Amatory [h.s.]

4

Harry's POV

With it being an entire week since our interaction I was beginning to feel doubtful she would show— that is until my eyes landed on hers, standing in the doorway not 10ft away from me. She was in a little black dress and it hugged her every curve perfectly.

I'd love to rip it off of her and see what hides underneath.

"I knew you'd show up, Sydney."

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Wandering around Amatory in search of Sydney, I look out across the crowd, my eyes examining every head looking for her long blonde hair. Failing to find her I text Niall.

H: I've lost Sydney. If she's still in the club, locate her.

N: Come on man, I was just about to head upstairs with not one but two smokin' girls. Is she that important?

H: Now. Niall.

Niall's a natural born charmer so if he finds her he should be able to stall long enough for me to get a chance to talk to her. He's most likely had a few drinks by now though, and drunk Niall doesn't always make the most calculated decisions.

N: Found her. Over by the entrance.

Reading Niall's text I feel a small sense of relief wash over my body and shove my phone back down in my front pocket, swiftly making my way to where Niall and Sydney should be.

Now standing next to Niall I abruptly interrupt their conversation. "Sydney, I wondered where you ran off to. Been looking all over the place for ya. I should've known to check with Niall, he's got a knack for finding the hottest girl in the room to talk to."

Sydney looks both surprised and irritated at my sudden appearance. I watch her expression change as she keeps her gaze on me, not saying anything, probably lost in thought. I've noticed she does that a lot.

"Sydney, you there?" I finally ask and break her stare.

Looking down and discreetly clutching the hem of her dress she shyly speaks. "I think I'm just gonna call it a night."

I clench my jaw in irritation, trying my best to be understanding with her, and start to contemplate what I've done to make her want to leave so bad and how I can convince her not to. As I'm about to speak again Niall beats me to it and adds some fuel to the fire inside me. "Come on, have one more drink. Pleaseee. The night is still young," He slurs his words, clearly inebriated and not catching onto the fragility of the situation.

"Niall, I'd like to speak to Sydney alone. I don't think she wants to have another drink with you right now but maybe another time, okay? Why don't you go see if the girls in the back wanna do some shots or something?" I suggest in a stern tone, knowing Niall will understand what I'm saying even if he is as drunk as he currently is.

Niall gives Sydney an unconvincing smile and begins walking away, leaving us. "Could we possibly go somewhere quieter and talk?" I ask in a softer tone than I used with Niall.

"I don't know. Is someone gonna be giving you a blowjob while we talk? It appeared as though I interrupted something earlier."

I can't help but smirk at her bold choice of words. "No, no one will be giving me a blowjob while we talk, unless you wanna multitask."

If only she knew what would happen if it were anyone else who spoke to me like that.

I watch as her expression turns shocked at my suggestion and let out a big laugh, something that I don't do often. "Come on, let's go talk somewhere there's privacy."

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"When can I start?" She repeats plainly, sounding frustrated.

"There's a pole right there behind you," I hold out my hand, gesturing to it. "Show me what you've got."

I don't know what I had expected to happen next but it sure wasn't what did. Sydney walked right up to the pole in the middle of the room and didn't hesitate to grab hold of it. She moved her body effortlessly around the slender piece of metal, surprising me with her every move. I couldn't look away. When she got down on her hands and knees I had to take a deep breath to steady my breathing. Watching as she crawled toward me, I noticed her dress bunch for a second, exposing her thighs a little– and I could feel the frustration building inside me. It was absolute torture holding my composure, not being able to divulge in any of my many thoughts.

When she was finished she only paused for a brief moment to catch her breath. Then she walked right over to me, still sitting in the same position I glanced up at her as she leaned down placing one of her hands on each of my legs, close to my knees. "How'd I do, darling?" She asks in a patronizing tone, keeping her gaze concentrated on my face.

I could sense she was nervous being this close by how tight her grip on my legs were– so tight in fact that I could feel her nails harshly digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my slacks. Something she probably didn't even notice she was doing but I couldn't help but notice every little thing, being completely enamored with her. I bite my lip in an attempt to stall my very primitive thoughts and focus on what's actually important at the moment– there's no way in hell I'm letting her walk out of this room without hiring her. Coming to that conclusion, I decided to speak up. "You're hired."

Once the words left my mouth her expression softened a little, just a little, and she faintly smiled. I don't know how long we stayed there in that position, just observing eachother, but it felt like a lengthy time. When we finally broke our stare the room felt completely different than it had 30 minutes ago. It didn't necessarily feel better or worse but there was tension between us and I didn't quite understand it.

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First chapter from Harry's pov yayy
Lmk if you want more from his pov!!
This chapter kinda jumps around (time wise) I hope it wasn't confusing lol
Harry seems pretty nice but idk...

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