Sister ( Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 41

Have you ever...I mean ever in your life wished you could just disappeared? I don't mean death or something. 

But right now, in this very moment, beside the fact that I am pretty drunk, I just want to close my eyes and when I will open them again, I want to be anywhere else but not here, in front of him.

He was ignoring you.

He was ignoring your calls.

He just wanted to have sex with you.

He was playing with you.

"Hey, Reece!" I shout as loud as I can, so Harry can hear how happy I am to see this Reece guy.

"Hello, babe" He gets closer to me and puts his hand on my waist to pull me closer to him. I laugh and kiss on his cheek. I try not to look at Harry, but I can't understand, what the hell is he doing here? 

"Are you drunk, sunshine?" Reece whispers in my ear, his hot breath sends shivers down my spine.

"Maybe yes, maybe no!" I say and start laughing historically, still in hope that Harry will notice me. I bury my head against Reece's chest and hi wraps his long, strong, muscular hands around my waist.

"I want to dance with you, you okay with that?" He asks.

"Sure" I giggle and put my hand on his, he walks through the bunch of people, guiding me to the centre of the club and puts his hands on my hips, rubbing it and drawing small circles on it. I  move my body in sync with his, I  enjoy this shitty loud music and fuck, I like dancing with this prick. I suddenly forget about everything.

And in just minutes, 

I don't give a single fuck about anything. And by anything, I mean even Ben and Harry.

Reece's and my body are too close to each other, suddenly he presses his lips on mine , quickly slips his tongue into my mouth and before I can react and answer him with my hot passionate kiss (huh?) someone grabs his shoulders and moves him back, away from me.

"Seriously?" I yell, because I want my man back. He is my man, or maybe just a whore? Because I have no feelings towards him, I just want to have fun with him. 

I don't mean anything bad. I'm not against whores, they are actually pretty cool, like with those extra short skirts like Claire is wearing and all the stuff including big boobs and butts, but well, Reece is my bitch.

I put my hands on my eyes and when move them away, instead of Reece, I see Harry in front of me.

"Hi" He says. Too naturally.

"What do you want?" I roll me eyes, trying not to sound too exited. Hell, I am happy that he is here.

"Not what; who"

"What?" I don't understand. I'm too drunk for sentences like that to understand.

"I want you "

"Yeah, I know.You have already told" I smile sarcastically.

"Shh" He smiles " Don't play bad girl's role. You know, I own you. " He steps closer to me " Me" he whispers against my ear " Me" he breaks the thin barrier between us " and me"

I close my eyes, wanting to fully feel him. His voice, his smell, his touch and just Him.

"Get away from me!" I suddenly shout. Seriously, I can't control the shit outta me. What's wrong with me?

"Katherine" He sighs.

"I said get away from me! Where's Reece? I want him, not you!" I shout and start walking directly to the direction where I finally see Reece. He is standing with someone very familiar.. Is that Jake? 

Yeah, Jake. Claire's bitch.

"Reece" I smile and open my hands to hug him. I swear to god, if this bastard Jake will try to take Reece from me again or help Harry catch me, I will run away from here with Reece and never ever come back.

"Kathy" He smiles. " Don't you wanna go out of here?"

"Why?"

"Get her out" Someone says behind me, but I can't recognize the voice. Was that Jake? 

"Just come with me, babe. You will be safe" He kisses the end of my lips and slides his hand down my.."

"Hey!" I push his hand away and then start giggling again.

"You wanted to touch me, naaah! You can not! " I laugh again.

"I said get her outta here!" Someone literally shouts this time.

"You wanna have some fun, babe?" Reece asks nervously, as if he is hurrying somewhere.

"Hmm...yes?" I smile.

"Come with me" He puts his hand around my waist and starts walking with me towards the....I don't know.

"And Harry?" I suddenly ask.

"Who?" 

"H a r r y! My Harry!" I shout and try to move away his hand from my waist. " I want Harry, not you!" I shout historically. Then I look around and see that we are no longer in the club but somewhere in the dark, small hall.

"Shut up, will you?!" He shouts even louder than me, slapping me in the face.

I fall on the floor.

The pain on my face burns my body, anger mixing with it.

And suddenly, when I feel like passing out, I hear that voice.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He shout louder than both of us.

Harry.

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