Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 72.

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Even when the night changes
It will never change me and you
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I HIGHLY SUGGEST LISTENING TO NIGHT CHANGES ON REPEST DURING THIS CHAPTER! I DID IT WHILE WRITING AND SOBBED MY LITTLE HEART OUT BUT I PROMISE IT MAKES THE CHAPTER MUCH BETTER

Harlow Dean

Harry and I didn't bother driving to the club, instead we called a taxi and that means we can both drink tonight instead of one babysitting the other. I did say I didn't mind, but Harry was very set on the idea of me getting wasted on my birthday.

It's also Gatsby night at the club so it's so fun to see everyone all dressed up like it's the 1920's. Harry also looks great, it's like he just stepped off the set of a period drama and I think he looks so good.

So does everyone else in the club, all my bar staff dressed accordingly, the strippers did too and I can see heaps of new faces here tonight which is great because that means we'll probably make more money tonight, and all money we make on a Friday goes to charity.

This week the money is going to the local rehabilitation centre, they really need it. Judging by the fact there are a few hundred people here, and most drinks are from £3-£8, we'll be making good money tonight. Also with the theme being Gatsby night There's a lot more full bottles of wine being sold, so that definitely helps too.

It really does make me happy.

I think that's a reason why many people like this club, because a lot of big places like this just keep their money and sure you need money to pay for the premises and all the other expenses, but you don't need every last penny to run your business.

Besides, having a weekly charity night makes people want to come on the other nights too, so it's a win-win situation.

I head over to the corner, where Harry is already sat down and there's 6 glasses of Prosecco on the table. There is also a few bags of cocaine but I quickly picked them up and gave them to Niall, telling him to keep them out of sight.

"Happy birthday Harlow," Liam smiles, jumping up to give me an inviting hug.

I sit back down next to Harry, and his possessive arm wraps around my waist to pull me in closer. He passes me the champagne glass and clinks his against mine before lifting it up slightly in between us.

"Cheers birdy, happy birthday." He winks, taking a sip and immediately screwing his face up, "what the fuck is that? It tastes like TV static!"

All the boys burst into laughter and I can't help but join in on the hilarity. Thankfully Harry started laughing too and he placed it back down and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Prosecco tasting like tv static is a strangely accurate description and that just made the whole thing funnier.

"It's Prosecco, Harry." I tell him through laughter.

"It tastes expensive." He adds, raising his eyebrows at me.

He passes his glass to me, clearly uninterested by the taste of it so how I'm holding two glasses and sipping out of them both like a lunatic. Harry has gone back to his whiskey and everyone else is drinking god knows what, but I'm not caring as long as they're paying for it.

Tonight's music didn't really suit the theme of the night, instead we were just playing a whole playlist of love songs and it didn't surprise me that Harry knew every word to every single song so far. That man has a lyric reference for everything.

"merci pour le meilleur anniversaire de ma vie." I smile at Harry, resting my head on his shoulder.

Harry tilts his head to rest on mine as I take a sip from one of the glasses in my hands. The other one gets placed back on the table freeing up my hand, but Harry was quick to intertwine his fingers with mine and start twisting that ring he got me round my finger.