TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 13 //

Delilah Allen

I'm immediately overwhelmed when we first enter the club. It's a little intimidating, considering it's my first time inside a club, and I'm very much underage. Luckily, knowing who I'm here with makes me a little more comfortable. 

This place is packed with people. Everyone looks so careless and free like they're relishing their youth. Everything around me is tainted a dark red, due to the lights illuminating the place.

At first, the music seems to be a little too loud, but eventually, I get used to it. Every time the bass drops though, I can still feel the ground beneath me vibrate. 

As we move through a crowd of people at the entrance, all I can smell is dark alcohol and weed. I almost stumble because of my light level of intoxication, but Harry grabs my arm and guides me towards the bar.

I sit down on one of the stools while he is speaking to the guy behind the bar, it's still too loud for me to hear, but I'm guessing he's ordering drinks. He's standing close enough to me so that I can smell him, his cologne mixed with tobacco, it's heavenly. 

My eyes trace up all the way to his face, and he looks so good. The lights fall on on the sharp edges of his frame, carving out his perfect features.

I'm having a really hard time, for whatever reason, tearing my eyes off of him and he must pick up on this because he looks down at me and gives me one of the most devilish grins I've ever seen in my life.

Holy shit, he's so hot.

"Here you go ..." He hands me a drink, "...You wanna go out there ?" he motions his head to the dance floor. 

I shake my head, declining. "Let's just sit down for a bit ."

He sits down, and I scoot my chair closer to him, I can't even help it, it's like our bodies are magnified. I look down at his lips. "Harry..." I take a deep breath "...I-" I place my hand behind his head, holding his neck. 

My eyes fall back to his mouth, unapologetically. They look so soft and plump, they look like they would taste like heaven.

"Styles! Fucking get over here you have to go on !" I hear a voice shout, and I can't make out exactly where it came from.

"I gotta go Peach." He takes my hand off his head and caresses it for a few seconds before bolting.

I find myself longing for his presence when he's gone. 

His touch.

His smell.

Just him.

Fuck it, Lila. I seriously need to get a grip. I'm so overthinking it with this boy.

Or maybe I'm just horny.

I snicker at myself and as soon as I turn around in my chair, to face the stage, the lights switch off. A few seconds later, a spotlight shines on the stage, revealing Harry and Niall holding guitars, and Louis sitting at drums.

"We're 17 Black," Harry announces, and they start playing.

I quickly moved to the dancefloor and found Quinn. We danced recklessly, her more so than me because I'm pretty sure she was getting drunk off the free shots the guy at the bar was giving us. She knew him, so we were fine taking them from him.

The boys' set went on for about 30 minutes. They played mainly rock songs, which I loved don't get me wrong, but I really enjoyed the last one they played, it was a bit slower and very sexy.

"Thank you everyone for watching us. This is our last song for tonight."

Harry starts singing the lyrics to the song, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. It's hard keeping my cool when he's looking at me like this.