What's your Poison? - h.s

30.

I pull my skirt down a little bit to cover the fresh red marks on my thigh from Harry's hand as I walk down the stairs to the club. I feel a little bit of Deja Vu as I tug the hem down further. I look over to Harry's booth as I make my way over to the bar, noticing him look at me quickly before looking away and smiling to himself. I can't help but feel completely naked right now. I feel as though I can only take small steps at time in case my skirt rides up an further and exposes my bare ass and more. I slip behind the bar, grabbing some empty glasses left on the bar to start clearing them away, trying to avoid any interaction with Joe as my cheeks still feel flushed.

"That was quick." I hear Joe say in my ear. I snap my head round, feeling startled by him. I'm totally on edge.

"Oh, yeah just a little smoke. Too busy down here to leave you alone." I smile awkwardly, focusing on stacking all the glasses up.

"Yeah, right." Joe says sarcastically. I look to him confused, unsure what he means. "Harry can't help making his mark for everyone to see." Joe whispers into my ear, before pulling away and gesturing down towards my chest. I follow his gaze to see bruises on the top of my chest and along my collarbone, where Harry had been sucking my skin. My eyes widen as I look to see Joe laughing.

"Well, fuck." I say, before joining in on the laughing. It's a good thing Joe is my friend, otherwise this would be embarrassing, instead of hilarious. Joe was bound to find out about us sooner or later, since he works with us everyday and is Harry's best friend. I'm just glad Joe can't tell that I've also lost my underwear as well. I look back to Harry and notice him staring at me, although he's alone in the booth this time. James is nowhere to be seen. I smile at him, making him stand up and head over to us. As he reaches the bar, he joins us behind it rather than sitting on the other side like usual.

"I felt like I'm missing out on all the fun, what's so funny?" He asks, standing next to Joe in front of me.

"Oh no, I'm definitely the one missing out on all the fun." Joe says raising his eyebrows before turning to serve people at the bar. I can't help but try cover my blushing face as Harry laughs. Maybe if he didn't want Joe knowing, he could have been a bit less obvious. Although, it seems that Harry finds it all bloody hilarious. I hit his arm as he continues to chuckle.

"Ow, rude." He teases, rubbing his arm where I hit him. "Maybe you should cover yourself more." he smirks back at me. The sort of smile that is too hard to stay mad at.

"How else would you claim your property, hm?" I tease back, returning to clearing the bar of glasses. I feel Harry stand behind me, pressing his back to my chest and bringing his lips to my ear. He slides his hands around my hips, digging his fingers into my hips and pulling me back into him.

"That's just a taster, petal." He whispers closely into my ear over the music, as if no one else is around. His breath hitting my ear and neck, sending chills down my body. I can feel myself hold my breath, before seeing James catch my eye as he walks down the stairs. I quickly push Harry off of me and move further down the bar away from him.

"Harold," I hear James say as he reaches the bar, keeping my head down to avoid eye contact. "I'm going to take my friend back to my apartment now. How about we finish our chat in about an hour?" He shouts over the music. I quickly glance at Harry and see him roll his eyes in response.

"An hour? That's generous. Maybe be more realistic and say 5 minutes?" Harry snaps back. I can't hold in a chuckle, but quickly cover my mouth as I see James' head snap round to me.

"Bring your friend too, Harry. But maybe get her some new underwear since she left hers in your office." James says back to Harry, but watches me as I stare down at the bar, pretending to clean. I feel my cheeks burn as I realise he probably just found them up there, and put two and two together. Once I see him leave out of the corner of my eye, I look back up at Harry and can see him glaring at him as he walks out. I look down to his hands to see them clenched, quickly getting to his side and taking his fist.