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Jess's POV
"Hit me baby one more time."
Choppy breaths radiating from Harry's mouth is the only reminder that I'm actually present in this moment. Eyes interlocked and hearts beating in a syncing rhythm stealing me away from my current reality and sending me into a state of bliss.
I don't know whether to blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol and illegal drugs coursing through my system or the green eyes blaring into my soul, but something about this moment with Harry feels different.
Definitely the drugs, that would be weird otherwise.
Right?
I slowly become more present of my surroundings, the erratic breathing from both of slowly returning to normal and the cheers from the club suddenly becoming more present in my conscious.
"Ho-ly shit-"
I get cut off with a sudden embrace from Harry, shrieking and giggling as he triumphal lifts me up in a hug, spinning us around in pure glee. I can hear the cheerful spurts of laughing leaving his mouth, the acclimation from the crowd increasing even more.
Harry stops spinning me but doesn't let me down from his hold, our eyes not leaving each others as our laughter becomes less prominent, mesmerisation replacing the carefree emotions from before.
The world around us quiets, so it seems, and all my senses fix to the man in front of me. The man who pulled more out of me in the month or so we've known each other than most people in my life. The man who so easily aggravates me without even trying, but also the one who makes me feel a little bit happier if I really sit and think about it. Staring into his eyes I realise I never gave him a chance, I've always been so closed off to people that closing off to Harry seemed normal at first, but the more he tried to learn about me, the more he tried to be a friend to me, the more I shut him out. Past experienced have ruined any chance of me fully being able to believe that all Harry wants is to know me for me. That all he wants is to actually be a friend to me and not hurt me, not just say things that he thinks I'll like to hear, but because he actually means it.
"Harry..." I start to whisper out, feeling all the emotions I've shut out start to fill in my eyes realising how shit I've been to Harry.
"Well that was a lovely performance but if you'd mind taking your love story somewhere else. Yo MC Nialler in the mix!" Niall cheers into a microphone he must've taken off of me, snapping me and Harry from our daze we were in and awkwardly pulling away from each other.
"Fuck I need vodka." I mumble under my breath, immediately getting off the stage before Harry could reply.
What the hell was that? What sort of fucking spell was I just put under, and in front of every one?
Definitely the drugs.
"Round of shots please." I call out to the bartender.
"Jess."
Fuck not now, not now.
"Make that 2 rounds!" I call out again to the bartender, slamming down the shots as the come. The bartender looks slightly alarmed, keeping up with my order but never the less trying to see if I'm okay, which I wave off a quick yes to.
"Jess."
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. If you ignore something so much to the point you truely believe its not real, it's not.
"You know what maybe a whole damn bottle might be nice, might get rid of this voice I'm hearing right now. Deep, British... you hear it too?" The bartender takes a step back, not delivering my needs and looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Jess."
"Yeah he's right behind me isn't he?" I ask to no one in particular, feeling a hand on my shoulder pulling me around to be face to face with a smirking Harry.
"Need those shots. Need those shots." I chant under my breath, not turning up to look at Harry just yet.
"C'mon Yellow, let's get that bottle you're so fond of and explore the city." Harry rasps through a laugh.
"What?" My heads snaps up to meet Harrys eye, a small smile itching its way onto my face as I recall the first time we met.
"Lets explore the city."
I stare at him in apprehension for a moment, before flicking my eyes over is face to see if he's joking.
"What?" I ask after realising he's being dead serious, "you want to just leave your own party?" He just nods with a beautiful smile crossing his lips, showing off his dimples in his cheeks.
His smile reflect onto my once apprehensive face, convincing me in a matter of seconds. "Fuck it, let's go." I smile. By the time the words have left my lips, he interlocks our hands and leads us out of the club.
I lean into Harry so that our foreheads press against each other, smiles mirroring each others, and excitedly nod me head. Harry's smile grows if that is even possible and he pulls away from me to reach over me and call on a bartender, paying for the bottle of vodka like the gentleman he is.
"Are you on coke?" Harry suddenly muses, looks of confusion and concern on his face as he stares into my bloodshot eyes.
Whoops, guilty.
"Are you on coke?" I retort, smile playing on my lips as I try to mimic his serious facial impressions.
"No actually I'm not on coke, are you on coke Yellow?" He holds my shoulders, eyes pressing with concern. As he gets no reply but a laugh from my mouth he huffs and contiues to grab the bottle of vodka from the counter behind me.
"Neeshga! Neeshga! Boobasnot."
Harry snaps his head back to me in an instant, totally bewildered by the words escaping my lips.
"Za Woka Genava." I continue, face as neutral as it can be, bluntly stating my thoughts as they come.
"Are you- are you fucking speaking simlish?"
"Mhm." I innocently smile, proud of my knowledge and memory in languages.
"What... I- Why- Do I even want to know?" Harry stutters, eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
He's so cute I want to eat him.
"Sorry what?" Harry takes a step back, this time confusing me with the laughter escaping his lips.
"Hm?" I ponder, poking his arm with a pout as I try and get a response out of him as too why he is laughing at me. He continues laughing, dimples indenting on both of his cheeks, eyes blazing emerald with pretty specks of gold.
How is he so pretty?
"First you want to eat me and now you say I'm pretty?" He musters through his cackles, boggling my intoxicated brain before I finally put two and two together.
"Wetash, I said that out loud didn't I?" I groan, thrashing my head into the crook of his neck, Harry's arms coming around my neck to pull me into his embrace while still laughing at me.
"C'mon," Harry starts, fingers grasping my chin to tilt my head up, meeting his smiling eyes, "this city won't explore itself."
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I split this chapter up into 2 parts so I can get this out quicker for you but I guess jess is just turning soft.... you wish.
Next chapter will be in the next few days, 3 days max and it's going to be a lot longer than this one.
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