Kryptonite ;One Direction;

Chapter Twenty-Three: Dance Like We're On Fire

The awards show was a blur of a fun night. Before I knew it, all five boys were escorting me back down the carpet and to the car. We were off to an after party and I had a feeling there was more to the long night ahead. 

Harry's arm was around my waist the entire time. I enjoyed his arm there much more then when it was around my shoulder. It made everything seem more... intimate. It felt deliberate. Like he wanted me close in a way that wasn't just friendly.

Was he just a really good actor?

"That was so awesome!" Niall grinned as the door closed. Management had picked up Harry and Louis's cars, giving us one big van to ride in. Zayn and Liam occupied the very back while Harry, Niall, and I occupied the middle seats. Louis was up front talking to the driver like they were old pals. Niall had ditched his jacket. Zayn yanked on the collar of his dress shirt.

"Do you drink?" Harry leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. I looked at him and shrugged.

"I've had like... two sips before," I admitted quietly. Harry laughed before kissing my ear. I jumped at the sudden action. I shot him a warning look.

"You haven't partied until you've partied with us."

"Party! Hell yea!" Niall shouted before fist pumping in the air. Zayn joined in, yelling about how this night was going to be great. "I think we should bring the rest of the girls clubbing."

"The girls?" I looked over at Niall.

"Yea... you, Sarah, Tammy... Abigail," he smiled sheepishly.

"You need another friend for me, Chris," Liam's head appeared next to Niall's as he leaned over the seats. Liam pouted and I laughed at his reaction.

"I'll try to make a new one that is good enough for you." I patted his cheek and he grinned. The car stopped and we were piling out. Paparazzi was already waiting for the boys, cameras flashing the second Louis had gotten out.

"Harry! Harry! Can we ask you a question?" Harry looked at the boys before Louis shrugged and walked ahead with Niall. Zayn was posing for a picture with Liam and the two answered short questions about the break.

"Sure," Harry's hand slipped back around my waist.

"How is your relationship going?" 

"It's going fantastic," Harry looked over at me with a big smile. I smiled back, trying to look like the kind of girl who belonged in his world. Trying to believe I wasn't just pretending.

"How far has this gone?" The question made my eyes pop and I gasped. I looked at Harry who just smirked and winked at me. They just ask dirty things bluntly?

"Unlike some of our media photos, we do like to keep some things private." He snicked. "We'll catch you later!" Harry called before I dragged him inside to the club.

"Oh my god," I said once I was inside. "Can you believe someone would actually ask that?"

"I told you people would be curious if we've done it! We're consenting adults." Harry pulled me closer, he had to talk loudly in my ear for me to hear over the the music that was blasting through the speakers. I just shook my head as we weaved through the people. Harry led us straight to a table full of alcohol in a roped off section. I forgot that drinking was legal back in England, but we weren't on his soil. Before I could say anything, Louis bounded over and slung an arm around Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, can I go dance with her?"

"She's my girlfriend, Lou," Harry pouted but laughed as he filled up cup from the bottle service with some type of alcohol in a long bottle. "If anyone is to grind with her, it's going to be me."