Keep Driving [h.s]

fifteen

Ella

I'm anxiously playing with the rings on my fingers, sitting front seat while Harry drives. He told me he was gonna pick me up just a few minutes before nine in the evening and he did just that. I was ready by eight in case he came earlier. I didn't want to piss him off by not being ready.

It's very cold in November already so I didn't go all out, I chose to wear jeans and a more fun top underneath my coat. It's gonna be hot inside the club anyway. It always is.

Harry and I haven't talked since our last conversation which ended with me leaving him in the kitchen without saying bye or anything. I think we both muttered a quiet "hi" and that's it.

He's wearing a black dress shirt that's barely done up on him, exposing most of his chest. It kind of makes it hard for me not to look at him but I'm staying strong and not giving in to temptation. At least not for now. Lord knows if I get even just a single drink into my system I'll be staring at him the whole night.

He pulls up by a massive neon light that says Euphoria, and a bunch of people lining up to get in. Obviously, we don't wait in line. Harry tugs me along as he skips the entire line and I don't say anything just let him do it. He knows this place better than me I'm sure.

The security guy doesn't even blink as he lets us both through. I guess Harry's well known around here... and basically everywhere around New York City.

It makes me feel even more out of place.

As soon as we make it inside, my body is swarmed by the humidity, the blaring music coursing through my veins while the flaring lights blind me until I adjust to the change. I can feel the bass of the music in my throat.

Harry places his hand on the small of my back, staying close to me while leading me through the crowd. He pushes through the drunken dancing crowd of people, walking straight towards the section that's separated from the rest with a big sign that says VIP. The security nods at us before letting us through and once we're in, Harry's hand leaves my back.

I appreciate the help and his need to keep me close in a pushy crowd like such. After all his morals are still the same. He promised to keep me safe and he's doing that. He's not doing it because we've begun to grow closer to each other. Absolutely not.

God, I can't get the feeling of his lips against mine out of my head.

I take a deep breath, looking around at the few rich men accompanied by barely dressed ladies. The way they drool at their cleavage is disgusting. I hate how most men objectify women. We're more than just a sex toy or a house lady.

Once we make it to a table, Harry nudges me to take a seat and sits next to me at the round table. The place is packed but the VIP section is pretty empty. There are a couple of tables where nobody is sitting.

The bartender guy comes up to us, asking for our order and Harry without asking orders our drinks. The bartender leaves so it's just him and I again.

It feels strange to be out again after not going anywhere for the past few weeks. My life is constantly about my job and taking care of a baby that's not even mine.

"I hope you like tequila." Harry is the one to break the silence between us, informing me about the drink he got us.

"I do," Technically that's not a lie. I do like it I just don't really drink it. Though I don't really drink much at all. I'm more of a one-glass-of-wine-at-dinner type of girl.

"Look, I'm sorry-" As soon as I begin my apology for my earlier behaviour, I'm cut off by somebody yelling my name. I look up from my hands and around the area to find where the sound was coming from.