I was drunk.
Well. Maybe not drunk drunk, maybe just slightly tipsy, though if by the looks that my brothers were giving me, I might as well been throwing up out the window.
We all crowded into my brothers SUV, and I purposely made sure that Allie was seated in the very back seat of the seven seater. There was no chance I was getting shoved back there. After her obnoxious whines, she finally agreed to sitting there. It only took a good thirty fucking minutes to convince her to do it, and it left everyone irritated.
I didn't even understand why she was invited, she was a royal pain in everyone's fucking ass. She had overdressed, if that was even possible. She had draped a sequenced golden dress over her body and the highest of high heels. She looked good, I wouldn't deny that, but it made me squirm with annoyance when Harry gave her a second glance.
Why I was annoyed? No idea. Did I want to know? Absolutely not.
Harry was driving, Johnny in the passenger seat, whilst I had Michael and Trent next to me in the middle seats. Everyone had dressed nicely, Harry included, though as usual, I was the only person coping a glare from Johnny.
"Do you have a fucking problem?" I snapped as Johnny glanced back at me again from the front seat with a glare. He was starting to piss me off with all his little head shakes and rolled eyes.
"You look like a stripper," he sneered.
"I look good," I corrected, rolling my eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing down at what I was wearing. "You're just mad that I'm not hanging over the loft to you. Grow up, you child."
It was a simple black dress anyway, so I knew he wasn't actually snappy about that. It was strapless, short, and plain. There was nothing over the top about it, nor was there anything about it that made me look like a stripper. To be fair though, I took it as a compliment. Strippers were hot. They knew what they were doing, and they knew they looked good. I knew I looked good, my brother was just a dick.
"No fighting," Trent demanded, followed by a groan. He sounded like an exhausted parent. "You're going to give me grey hairs already. Next time we take seperate cars."
I didn't bother to answer, because I wasn't against the idea. Hell, next time I'll drive my fucking self. I still needed a car though, but I wasn't above stealing the keys of one of theirs for a night.
"This is fucked up," Allie commented from the back.
I ignored the urge to roll my eyes at her attempt to join in the conversation. I looked down at my nails, examining them with a sigh. "What exactly is fucked up, Allison?"
Michael nudged me with his knee, giving me a look that told me to shut up. I ignored it, as per usual.
"Like, aren't you guys upset?" She continued, her voice full of confusion. "Like your parents died, and we're going out clubbing, isn't that weird?"
That time I did roll my eyes, inhaling a deep breath as I did. My cousins lack of sensitivity never creased to amaze me. Again, I didn't understand why my brothers wanted her to come out tonight.
"Everyone deals with their emotions their own way, Allie," Trent answered before I could open my mouth, though it sounded as if he was straining himself from biting at her as well.
"Dumb question," Johnny continued after him. "My way of mourning is through getting completely and utterly fucked up so I can't even remember my name."
Michael hummed in agreement. Something I was surprised at. I eyed him closely before shaking my head.
"This doesn't sound like is going to be safe," I muttered underneath my breath.
"Is Harry going to be with us the entire night?" Allie piped up again.
Honestly, could she be anymore fucking obvious?
"Why?" Johnny said, turning his body around so he could shoot Allie a smirk. "Got a little crush on our guard?"
Allie rolled her eyes, though let out a laugh as she glanced at Harry. He met her eyes in the rear view mirror and I swear my eye twitched when he smirked at her. How the fuck can he be nice to her and be a jerk to me?
"I just know how dangerous Hidden can get," she said with an innocent shrug. "I just want to make sure he's going to be around."
Johnny laughed at our cousin, before clamping a hand down on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll keep her safe, right?"
Harry glanced in the rear view mirror again, though this time, he met my eyes. His smirk grew wider when he noticed my glare. "It'll be my pleasure."
Fucking asshole.
*
I was suddenly very regretful that I even decided to come out. Like beyond regretful.
Jerry was fucking assigned to look over me, whilst Harry was told to stand next to Allie and watch her. When my brothers became personal fucking wingmen, I had no fucking idea, but it was pissing me off.
We all sat across multiple booths that was situated towards the back of the club, behind the red velvet rope and the guards that stood on the outside of it.
It was the best view in the club, having eyes on pretty much every inch of it, as it was elevated, though my eyes were trained on Harry. He stood next to the booth, his side brushing against Allies every so often.
She was giggling mess as she drank her stupid fucking cosmopolitan, talking to whoever else was in the VIP booth with us. It was another girl, one who I forgot the name of because, well, in actual fact, I didn't care. It was just annoying me that Harry could engage in conversation with them all like it was one of his own free will, but spoke to me like he was forcing a hot blade down his throat.
I shook my head, sipping my own drink as I glanced around the booths. I recognised everyone who sat along with us in the booth, majority of them just being fish who were trying to become social piranhas. They disguised themselves as people who held authority, though I'm sure if my brothers even breathed on them, they would surely shit themselves.
I slouched further into the leather seats of the booth, sliding my tongue against my teeth as I watched the scenes unfold in front of me, despite someone trying to speak with me.
Clare, the girlfriend of one of the other men who sat besides my brothers, chatted mindlessly, as if I was actually paying attention to her rant on how Gucci was better than Versace.
She titled a finger through her loose curls, her head seeming to move left to right as she spoke, a drunken grin on her face. She reminded me one of those clowns you'd see at the circus. Wide grin, face full of makeup.
I met Jerry's amused eyes as I drank, holding back an eye roll as Clare took in a deep breath between speaking, almost as if she forgot she needed oxygen. Jerry grinned at me, shaking his head before turning his gaze back out to the sea of people who danced wildly to the beat of the music.
Lights were flashing, the music was blaring, and everyone looked as if they were having fun. I frowned. I wanted to be apart of it.
I turned to glance at Clare in thought. I suppose she was my only option, wasn't she? "Do you want to go dance?"
She blinked at me. "Really?" She had the nerve to gasp and I almost swallowed back my words.
I shrugged, draining the rest of my drink and setting down on the table. As I stood, everyone's eyes followed me. "Sure, why not?"
As I turned to walk out, a hand grabbed me. Without trying to make a scene, I stared down at my brother who had his hand clamped around my wrist. "Where are you going?" Trent asked calmly, and it was barely audible over the base of the music.
I tugged my hand away, offering him a tight smile. "To dance, that alright, Your Highness?"
He rolled his eyes at me, jerking his head at Jerry. "Follow her, would you? Keep her out of trouble."
"Oooh! Are you going to dance?" Allie asked, standing on wobbly feet. "I'll come!"
I wanted to say no, but the sudden fact that Harry would be coming down with us to the dance floor, without the watchful eyes of my brothers made me change my mind. "Sure."
Trent looked between Allie and myself, before sighing and nodding at Harry. "Go as well. Her dad would kill me if something happened to her."
Allie turned to Harry, giggling. She stumbled slightly as she tried to move, her hands reaching out onto Harry's chest to steady herself. I watched as his hands moved to her waist, holding her still.
Her grin widened, my glare hardened.
"I'm his princess," she said with a laugh.
Harry smirked, turning her around so she could move towards the stairs that descended down the dance floor. "I'm sure you are."
Motherfucker.
This fucker could flirt with my cousin but he couldn't even greet me a hello each time he saw me? Fucking asshole.
So what, he's into blonds? Cool. He's into my cousin? Even cooler. I didn't know why I cared, but my blood felt hot as I shoved my way past them, Clare hot on my heels as I moved.
As soon as we were down on the dance floor, I regretted my decision to dance. Everyone felt warm and sticky, and too many people were pressed up against me as I tried to make my way through the crowd of people.
As I tried to wiggle my way through a bunch of people, a hand pulled me back and I stumbled into the chest of Harry. I glared up at him, yanking my hand away from his warm fingers. I was getting real sick of people tugging on me like the owned me, even if they were pretty British men.
"Do you mind?" I snapped. "Don't touch me."
"Easy there, Cinderella," he cooed, moving closer as someone pushed into his back. "Don't want you to loose another shoe."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Bite me, Dog."
He grinned, not seeming phased by my comment. "Only if you ask nicely, Miss Taylor."
My cheeks heated, but I blamed it on the sudden change of temperature from moving from the VIP booth to the crowded dance floor.
My eyes moved to follow over the crowd of people in search of Allie and Clare. "Where did they go?"
"You would of noticed they went in the other direction if you hadn't been so busy storming off from Allie," he said with a smirk.
"She's annoying," I said with an eye roll. I was suddenly pushed into his chest by a party-goer, gasping as he caught me by my elbows.
Instead of releasing me, his hands tightened. He stared down at me, a mischief look in his eyes. "Annoying? I don't know about that."
My eyes narrowed. "You're really into my cousin? Gross."
"Don't be jealous," he said with a chuckle. He moved to closer until his head dipped towards my ear, his lips brushing my ear. I shivered. "Jealously doesn't look good on you, Annabeth."
I pulled away so hard, that I stumbled slightly in my heels. Harry looked amused, I felt livid. "I'm not jealous, you asshole. You touch me again, and I'll fucking scream," I warned.
His eyes shon. "Promise?"
Yes. "Fuck off," I huffed, feeling flustered already by his attention.
Jealous, was that what I was? No. Absolutely fucking not. Jealous over what? Allie? Ha. What a laugh. So what if she got attention from Harry. Who fucking cares. Not me, that's for sure.
I tried to move away from him again, though this time, as I turned, I was pulled back into his front. Harry's hands fell onto my waist, pressing my back into his front. I froze, my eyes wide.
"I'll guide you," he whispered into my ear, and I could hear the smirk clear as fucking day in his voice. "Can't have the princess getting lost now, can we?"
I didn't comment, and for whatever fucking reason, I didn't move away. I let him push me in random directions, squeezing through the crowds of people until we were face to face with Allie, Clare and Jerry once again. Turns out they made a beeline for the bar.
Jerry stood besides the girls near the bar, his eyes narrowed at anyone who tried to get too close.
"There you are!" Clare squealed, tugging me close to her.
The sudden cool breeze drifted up my body as I was pulled away from Harry and guided towards the bar.
"I got us shots!" She said happily, motioning to the shots laid out on the bar. I blinked as I counted them. Twenty-one. "Seven shots each!"
"Harry, you should have one!" Allie cooed from besides me, and I did my best not to watch her wrap her arms around his neck. I failed.
Harry grinned down at her, though tugged her hands away from his neck. He held them close to his body as he shook his head, making her pout. "I wish I could, love, but I'm working."
I scoffed internally. Love.
Allies hand drifted down his chest. "You're not working later though, are you?" Her fingers stopped at his belt. "You should come over."
Her voice was audible over the music, and my eyes narrowed as Harry met my eyes over her shoulder. He knew I was listening, and it was making his smirk widened. He didn't bother looking down at Allie as he spoke. Eyes locked with mine, he nodded. "That sounds like a great idea."
He was trying to make me jealous. That was clear as fucking day. It was too bad Anna fucking Taylor did not get jealous. Nope. Not at all.
I turned back to Clare who was still weirdly grinning at me. I returned the smile, entirely forced as I followed her to the bar to swallow down those shots.
Harry was playing with the wrong fucking person. He wanted to try and make me jealous? This was a game I was good at. He was about to fucking lose.
Seven shots later, the alcohol was taking a toll on me, making me sway against the beat of the music, becoming more friendly with Clare as we laughed loudly, hips swaying. Allie was doing her own things, and it looked as if she was some sort of snake charmer, trying to beckon Harry to her.
I wasn't paying attention to it, because I had a feeling Harry wasn't even paying attention to her. It made me relax slightly. He stood next to Jerry, his eyes bouncing around the club, eying the party-goers as if they were direct threats. I did notice how is eyes moved over me, lingering slightly before he looked away.
I smirked to myself, enjoying how I could feel his eyes on me each time I lowered myself further to the ground, or swung my hips in a certain way. It wasn't only him that was watching me either, and I think he was starting to tell.
God, Harry had a jawline that could cut glass when he was angry. It tensed to the point I wondered if he was going to break a tooth. It made me grin.
A group of boys made their way towards us, all looking far too confident as they approached. Clare giggled at the men, shaking her head wildly as they tried to talk to her.
I could tell she was flattered, though she would never cheat on her partner, who still sat up in the VIP booth with my brothers. Little did these boys know, was that her partner was the CEO of a multimillion dollar company and would probably break their hands personally if he saw them attempt to hit on his girlfriend.
"I'm taken!" She shouted over the music, though pointed at me. Bless her. "But she's not!"
The leader of this little pack made eye contact with me, his blue eyes trailing my body. He was cute, I decided. Broad shoulders, a wicked grin, and a chiseled jaw. What else could you want?
He moved closer to me, blocking my view of Harry. Perfect.
"Hey," he called over the music. He kept his distance as he smiled down at me, looking all the more charming. I moved closer.
"Hey yourself."
He grinned, taking the green flag happily, moving to place a hand on my waist. I allowed the contact, making Clare laugh besides me. I couldn't see Harry's face from here, though I didn't think it would be as encouraging.
"You wanna dance, pretty girl?" He asked me, tilting his head down at me.
I could gag at the pet name, though I wasn't about to be picky on who I danced with. I peaked a look over his shoulder at Harry, my heart fluttering when his angry eyes met mine.
Jerry didn't look as angry, though he was suspicious of the interaction, though kept his distance. At least he knew boundaries.
"Sure," I agreed, pressing myself closer to him. He smelled like faded cologne and sweat. "How about somewhere less crowded though?"
He looked intrigued, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "Sounds good to me, beautiful. Shall I lead the way?"
Could he sound anymore like a douche? "Of course."
He grinned at me, turning around to lead me away, only to bump into Harry's shoulder. The boy was slightly shorter than Harry, having to look up to meet his eyes.
Harry rose an eyebrow at him, and the drunken boy only laughed. "Sorry bro!"
Harry's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering to me before they landed back on the handsome stranger who was pulling me away. "No problem bro."
I gave Harry a smirk, and a slight tap to his abdomen as I followed after the man who was doing a great job to rile Harry up. I couldn't help but laugh as we moved away, and I wondered how long it would take for someone to stop us.
His hand was sweaty in mine as we moved through the crowds of people, moving closer towards the corridor that lead towards another room. It was more R&B music in the other room. I followed, feeling like an excited puppy who just got given a new toy to play with.
The corridor was littered with stray people, the purple neon lights casting a supernatural glow to their skins as we passed them. A few eyed me closely, as if they recognised who I was and wondered what I was doing here, though majority were minding their own business, standing outside the private rooms that were sectioned off to the sides.
We had almost made it through the dark corridor before I was ripped away from the no-named strangers grasp.
"Hey!" I snapped, as a hand tugged me towards him. I glared up at Harry, not surprised to see that he had followed me, though annoyed he felt the need to pull me away. "Do you mind?"
Does this man not understand he can't just fucking grab me? Honestly, I think a dog had better manners then him.
"Yo, what's the deal?" The guy complained, eying Harry suspiciously. "Not cool bro."
"Oh fuck off," Harry growled, looking at the man like he was nothing more than a spec of dirt.
Much to my dismay, the stranger didn't put up too much of a fight. He rolled his eyes and ventured off, leaving me alone with Harry. So much for those sexy strangers who fought for your rights as woman. I rolled my eyes as I watched him walk off. What a piece of shit, how did he even know I knew Harry? I made a mental note of his face. I wanted him banned from her.
Turning my attention back to a Harry, I scowled at him. "Jealously isn't a good look on you," I taunted, wiggling a finger at him.
He grabbed my finger, wrapping his hand around my index finger. His eyes flashed with anger. "You're drunk."
"You're jealous," I retorted, a smirk crawling on my lips. I may have been a little drunk, but I wasn't admitting that until he admitted he was jealous.
He shook his head at me. "I'm doing my job, Anna. I'm not jealous of anything. Let's go back to everyone."
I would of believed if it wasn't for the way he was standing close to me. I knew the difference between anger and jealously, I had pissed off enough guards distinguish the difference between the two.
"Whatever you say," I said with a grin, clearly not convinced. I didn't bother moving either. I stood my ground, which made him shake his head.
He let out a frustrated sigh, and I watched his Adam's Apple move in fascination as his eyes moved down the length of my body. "Why do you make it so difficult?"
I licked my lips. His eyes darkened and I couldn't help but laugh. "Why do you make it so easy?"
Harry wasn't hesitate or even gentle as he pushed me back, moving me until my back was pressed against the wall. My heart fluttered, and I welcomed the touch eagerly. His hands pressed on either side of my waist, eyes narrowing at me.
"All you have to do is listen to me," he growled, shaking his head again. "It's not that fucking hard, Anna. You listen and everything runs so much smoother."
I titled my head up at him, angling it so I was just that inch closer to him. He didn't pull away, though his eyes dropped down to my lips for a fraction of a second. I licked my bottom lip.
He was angry. It made my thoughts run wild because he was just so pretty when he was angry. It made me want to rile him up even more, see how far I could get until he exploded.
My drunken mind took over my thoughts, and a breathless laugh escaped my lips at the sight of him.
"Sorry daddy, maybe next time I'll listen to you."
It was beyond fucked up that I had the nerve to call him that, though it was all worth it when I heard the shaky inhale of breath. His nostrils flared and I saw something sinister flicker in his eyes.
Oh my, oh my, I think I just found something out about Mr Harry Styles.
"Oh la la," I cooed, grinning up at him. "Looks like that control kink of yours extends further than I thought. Do you have a daddy kink, Mr Styles?"
His eyes shut momentarily before he glared at me. It looked like I awoke the beast, and I was having too much fun with it. "Watch your mouth," he warned, swallowing.
I bit my lip, eyes twinkling. "Or what, daddy?" I taunted, grinning at him. I straightened my back to get a little bit more height, our lips practically brushing each time I spoke. "Are you going to punish me, daddy? Are you going to bend me over like you promised and spank me, dadd-,"
My words died in my throat, just as Harry's hand snaked around my waist, pulling me until I was flush against his chest. That wasn't what made me gasp though. It was his hand. His hand dipped down around my waist, grasping the the bottom of my dress until it bunched in his hand as he grabbed my ass.
Holy fuck.
His hand didn't stop there, he pressed me against the wall, blocking the view of anyone who walked past. His hand squeezed my ass cheek, his fingers curling until they on the border of pressing against my entrance, the only thing stopping him from pressing his fingers inside me was my underwear. I swallowed, my eyes wide in shock.
He stared down at me, a mixture of pure fury and a deadly sense of lust. "I said watch your fucking mouth, Anna."
I couldn't do anything but blink, making his lips curl in a smirk when he realised he had stolen my ability to speak. What the fuck was happening right now and why the fuck was I allowing it?
"See, that's better," he cooed, his fingers moved slightly, and I felt his fingers massage my ass cheek. He let out a throaty sound, one that sounded like something between a groan and a growl. I swallowed, as I watched him, fully intoxicated by the look of him in sudden dominance. "I like you when you keep your mouth shut. Such a good girl, aren't you?"
Why did that sound so hot falling from his lips? At this rate, I'd be anything that motherfucker wanted me to be. His accent could make the most innocent things sound dirty. "You got one hell of a kink there, Styles," I muttered, my eyes strained on his nose ring. I feared if I made eye contact with him, I'd melt into a puddle.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched me. "You have no idea, Princess." He gave my ass one final squeeze, his lips moving forward to brush against mine ever so slightly before pulling away completely. He tilted his head at me as he watch my chest rise and fall as I breathed.
Apparently I forgot to breath. I eyed him closely, wishing I had something smart to say, but my mind was coming up blank. "Why don't you go do this to Allie?" I muttered, feeling as petty as I sounded as the words fell from my lips.
Harry shook his head as he stared. "She's not as merely as fun to play with."
My eyes narrowed. "So you aren't going to her house later?"
His eyes looked like stars as they light up. "Can't. Have to guard some princess in her tower tonight. She tends to take up a lot of my time."
"My brothers would kill you if they saw what you just did."
His smirk didn't falter. "You plan on telling them, sweetheart?"
Cue my heart skipping a beat. "Probably," I answered, with a casual shrug. "Maybe it'll teach you a lesson to keep your hands to yourself."
I had no intention of telling my brothers anything, but he didn't need to know that. I wanted to be in control of this situation. Given the laughter that followed, he wasn't convinced that I was going to say anything either.
"Do it," he encouraged with a shrug. His eyes shamelessly ran down my body again, before meeting my eyes. "Only gives me an excuse to punish you, doesn't it?"
I had never had a daddy kink, never been fond of the idea of fucking spanking or punishment or anything like that, but with a mouth like that and hands like his, I think I found a new love for it. I'd happily call this man daddy if it meant I got his hands all over my body and lips bruising mine.
I had to play this cool though, there was no chance I was giving in this easily. I straightened my posture, walking as straight as I possibly could until I brushed past him, my hands travelling down his chest. "Don't tempt me with a good time, Daddy," I cooed into his ear, squeezing his shoulder lightly.
I swear I felt him shudder against me, and I smirked to myself as I walked out of the corridor, and back into reality.
I could feel the close proximity of Harry, though he kept his distance from me. I almost questioned why since he was totally fine with intruding my personal space, though then I saw my brothers. They all stood by the bar, staring out at the crowd of people.
"Where did you go?" Trent asked, as we approached.
"I tried dancing with some hot guy," I said smoothly, shrugging my shoulders. "Harry insists on being the best guard dog possible and stopped me before I could. You got any treats I could give him?"
Trent rolled his eyes at me, leaving the conversation at that as he turned to speak to my brothers. I couldn't help but glance over at Harry. I fully expected to see the stone cold look to his eyes, but to my surprise, a smirk rested lightly on his lips, as he laced his hands behind his back.
I bit down on my lip to stop a grin from spreading across my lips. He didn't say anything to me, though I could see he was amused by my answer, even if I did refer him to a dog again.
It was like I now had a secret, one that didn't need to be shared with my brothers, nor did I worry about it getting out. A secret all to mine own, and it may just be my favourite one yet.
One that had a dirty mouth and pretty pink lips. One that I was sure to ruin me, and I was most definitely going to let it.
A/N:
Hello my loves!!!!
How is everyone? Please forgive me on the delay of updating, I've been trying to finalise Red Room and it's just been hectic! So far there's 4/12 chapters that I've drafted. I was hoping to get all 12 out but I might just post them in parts. I don't know ahhh, I'm lost tbh.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I certainly did.
More updates coming soon!!! Thank you for reading.
I apologise if the editing isn't the best. Between work and updating, I've been staring at a computer screen for literally 12 hours and my brain hurts 😅😅
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