Harry led me straight to the middle of the dance floor( aka the living room), knocking over everyone's feet and causing me to step on our fellow dancers' feets. Loud bass music with heavy rap was playing, not a song that I recognized.
Harry seem to know it well though, as he flails his arms around, dancing as if he was a flapper. He motioned for me to join him but I just stood admist the huge, sweaty crowd and laughed. He looked ridiculous, with his dark, curly locks flopping everywhere.
The song changed and he started doing the boogie. I laughed and shook my head, starting back to the balcony. Dancing wasn't my thing, especially not with Harry Styles at some famous people party and tonight I was in no mood to make a fool of myself.
He grabbed me for a 2nd time again tonight though, making me yelp, wrapping strong arms around my waist that pulled me back to the center of the dance floor.
"Let me go!" I yelled over the music, trying to swat his hands away. He just smiled and twirled me around, making me bump into even more people.
"Loosen up! Dance to the music." He says by my ear before taking me by the waist again, swaying the both of us to the music.
I tried my hardest to break free but his arms were too strong for me. I made a mental note to get a gym membership but I just gave up on trying to leave. I closed my eyes and listened to the music, letting Harry sway us both.
His head was on my shoulders, his hot breath on my ear. The song has changed again, it was slightly slower remix, one that I recognized from the radio, a old song by B.O.B, Magic. I smiled and rocked back and forth to it, mouthing the rap parts that I knew, with Harry's hands still on my waist, bringing us side to side.
I felt Harry touch his lips to the base of neck, a bold move, but not unexpected from him. I let him, because what the hell, I was actually having fun now and it felt so good. I felt his smile against my skin as I screamed the chorus of the song, "I got the magic in me!"
Before I knew it the song was over, the next song coming on, another one that I didn't know. I was going to turn around to Harry, to ask if we could please exit now, but he beat me to the punch.
"Come with me." He whispered. I could barely hear him but his hands clasped around my wrist, leading us both to a bathroom in the back. I had a idea where this was leading but I really hoped that even he didn't have the balls to try to hook up with me right now. Even though we did kiss, that didn't count since he was drunk.
"So not that I want to question your judgement, but what are we doing in here exactly?" I asked defensively, still pissed that he made me dance, though I enjoyed half of it. Not that I was going to let him know that and give him the satifaction.
He smirked and came close to me, backing me up against a wall. For some reason, we seem to have entered the smallest bathroom possible in the house, it being only a small square, like a stall in a public toilet, except the lights were dimmed than usual in here and the walls seem to be made out of jade.
He was so close now that I thought we were definitely repeating our new years encounter or even more. I put my hands behind me on the sink, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. Harry leaned in.......
"I just wanted to use the sink, I have vodka spilled on me." He says, turning a bit sideways to wash his hands. I blinked twice, wanting to slap myself for being so stupid. Of course Harry Styles didn't want to hook up with me. Stupid me.
"You look shocked. Did you think something else was going to happen?" He chuckled, glacing at me in the mirror. I was still speechless so I didn't say anything, the heat of the moment still staying with me.
"Looked like you were a bit disappointed that I was just washing my hands in here."
That's when I snapped out of it and got mad. "Do you think this is a game or something? Guess what? I'm not one of your little girlfriends who you can play around with until the press gets bored with them so you have to dump her. So whatever this is, I don't want a part of it." I spat. Harry just chuckled, coming up to me again. This time I pushed him. I wasn't going to allow him to play around anymore.
"Aw, it was just a joke, love." He says, kissing me on the cheek suddenly, catching me by surprise for like the 100th time tonight. I stopped talking, my entire body gone fridgid from his lips touching me. It wasn't the same as it was when he kissed my neck on the dance floor. We were alone in here and he saw how actually vunerable I was.
He bent down to actually kiss me, but I predicted what was happening, turning my head to the side so he only kissed my other cheek. He laughed, tilting my head back to face his squarely so that his emerald green eyes were staring into my dull, hazel ones.
"Just let me do this. I'm completely sober right now and I want to know what it feels like again to kiss the most beautiful girl in the room tonight." Harry says softly. Without another word, he places his lips on mine, at first a light touch then with more hunger inside him. My body said yes, my head said no, leaving me clueless so I just kissed him back, like the idiot that I am.
