Persecution

Chapter 17.

Suddenly a love song stared to play. Zayn asked Nessie's hand for a dance, so Lovely.  I looked at the big dance floor, couples were slow dancing.

"May I have this dance?" A Lovely voice whispered in my ear. I felt H's hot breath against my cheek.

"Yes sir." I said a bit shy and placed my hand in his. As we made our way towards the dance floor, all eyes were on us.

"They look at us." I said, feeling annoyed.

"I know, that's because I'm dancing with the prettiest girl on earth." I let out a nervous laugh. God.

"The ones who aren't able to touch you, commits." Harry whispered, His eyes closed. "Oh Kylie." Harry whispered right after, his forehead on mine. My stomach twisted, my knees felt like pudding.

"En ta Beauté, ma Mort, et ma Vie." Harry continiued to whisper his Love words in my ear, so only I could hear it. Harry's lips touched mine but he didn't kiss me. Just brushing them on mine.

"Harry, don't. Please." I said, tyring to hide my red cheeks. "Please, don't do this to yourself and me." Oh Dear Lord, does he really like me that way?

But Thank God, Harry decided it to leave it there. I leaned closer towards his shoulder, restin my chin on it. I sighed loudly, "Do you hate me?" Harry asked out of blue. I giggled, "No, I like you." I paused. "Sometimes."

Harry let out a laugh and leaned towards my ear, "I like you." Then he paused as well, "Always."

Damn it Harry. "I"m sorry, I just love to see you speechless." Harry laughed. I smacked his arm lightly, "You're insane." I said, "À la Folie." Harry replied.

After the dance H left me alone with Nessie, "Don't you see the way H looks at you? Damn Kylie, he is ready to give you the world." Ness said. I looked at my hand not knowing what to say. Remembering how his lips brushed against mine.

I then wandered my eyes around the room, Harry was chatting with an eldery man.

I excused myself and walked towards him, holding his jacket and tugging a bit to get his attention. "Love." Harry reactes fast, looking down at me, making my heart melt.

"I'm getting bored." I whispered, he nodded his head. "Follow me." He said. We then walked towards a vintange elevator, me behind Harry, our hand entwined. We both went in. Turning our heads to the door.

Harry then took out his gun, he loaded it, the gun making a 'click' sound.

"Ready to see some Gangster shit?" He said winking. Placing the gun back between his pants.

I couldn't help but giggled, "Yes, sir." Harry pulled me into his chest, a smirk on his face. I looked at him smirking as well. "Baby, My lips are soft. Let me prove you." Harry said, leaning in closer. I laughed, pushing him away. "Don't think so." I said winking at him. He pulled away, "Ah Kylie." He said chuckling.

Just then Harry held my hand in his and the doors opened to "Bienvenue en l'enfer." H said.

A Casino room, all men had big cigars in their hands, women who were Elegantly dressed walked around with a Whiskey glasses in their hands.

"Stay close to me." Harry said and walked towards a poker table.

"Well, well. See who we have there, Styles' son." An elder looking man said. H politely shook his hand and sat down. I stood behind him, I really wanted to play as well, we always pokered with my dad back home.

"Can I play as well?" I asked looking at Harry. He smiled raising a brow, "You?" He questioned. I nodded my head getting a bit frustrated, "Oh we don't let women play with us. They end up crying." A guy interrupted, who looked around H's age.