the song for this chapter is "Life Of The Party," by The Weeknd :)
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Hello, welcome to the other side
You're lost
Baby step outside your mind
You've been really good
You've been really good
You've been thinking 'bout being bad ever since I put you on-on-on
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Finley
Before I had a chance to think rationally, I unlocked the bathroom door, without protest from Harry this time, and pulled him along with me out from the hallway and back into the main area of the house where everyone was all smooshed in.
It seemed kind of odd to me that in a house this big, everyone chose to be jam-packed into one place, but I suppose that just made it all the more fun.
With Harry's large hand entwined with mine, I tugged him more towards the middle of all of the dancing.
The song that was playing, one that I couldn't quite identify due to my inner self screaming at me to drop Harry's hand and run, faded out, and a new one began.
S&M by Rihanna came on and I knew this could either be very good, or very bad.
Very good, because it was a song that helped me let loose and relax, and just have fun. Or, very bad, for those exact same reasons.
"Are you gonna dance with me? Or are you just gonna hold my hand all night?" Harry suddenly asked, and I hadn't realized that I was still holding his hand and just standing there like a drunk idiot until he called me out for it.
His lips quirked up into a grin at my embarrassed expression.
"I'm fine with either, Little Red," he whispered, and I had to practically read his lips to hear him over the music. Fuck, those lips.
I rolled my eyes at him and his flirtatious comments and dropped his hand, and moving my own around his neck, and then down his chest, and back up again as I began to dance to the song that was so loud it was shaking the floors.
Harry looked at me with lustful eyes, watching as I moved against him, frozen for only a moment, before his hands gripped my hips and spun me around, pressing my back against his solid chest.
His hands remained firm on my hips, their placement alone causing my entire body to feel like it was on fire.
I pushed my ass back against him, which caused his hands to squeeze tighter against me, moving his body in sync with my own.
I listened to the song and smiled to myself as Rihanna sang out the lyrics.
"'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me."
I tilted my head back against Harry's chest, looking up at him to find him already peering down at me, a mischievous grin on his lips.
A bold and cursed part of me caused my lips to move before I had time to give them permission, and the words spilled out of my mouth quicker than I could shove them back in.
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