"Where are we now?" I asked, getting out of the car.
We were standing in front of a trendy looking building, a line of people outside the door. Harry had his arm wrapped around my waist and a huge grin on his face.
"We're going dancing!" he enthused, planting a kiss on my lips.
I can remember my parents going out to dance when I was little, before my dad left, and always praying that one day someone would take me to dance. I had never told Harry that before.
"Harry, you are being absolutely perfect tonight, thank you." I whispered, smiling up at my boy.
"Anything for you, Lore."
We stepped inside the club and I fell in love with it immediately. Everything was white and beautiful people were everywhere, dancing, drinking, and just having a good time.
Harry and I got drinks and sat down in a booth, just enjoying each other's company.
"I wish we could just stay like this, forever." he sighed, looking at me through the curls in front of his eyes.
"Just wait, babe, a year is going to fly by."
We got up and went to the dance floor. People were packed around us, but it felt like we were completely alone. Harry wrapped his fingers around my waist and pulled me to him, my back against his chest. I moved my hips to the beat and pressed my body completely to Harry. I felt his curls pressed to my skin and reveled in his scent, imprinting it to my memory.
"I love you, Lore." he breathed, kissing my neck, making me shiver.
"I love you, H." I replied, bringing his lips down to mine and kissing him.
We continued on through the night, dancing and drinking, loving each other. It was magical.
When we were done at the club we got back into the car, both us of covered in sweat and giggling a bit.
"We done for the night?" I asked him, loving the way he took my hand in his.
"Maybe." he cryptically, making me groan.
"H, you are so frustrating!" I laughed as he sped out of the parking lot.
He turned on the radio and One More Night by Maroon 5 was playing. We slyly looked over at each other and at the same time burst out singing. We belted out the song, me, butchering every note and Harry sounding like an angel, of course.
"You know Lore, I think you have an amazing singing career ahead of you." Harry joked, sticking his tongue out.
"Shut up, Harry! You suck!" I laughed, scrunching my face up at him.
After a couple more songs and bad singing we finally pulled up to a gorgeous hotel.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, you really did not have to do this." I gasped.
"Lorelai, just let me spoil you." he pleaded, making me blush.
He opened my door and held my hand as we walked to into the hotel. He checked in and we skipped to the room, acting like idiots in love. Right as he was opening the door he scooped me into his arms, bridal style and carried me into the room.
"Harry, we aren't married." I teased, smiling at my love.
"Yet." he said with a wink, making me blush. He placed me gently on the bed and I lied back, staring up at him.
"Harry, we're kinda dirty." I said, sweat still covering my body from dancing.
"Yeah we are." he said huskily with a wink.
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