*The song for this chapter is Arabella - Arctic Monkeys.*
Harry
I was getting so incredibly fucking pissed off with this shit.
From my position on the couch in the VIP section of the dimly lit red club, my eyes were wandering around trying to fixate my attention on anything other than the men surrounding me. My knuckles flexed on the glass of whisky that I gripped in my right hand, trying my fucking hardest not to snap at the insistent conversation that was going on around me.
"Harry, for fuck sake. Are you with us right now?"
I raised my gaze up to lock with Niall who was leaned back in the booth with a cigarette dangling out of his lips. The ash was in desperate need to be discarded but instead, it fell onto the floor.
"What?" I replied, taking a swig of my whiskey as I reached into my pockets to reveal a pack of my own cigarettes, leaning over the table to signal for Niall to light it for me.
He rolled his eyes as he clicked onto my request, lighting my cigarette as he scolded, "How the fuck are we going to do this if your heads not in it, Harry?"
I leaned back into my booth as I took a drag of the cigarette, exhaling it after I held it in my lungs for a while. This was typical Niall behaviour; always panicking about things that we had fully in control.
"He's right, H. You're so fucking out of it." I heard Seth chime in from his place next to Niall.
"Fuck you, Seth. I know what I'm fucking doing," I shoot back, flicking my cigarette into the ashtray as I take another swig of my drink.
"If we get caught doing this little stunt, we're dead Harry," Niall says in a lowered tone, keeping his eyes level with mine as he leaned forward in his seat so he was closer to me.
"Better hope they take you out quickly then," I mutter to him as I push myself out of the booth and leave the boys alone in the VIP section of the club.
My head was absolutely pounding with all of their worries and concerns; I knew what my fucking role was and I wasn't going to fuck it up. I pushed my way through the club, the dimly red lighting making my pounding head hurt even more as I made my way over to the bar. I leaned sideways onto the bar, ripping open a few buttons on my shirt to try and make myself cool down with the stress.
I glanced around the club when my eyes locked instantly on her waiting outside of the club.
I lifted my forefinger in a quick motion to summon André over to me. He instantly leaned across the bar and moved his ear to the side as I kept my gaze fixed on her frame linked with a slender brunette.
"Tell John to let her in, quickly," I ordered André, his gaze following mine as he nodded abruptly, making the order in his earpiece.
This was all too fucking perfect.
I removed myself away from the bar to a corner not too far away from the bar so I could keep my gaze on her. The red latex dress was hugging her curvy frame absolutely deliciously and the confidence that she carried herself with exhilarating. I observed her as she pushed her way through the crowd of intoxicated bodies, keeping her lady friend close to her in a protective manner. I scanned my eyes down her body when I caught the glistening tip of a knife poking out ever so slightly under her dress. It wouldn't be obvious to the untrained eye; she was smart.
