Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 45.

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I'm her pacifier
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Harry Styles

Harlow's drunk and forced me into doing shots with her, so there goes me being the taxi driver. That was all I took tonight, three vodka shots but I'm not risking driving her home because with my luck I'll get arrested or some shit.

It was actually really enjoyable to see her not look so stressed and her doing shots with random people who she knew because they're 'regulars'. Everybody in this place seems to love her and I don't blame them, she's just got that natural happiness about her.

Although now her club is closing and she's still in the corner trying to tidy up empty glasses. I didn't get to see her much tonight, I couldn't really take my eyes off of her but she was busy getting other people drinks so we didn't spend much time together tonight. Maybe now's my chance though, now that there's only my guys and her staff in the club, they're too high to make sense of what I'm doing anyway.

As I'm making my way over to Harlow I thought about giving her a scare, it's funny when she's all jumpy however she turned around and caught me before I had the chance. That smile on her face is the same devilish one she wore as she hopped out my car when we arrived after completely rejecting me.

My poor ego.

"Harry! Where've you been?" She smiles, almost as if she was actually happy to see me.

She's too sweet.

"I've been watching you get wasted. So how about we put this down, and we take you home?"  I chuckled back at her, stealing the two glasses of god knows what from her hands.

Her drunken eyes are staring straight into mine and her lips forming into a smirk. It's almost as if she likes the authority but I'm really trying not to be super turned on right now so that's a thought I'll keep to myself.

"How about we dance, I love this song." She suggests as 'It's not living if it's not with you' begins to play. "I know you listen to The 1975 Harry." Whispers Harlow as if it was some big secret that I do in fact know the songs that's playing.

What is she doing to me?

She's like some drunken angel who's been sent from the heavens and I'm genuinely so confused as to how she has me feeling so weird. I've had many drunk women try to get me to dance, but I don't dance.

However I did dance with Harlow in her kitchen and I am dancing with her right now.

In the corner the boys are probably sniffing multiple lines of coke up their noses, however I haven't dared to touch one bag on their stuff because my new addiction has become none other than my own little Birdy.

Her arms are loosely thrown around my neck, mine around her lips as she forces me to dance with her in this club emptied of other visitors to The 1975.

"And all I do is sit and think about you
If I knew what you'd do
Collapse my veins, wearing beautiful shoes
It's not living, if it's not with you
All I do is sit and drink without you
If I choose, then I lose
Distract my brain from the terrible news
It's not living, if it's not with you"

The lyrics seem to be far too fitting, and with a girl standing in front of me who's dancing around like the most carefree little creature in the world, I'm starting to think I might actually be starting to feel certain things towards her.

All I do is sit and think about her and all she does is distract my brain from the terrible shit going on, it's almost as if Matty Healy jumped a few years into the future and decided to write a song on my behalf.