HYSTERIA

SEVEN - HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF - DURAN DURAN

"Woman, you want me, give me a sign, and catch my breathing even closer behind."

ARIEL CALLAWAY

Knowing I'm already running late, I touch up my makeup a little before going out. Nothing too excessive, knowing I'll just sweat it off anyways at The 615. It's always so fucking crowded there, no matter the day of the week.

I tossed on a solid black button down shirt over my matching lace bralette, tucking half of it into my denim shorts before calling it good and running out to where my Uber had just arrived.

Minutes later he was pulling up to the curb of the club, I thanked him and exited the vehicle before standing in line to get inside. The two bouncers helped the process go by a little quicker, but I'm sure Harry will still have a snarky response about me running late. I pull out my ID and recite my birthday and they nod to let me in.

As if it wasn't humid enough outside, it was even clammier in here. I push through the groups of people huddled at the entrance, and make my way through the dark and muggy atmosphere. Moving towards where I'm pretty sure the bar is, it starts to clear out some, more people occupying themselves on the dance floor than anywhere else.

The flashing lights allow me to see the familiar head of messy curls, two shot glasses of a golden liquid in front of him. Presumably for me, I take them as soon as I'm within his presence.

"You're late... and how did you know those weren't mine?"

"You hardly drink." I respond, ignoring the first part.

"Well maybe I am tonight." He's snarky with that response, but I know full well he isn't drinking tonight or else he'd have a glass in front of him.

"Why am I here, Harry?" I'm not here to mess around, I'd at least like an answer on why he was so adamant about me being here tonight.

"Seems like you didn't have anything else to do." I roll my eyes. Don't be afraid to put him in his place.

The bartender checks in with us, and I order myself a tequila soda and Harry gets himself a water. Moments later we're sipping on our chilled beverages.

"I actually rushed home from work for this, and I didn't even want to come. June made me."

"Ah yes, lover girl. Niall wouldn't shut up about her today." He responds. "Well I'm glad you showed up, and in that outfit after all." His eyes gesture to my unbuttoned shirt, and I can't help but roll mine.

"You're so desperate." I laugh jokingly.

"And you're not?" He fires back in an instant, and I look at him in shock.

"Are you fucking serious? Can't take a joke?" I defend, immediately ordering another tequila shot for myself even though I have nearly a full drink in front of me. Why the fuck did I come??

"Anyways," I sigh. "What songs did you guys decide on for this weekend?"

"Um, we only have one so far. Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' by Journey." I can't help but look down and shake my head when he tells me this. Of course.

"Let me guess, Louis' idea?" I ask, looking back over to him. He just nodded in response.

"Yeah, what do you know that I don't?" He questions, getting antsy.

"When we left the bar the other night, we found ourselves at a club, that was the song playing when we were dancing. He took me home right after." I tell him, and he just raises his eyebrows, scoffing.