Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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I study my lips as I put on a beautiful deep red lipstick in the wide mirror. My eyes look down to my displayed cleavage with my lace brown bra underneath my white shirt. My shirt has only the bottom three buttons done up and is tucked into my loose denim jeans. I don't really wear shirts like this. I guess I just want to have a little switch up.

I look to the side and see Harry standing in the doorframe so I carry on with my lipstick hoping he'll walk on. I rub my lips together and while doing so, my eyes keep connecting with Harry's. Yesterday I remember very little of. I remember going over and stealing the ring. I remember going back to the table. And that's it. Everything else is just gone.

I huff, figuring he won't leave and then look at him through the mirror. "It would've been better if it was Niall instead," I refer to yesterday, knowing I'll get a reaction from him trying not to react. He rolls his lips in and walks up to me so I turn to face him.

"Come with me tonight." He says in a voice that sounds more like a plead than a demand which is unusual for Harry Styles.

I almost say yes but I don't.

Distance.

"No, Harry."

"No?" He repeats. He smirks and lifts me onto the counter. Our lips become close and I have nothing to say. "Keeping your distance?" He whispers. Yes, Harry, I am.

"You're not a good person, Harry. I don't want to see you." I start and finish there.

His hands travel to my hips and my stomach turns in the weirdest way. "Hmm. Bad person. Don't want to see me, darling?" He smirks. I stay there and stare at his dark emerald eyes as they look down at my lips; my lips roll in. "Your body language says otherwise. How you thighs are hot and securely together. How your lips roll in. Your dilated eyes." He looks down at my hands. "How your hands clench onto the counter." I let go of the counter and look at his stomach. Anything is better than his eyes right now. "You're scared but your eyes seem to love my body." Quickly I look at his eyes again.

"Let me go Harry." I say, but I don't mean it at all. For some reason, I don't mean it. He stares at me for a moment and kisses me deeply and his tongue roams my mouth. My stomach floats but I pull back. "That's not how it works, Harry."

He looks down to the floor, almost disappointed but he stands up tall again. He exhales. "Please?" He says with a soft tone. He's almost begging. His eyes connect with mine and now they're a sage colour.

And I can't say no.

"This once, okay?" His face doesn't light up but I can tell something in him did and it makes me warm.

He just about keeps a smile off his face and turns for the door. "Hazel Woods?" He says my name. "You don't suit lipstick." He says with a smirk and walks away. My fingertips brush against my lips and I turn around to wash it off.

I walk out the door with my lipstick off and in the main room, I see all the boys messing around. This place is surprisingly smaller than the rest of the places I've stayed in with the boys. It's more homely. I think it's my favourite.

We leave the building so we're in the lit-up streets of Las Vagas. Harry Walks toward me and we start going separate ways from the boys and Louis smiles at me. Louis since the other night has warmed up to me. He's really nice. Genuinely nice and fun and kind. He holds out his fist and as I'm about to give him a fistbump, Harry gets there before me and both me and Louis look at him. We stare at him in a loud silence before I actually get to fistbump him.

As we get to an entirely different street from them, Harry comes closer to me. "So you've stolen my mates too?" He whispers and I smile and nod.

A couple blocks down from where we started, we go inside a lit up hotel that makes you squint and he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. "I've got your pump just in case." I chuckle at him and we keep walking.