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Extremely descriptive smut with Harry Styles, all written by me.
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The lights danced around the room, making faces hard to see. Bodies slammed together, moving with the loud thumping of the music. I could hear every noise; conversations, bodies sliding together, laughter, drinks clinking. I was overwhelmed.
I slipped away from my group of friends on the dance floor, making my way to the bar. I found an empty seat, pulling my hand through my hair to remove it from my face.
"Hell beautiful," a voice sputtered over the profound sounds around me. I looked up across the bar to the bartender. Our eyes lock and he continues, "is everything alright miss?"
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His hands working quickly and making drinks for the other bar guests. I was taken aback by his features...Godly.
"Yes," I shout back and his gaze meets mine gain, a cheeky grin across his face. "I just need some air."
"Mate! I'm going out for a cig break!" He shouts suddenly to the other few bartenders. They shout in reply as he finishes the few drinks he is making.
He then washes his hands and looks back to me, "would you like to join me?"
I get up, walking to the end of the bar and he opens the short door for me to lead me behind it. I follow him as he walks me through the back rooms of the building and out a back door to a small patio. Vacant from the loud chatter and thumping inside.
The door shuts, leaving us in the distant city sounds. The moon shown over us brightly, the only light illuminating us at the moment other than a dim light by the door.
He reaches into his coat pocket and retrieves a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulls one out, bringing it to his lips before igniting it. He holds out the box to me and I decline. He returns them into his pocket. The cherry on the end lit up bright as he sucked, his cheeks caving in slightly as he then blew out the smoke.
"Harry," he smirks, flicking the ash from the cigarette as he leans over the railing. His eyes catching mine.
"Britt," I reply, making his smile continue through the next few drags and he turns to me.
"Surely you're not here alone, Britt," he says, now standing towards me, one hand holding the cig and the other on the railing.
"I'm with some friends but I get overwhelmed easily," I admit, shyly looking out at the city to drop his intense gaze that left me feeling tingly.
He is much taller than me, his dark hair in curls and his eyes reflect a emerald green. I see tattoos scattered across his skin under his mesh button up. A leather jacket now on him. He catches me staring at his chest making my cheeks flush.
"Like what you see?" He teases, unbuttoning his shirt more before stopping right below a butterfly tattoo. I catch myself staring again, forgetting to breath.
I just giggle shyly and let my hair fall to cover my face. He flicks his cigarette away before blowing out his final cloud. I shiver in the night wind, all that's covering my body is a tight black dress.
