Keeping composure was never hard for Harry.
Not until tonight.
There was something about her that he couldn't quite get out of his head. He didn't even know her name. But those eyes. Those eyes screaming devour me from across the room with no consideration of the people around them, of the loud music booming inside those four walls, of the fact that they didn't know each other.
Since the moment the group of those women walked in, she took his breath away. That dress accentuated her body so well. Her hair was perfectly slicked back into a ponytail that Harry couldn't help but want to pull as she showed him how good her mouth can be. Forgive him for being so crude but he couldn't get the thought of her on her knees out of his mind. Sue him.
Harry had a few drinks in his system. He was deciding that he had enough liquor courage to go over and spit it out. He had a feeling, a very strong gut feeling that his thoughts we're being ran inside her pretty little head too. There was no way he was going home alone tonight, and if he was, at least he tried.
After downing another green tea shot, Harry aimlessly threw both his arms around his friend's shoulder automatically making them huddle with their eyes on the curly haired man as if he were about to propose a toast, "Y'can all go home without me. I think m'getting lucky tonight."
The loud music was no distraction to the coital thoughts running in his brain, not understanding what was consuming him so much about this woman who he hadn't heard a single word slip out of those pretty, red lips.
Her eyes didn't leave Harry, watching as he so confidently walked through the crowd of sweaty, inebriated people. She had a smirk on her tainted lips. Harry mirrored it, finally close enough to smell her strong perfume and breathe the same air as she.
Harry leaned against the table beside her, softly grabbing her elbow to pull her in and speak directly into her ear. "There's a man in here, Harry I believe, looking for the girl with the pretty red lips wondering if he can take her home tonight."
She giggled. God, that laugh.
She flattened her hand on Harry's chest, tiptoeing in her heels that didn't help much in comparison to Harry's height, her other hand reaching for his chin to tip his head down.
"You can tell Harry that she's ready to go."
Harry smirked as his eyes momentarily rolled back. Her voice had to be the most beautiful tune Harry had ever heard. It had him in a tight chokehold and all he could wonder was how good she'd sound moaning his name. He immediately dug into his pocket for his phone, ordering an uber for the pair to go back to his house for the beginning of their night together.
There was plenty of ubers around there area meaning his uber had arrived no longer than a minute after he ordered it. His hand came up to the small of her back, guiding her through the pool of intoxicated people, and out the front door, searching for the red sedan that was about to confine them for 7 minutes into the ride of what he had no idea would be the best night of his life.
"After you," Harry held the door open, as the woman climbed into the car, then joining beside her with a small huff. He turned his head to face her, finally looking at her up close and personal.
"I'm trying really hard to not pull you in and kiss you right now." He confessed barely above a whisper, eyes glancing between her own and those lips that kept calling out his name.
She smirked, licking her lips and leaning in close enough to faintly feel them on his, tips of noses touching and breathing each other's air. "How unfortunate that you have to wait a few minutes before getting to enjoy me. Gotta love an eager man, hm?"
