MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 13

Just like in a movie, I stand at the top of the stairs feeling like a fucking princess, and there, waiting at the bottom is Tom. And the other three bodyguards that are tagging on, but I'm going to pretend they aren't there. Sorry Harrison.

I walk to the bottom; Tom is looking rather flustered and speechless.

Y: Do I look okay?

T: You look...

He looks at the men around him and lets out a little cough, straightening his suit.

T: You look fine, let's go.

Y: Thanks, I guess.

His dry reply makes me feel a bit uncomfortable but I brush it off and begin to feel butterflies with excitement.

Harrison drives us to the club and all four men escort me to the front of the building. It's beautiful, modern and booming with life. I can't help but feel embarrassed though with all four men cocooning me.

Y: Can you please just tell the other men to back off? This feels too weird.

T: Your dad doesn't want us to leave your side Y/N.

Y: I'm not saying for them to leave me, just watch me from a distance instead.

Tom lets out a long sigh before finally nodding in agreement. He turns to whisper to the men who all nod and retreat back a bit, now just leaving me close to Tom and Harrison.

H: You ready?

Y: Hell yes.

T: If you need anything, we'll be...

Y: Right here, I know! Now let's goooo!

I step in, music blasting out and sweaty, laughing people dancing around. This was going to be fun. I stroll towards the bar, Tom and Harrison never far behind. I spot a blonde bar man and raise my hand for him to come over.

Y: Hi! Can I please order a vodka and coke?

BM: Sure, you want ice in that sugar?

Y: Yes please.

I sit on a free stool as Tom and Harrison stand behind me, arms folded. They couldn't look like bigger bodyguards if they tried, they look so obvious. The bar man comes back a couple seconds later with my drink and he gives me a cheeky wink. Tom obviously notices because he takes a step closer to me and the bar man soon disappears. I roll my eyes to glare at him.

Y: Seriously?

T: you're damn right I'm serious.

I scoff lightly before chugging half of my drink. I'm definitely going to need it tonight.

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I finish my second drink and head for the dance floor. The DJ is spinning the tunes and I'm feeling confident enough to dance now. Tom follows after me whilst Harrison lingers close behind with Theo and James.

Y: You can't just follow me and then stand there like a wet lemon. Dance with me!

T: I'm not dancing. Forget it.

I start dancing to the beat and Tom just watches me with his arms folded. He is literally the only one not dancing, it's slightly embarrassing. I roll my eyes and grab his hands, edging him to dance.

T: Seriously?

Y: 'you're damn right I'm serious.'

I mock him with a silly serious face and a smirk plays on the corner of his mouth as I drag him towards me. I wave his arms around, making him dance and he eventually started to move a little bit. Not much, and he wasn't very good, but at least he was trying.

Y: There you go!

He rolls his eyes and pulls his hands away.

T: Okay, that's it for me.

I laugh at him as he goes back to being cool with his arms crossed. I continue dancing around him and occasionally singing in his face which was making him laugh.

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I have now been dancing for 20 minutes straight and I need a drink but I don't want to move from my dancing spot. Instead, I ask Tom nicely and he agrees, telling me not to move. I still see Harrison close behind but the other two men are now chatting to some girls. Good body guards they are, not.

I continue dancing, waving my hands in the air, and swaying my hips to the music. I'm in my element until I feel a pair of hands on my waist.

?: Hey beautiful, I haven't seen you around here before.

Y: Er, yeah. I just moved here.

I try to edge slowly away from the guy behind me but his grip tightens.

Y: I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me go.

?: No can-do sweetheart. I'm going to make you mine tonight.

Y: Funny. No, you're not. I have a boyfriend.

I lie, to try and get him away from me. His hair mousy brown, almost greasy looking. His face is long and he has massive eyebrows. Definitely not a looker.

?: Where is this boyfriend of yours then?

He whispers in my ear, his breath stinking of beer. I pray for his sake that I get him away from me before Tom comes back. I push the guys hands off me and make a beeline to Harrison, not getting very far, he grabs my wrist and yanks me back towards him.

Y: Dude take a hint! Get off me!

He clearly doesn't give a shit. Instead, he makes a move to kiss me, one of his hands grabbing my thigh and making me wince in pain at how hard he does it, and his other hand gripping my face. Why is no one around me helping? Before I can lose all hope, I feel and instant release from my thigh and my face as the guy suddenly falls to the floor. I turn my head and find Tom at my side and I let out a sigh of relief. In protection, he wraps his arm around my waist.

He tries to hit the guy again but I place a hand on his chest to stop him. Too many people are already looking our way, I just want to leave.

Y: Please, I just want to go now.

His fiery eyes fixated still on the guy, I cup his face and pull it down to look at me, now tears falling from my eyes. He notices my panicked face and tightens his jaw, taking my hand and weaving me through the crowd towards Harrison.