Sweet Angel

Chapter 2.

The music was blasting so loud my eardrums were hurting.

The sign outsides glowed red with the words "72 Angels." It was some club that Evie always came to. She was more of the party type. Spending most her Saturday's at the clubs meeting guys.

I watched as Evie pulled her phone out scrolling to find Nialls name, shooting him a texting about how were here.

I watched all the sweaty bodies dancing against each other. Almost everyone in here holding some sort of drink.

"Let's go get a drink, they'll find us whenever." She screamed over the music, wrapping her arm around mind, pulling me through the crowd.

We both sat down on the bar stools, Evie waving the bartender over.

I don't drink. Never have and most likely never will. I hated the smell and didn't see the purpose.

Evie ordered a sex on the beach, whatever that was while I had a cold cup of Pepsi.

I tapped my fingers on my knee listening to the sound of the music filling the club. The club was filled with over a 100 people.

"Evie!" I heard a deep voice yell. We both whipped our head meeting a tall boy with blondish brown hair. That must be the famous Niall.

I watched as he wrapped his hands around her waist giving a small peck to the side of her cheek. He was definitely different than I imagine. He had a couple tattoos covering his arms, a nose ring that was black and a eyebrow piercing.

"Niall this is my friend Julia." She motioned to me.

I smiled meeting his blue eyes, sticking my hand out to shake his. I felt his firm grip as he smiled greeting me.

"She's told me lots about you julia, it's nice to finally meet you." I felt his breath hit my face. Smelt like straight alcohol.

He must have been here already cause he had a beer in his hand. "My friend is here too, he just went to the bathroom." He spoke up wrapping his arms around Evie.

"This place fucking sucks, who the hell picked it." A deep voice came from behind Niall. Niall shifted making room for his friend.

My eyes darted on the tall, very tall, probably like 6'0 guy standing in front of us. Both of his arms were covered in tattoos, not a spot of plain skin showing. His hair was a little long and curly. He had a lip ring, but a cut as if he was punched. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white top, with a cross necklace.

"Harry this is Evie, my girlfriend, and that's her friend julia." He pointed to both of us. I watched as his eyes fell onto Evie, then locking eyes with me. Evie stood up sticking her hand out to shake his. He grabbed it while still looking at me.

"Hi Harry." Her voice peeped up grabbing his attention.

I got off my seat standing there quietly. I was the shortest one here. Evie was about 5'5 and the boys were towering over us.

Niall grabbed Evies hand whispering something to his friend before they disappeared into the crowd.

Anxiety. That's all I get.

I was never left alone with a boy, not in a long time.

I felt my palms getting a little sweaty and my breath slowing down.

I looked up meeting Harry's eyes. He was standing directly in front of me. I could smell his very expensive cologne. He was quite beautiful, even though he was totally different than most of the guys I see around.

"Are you always this awkward." I heard. His deep voice finally saying a sentence to me.

I was nervous. More nervous than I thought.

I nodded not saying a word. My fingers playing with the hem of my red dress.

He bent down so he was face to face to me, looking me up and down. He leaned in close, to where his lips were against my ear. I felt his hot breathe, sending goosebumps down my skin.

He breathed in, letting out a breath "I bet you wish you were Evie right now, getting fucked in the club bathroom."

I gasped my eyes becoming wide.

"E-excuse me?" I stuttered.

He chuckled placing his fingers on my hips. I looked down at his placement. His fingers were covered in rings and bruises. I stood still, as if I was glued.

"I bet you wanna get fucked up against the sink Angel." I felt his lips kiss right below my ear.

I stayed mute. What was happening. Who were these guys Evie was messing around with.

"Please stop." I manage to get out. Only it came out as a soft whisper.

I felt his hand run down my cheek, putting the hair behind my right ear.

"You'll never ask me to stop, you'll always beg me for more, sweet Angel." He said, planting small wet kiss on my neck. That was the last thing he said before he pulled away hearing Niall and Evie behind him.

I was frozen, not understanding what just happened.

My eyes looked up at Evie who's hair was messed up and her red lipstick was more of a pink tone.

They really did fuck in the bathroom.