The Hotel - H.S.

Chapter 17

Zoey's POV

I was already feeling no pain and we had been at Wack for less than 2 hours. Songs had been sung, shots had been taken, cocktails had been sipped. I was riding high on the Molly and felt love in every inch of my body. As a large businessman with a pony tail and beard stepped on stage with an apprehensive look on his face and grabbed the mic, I sat forward and nudged Paul. He seemed to understand immediately and whooped for him "Yeah! You got this!" and Sean followed shortly after, whistling for him. The lights dimmed dramatically, causing me to giggle with glee and the opening bars to "Time Warp" began. My jaw dropped as the man began the words and his knee danced in perfect synch with the song. 

In mere moments, everyone at our table was on their feet, hands in the air, singing along like his greatest fans. I looked around at this group of weirdos that I had stumbled onto and felt my heart swell so much. I knew part of this euphoric feeling was the drugs but I also knew this joy was genuine. I wrapped my arm around Paul's waist and we moved to the front of the stage, gesturing for everyone to follow. We all jumped into the dance and did the time warp with the singer, much to his pleasure. 

The bar had about 10 people besides us, it was a perfect enough crowd that we didn't stick out too much but we could still hear each other speaking. As we all flopped back into our seats I grabbed the tablet and scooted over to Harry. He had a wide, gentle smile on his face and his eyes were slightly glossed over.  I smiled at him "You haven't sung yet" he teased, bumping his shoulder into mine.

"Neither have you, stud." I pointed out back, raising an eyebrow.

"This isn't about me, birthday girl." He laughed, running a few fingers through the length of my hair and bringing some of it up to run the ends across his lips. I watched him close his eyes in pleasure at the sensation it must have caused and I swallowed and cleared my throat.

"What song? Should I sing?" I stumbled over my words. trying to ignore the fire I felt inside myself. 

"Try to stump me" He suggested lightly and I laughed. 

"YES! Yes Harold! It would be my pleasure!" I giggled with excitement as an idea popped into my head and signed myself up for a spot after Sean was done singing Beyonce. 

"Harold isn't my name!" He laughed at me.

"And Kermit isn't mine. Let me have my fun."

"The world is yours, Kerm." He smiled and I tossed my head back and laughed. I slid back across the couch towards May, who was tracing something in Paul's hand as he giggled. 

"He's never done Molly before, he is having more fun than any of us." May told me with a laugh. I stood and walked behind him, leaning down to his eye level. He turned his head to meet my eyes with a big smile and I slid his sunglasses onto my face. 

"I'm going to blow your mind." I told him, standing back up behind him and running my fingernails gently through his hair, letting them drag softly along his scalp. He shivered and groaned, dropping his head back against my chest with his eyes closed. I laughed and pushed his head forward again. "Amazing, eh?" I asked.

"I think I believe in god now." He replied, taking a swig of his water. 

"Do me." Harry called out, looking at me.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I murmured in reply, winking at him over the top of the sunglasses and sauntering his way. He was sitting against the couch so I gently straddled his lap. His head dropped forward as he stared at our joined laps, so I used my finger under his chin to tip his face back up to mine. Once we were making eye contact I slide all 10 fingers into his luscious hair, which was heaven. I dragged my fingers slowly and gently along his scalp until I reached the collar of his shirt at the back of his neck. "Feel's nice, huh?" I asked him in a whisper as he stared at me, his mouth open a small amount and a look of wonder on his face. He opened his mouth to answer as his hands suddenly gripped my ass with a confident strength. He pulled me forward in his lap, and I leaned forward towards his mouth to hear what he was going to say, just as Sean was wrapping up his song and calling for me.