Make It Rain

Chapter 23

Sydney's POV

Once I was up from finally going back to sleep, I felt more exhausted than ever. I slung myself out of my bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower and got dressed. It was already 4:30 so I guess I would head to the club.

When I walked into my living room my mother was no where to be found. Maybe she went to explore in the city. I grabbed my things and called a taxi to go to the club. It was outside in no time. Now that I'm making more money I think its time for me to start saving up for a car. I was tired of paying for a taxi if I wanted to go somewhere.

Once I reached the club the club was fairly empty. Someone caught my eye. His curly locks stood out and cascaded to his broad shoulders. Even though he was very tall he hunched over a little.

I am debating whether I should walk over to him. With everything that is going on right now I don't think its a good idea. I still want to work things out with Zayn because I didn't get to fully explain myself. I feel as though if I had the opportunity to tell him what actually happened he would hear me out.

Harry's head turned and his gaze met mine. My blood went cold and my cheeks heated up. I shyly turned away and headed for the bar. I sat down on the bar stool and tried to push the thought of Harry to the back of my mind. I felt his presence beside me. I kept my eyes fixed on the bottles of alcohol on the wall. I felt his strong stare burning all the skin off my body. I dared to look at him from the corner of my eye. He looked absolutely stunning. Harry was an attractive man but right now in this moment he has never looked better. I deep scowl was painted on his face. His brows were knit together, his lips were in a slight pout. My eyes turned to take in more of his beautiful features. As soon as I was fully facing his mouth pulled into a small smile. His features softened.

"Hey." He said lowly.

"Hi." I said shakily and a bit nervous.

Why was I so nervous. I have been around Harry before. I don't know why now is a different story.

"How are you." He said scanning his eyes over my face and landed on my lips.

"I could be better. I did get jumped yesterday. I'm a bit sore." I explained.

"I could give you a massage." He said winking at me.

I laughed a little. "That would highly inappropriate."

"If you change your mind. My fingers are ready." He said holding up his hands and waving his fingers.

I tried to suppress the dirty thoughts that I had about what his fingers could do. But to my prevail the thoughts keep coming back. The silence making the thoughts louder. I felt myself shifting towards him. I can tell hr felt the change in atmosphere. I bit his plump bottom lip. He stood up so he was towering over me. He grabbed my hand tugging me towards the dressing room. I followed him keeping up with his pace. Once in the dressing room he pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door.

My back was pushed against the wall. Harry played with the hem of my shirt while looking me up and down. I reached up to kiss him but he pulled away. I little disappointment was felt in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't be so hasty." He said letting out a slight laugh.

He leaned down and brushed his noss against my neck, causing a shiver to go down my spine. My mouth parted slightly. His kissed softly leaving wet trails over my neck. His moves were slow and torturous. His touch was in contrast to Zayn's touch, which was quick and rushed. Can you not think about Zayn for 2 seconds?