RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒

Harry's POV.

We had been at Sins Club for at least forty minutes. Alana had officially met everyone—Sophia, Zayn, Liam, Liam's latest boyfriend Martin (who even we were meeting for the first time), Louis, Louis's girlfriend Lily, Ava, and, much to my displeasure, Natalie.

Alana barely said two words to me since we left the apartment. And honestly? I deserved the silent treatment after the shit I pulled today. For fuck's sake, I left her alone in the changing room without a single explanation. And as if that wasn't enough, she had to see the fucking hickey on my neck. The one Natalie left. Yeah, fucking brilliant, Harry.

I thought everything would be fine once we got here. I promised her I'd stick by her side the entire night. But clearly, I was wrong.

Everyone was having fun. Everyone loved Alana. Liam, especially, was practically obsessed with her. Can't blame the guy. If he were straight, he'd have definitely made a move by now. I mean, they share an undying love for Gossip Girl, Friends, and ice cream. That's practically soulmate material.

While everyone was busy talking and laughing with Alana, Natalie was busy eye-fucking me from across the room. I ignored her all night, even when she tried to corner me earlier. I simply told her to fuck off and made a beeline for my girl. Yeah, yeah—I know she's not mine. Yet. But she will be. I hope.

If you haven't figured it out by now, Natalie was the reason behind this damned hickey. It wasn't my fault, okay? She came on to me at a weak moment. I had a fucking boner, she noticed it, and... well...

I sat there, watching Alana model lingerie for me, and it was torture. Sweet, sweet torture. She looked so fucking hot, I was barely keeping it together.

My pants were tightening by the second, and the last thing I needed was for her to come out and see the massive tent I was sporting. If she noticed, she'd probably never talk to me again. And I wouldn't be able to look her in the eye without combusting.

I needed to leave. Fast.

The washrooms were on the far side of the store. If I could make it there without anyone noticing my very obvious problem, I'd be in the clear.

Okay, Harry. Walk. Slowly. Casually. Don't draw attention.

I practically leapt off the couch and beelined for the restroom, keeping my eyes down and my hands strategically placed over the front of my pants. I pushed open the door and locked it behind me. At least... I thought I did.

Because before I could even take a deep breath, the door opened again.

What the fuck?

Natalie strolled in, a smug grin plastered on her face.

"What the hell, Natalie? This is the men's room," I snapped.