men before they took off in the opposite direction.

"Did they hurt you? Are you okay?" Harry asked concerned.

"I'm fine, Harry." I said stepping away from the corner I was recently in.

"Did any of them touch you?" He sternly asked, anger rising in his voice.

"No, Harold." I said looking up at him, and into his eyes.

"Okay." He whispered, reaching down to my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. A blush crept to my cheeks as he guided me through the house of crowded sweaty bodies.

~*~*~*~*

"Hey! Do you want a drink?!" Harry asked over the loud music.

"Yeah." I said leaning closely.

"What?"

"Yeah." I laughed raising my voice a little to make sure he heard me this time.

"Oh. Okay. I'll be back in a second." He kissed my temple. "Don't move." he whispered in my ear.

~*~*~*~*

I laughed as I finished my maybe sixth or seventh drink. My hand was wrapped around Harry's bicep, holding myself up as he sipped on his first cup.

I bit my lip, leaning into Harry. "Lets go dance." I whispered, lightly biting his ear lobe. He looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed my hand, and guided me into the sea of people.

I bit my lip getting extremely close to Harry, resting my hands at the nape of his neck. His large hands slid down my sides, caressing my back side, and lightly squeezing it. He pulled my lower body into his, causing a low moan to escape his lips. I smiled starting to grind my hips against his. I moved my hips slowly while Harry buried his head into the crock of my neck, leaving gentle kisses along the soft skin.