Sweet [H.S]

*Chapter 20*

Chapter 20

Iris White

'With Sugar' by Robin Schulz playing, the beat raging through the speakers. My eyes play a tape as though we're moving in slow motion. Swarms of bodies huddling across the floor. The room feels stuffy and humid but the waterfall of alcohol running through me pushes the uncomfortable feeling away and I become engulfed with relaxation.

Rays of purple and blue lights illuminate down on us, the buildings kind of has a retro feel, though the black timid walls are displayed throughout the room close in on us all. The bar was only a few meters away from me bright and dark. Men in dark shirts and women in skimpy dresses call to the waiters down the bar in an attempt to get a much-needed drink.

It's overly busy tonight, I've been here a few times but tonight is the most I've seen it. The velvet lounge is one of the most popular clubs in downtown NYC, in summer the block is beelined with hopefuls. It's one of them exclusive sort of clubs, the way they can turn you away at the door by the way you don't have the correct attire or if you haven't secured yourself a two thousand dollar table. Luckily for us, Dylan somehow managed to find us a spot, whether bribery was involved... I love her for it.

The bar, that's where big shot harry stands. Lucky bastards have girls over him all night he's kind of a big deal in the girl world... Though the strange thing is his ignorance towards them all which leads to them finally huffing and leaving him to be. Great for his reputation. Asshole.

Though I'm not mad... He's ignored every girl practically clawing themselves over him, hiking their legs up to his body. He stands perched against the bar, one hand holds a glass of whisky or some strong shit like that, what a man.

I have to force myself not to roll my eyes at that. His other hand is toying with his bottom lip almost like he's stuck in thought, or hunger by the way his eyes have roamed up and down my body and across every stranger that comes across me.

Unfortunately, a few men have snuck their way into my circle, Dylans at the other side of the dance floor with a guy, although I cant see his face... I'm pretty sure the guy at that party wasn't her boyfriend otherwise id be chasing after her right now.

Random men grappling onto my hips and swaying their hips against mine, and each time Harry's eyes would get darker and I don't say this to be gruesome but the looks he gives could be the ones of a murderer. every touch, every word his fingers grip the glass a bit tighter.

Now he knows he has no right to interfere or drag me out of the situations obviously because he has no kind of relationship with me though our drunken minds make us think definitely, his unintentional despiteful eyes make me want to step back. It's not like I wasn't enjoying my time with some of the people that stumbled across me, some were nice though a lot had no form of communication it was merely disrespectful.

I feel his eyes on me.

A kind of hunger that's been in them all night hooking me in. With no one near me and a ton of liquid courage since I know harry will only just sit and observe. I know for a fact he won't act, out of respect.

I take arms and wrap them around the side of my neck, slowly dragging them down the length of my body tilting my head up to the ceiling and leaning back, all whilst keeping my eyes on him. I bring both my hands back up to my neck until there straight up in the air before swivelling my hips to drop onto the floor, as I get up I turn my back towards him so my ass is right in his eye line. What a pro-Iris.

When I turn around, I see nobody, a half-empty glass left on the bar with a slapped down the bill. I roll my eyes but start to sway and lightly jump to the music, this song was one of my favourites a few years back. I lift my head to the ceiling, the lights blinding my eyes with colour until orbs are floating through putting them. Orbs what a weird conspiracy. I remember me and Ophelia talking around if Orbs are spirits, it's a weird thought but it seems so true...