Songbird [H.S]

FIFTY-SEVEN

Second chapter of the double update! Make sure you read 56 before this one as continues straight on from that one.

Marley had been teasing Harry like a little vixen all night, swaying her hips to the music on the dance floor so the soft white fabric brushed lightly against her thighs. Her dainty fingers gripped the material of her skirt, slowly sliding it higher up her legs as she moved, knowing Harry's eyes were on her the entire time as he pretended to maintain a conversation with their friends back at the booth they had claimed for the night.

Aliyah's arms were flung loosely around Marley's neck from behind, grinding her hips softly against her waist as the blonde lay her head back against her shoulder with a smirk as they continued their little show. Bodies crashed into them from all sides, the dancefloor crowded and sweaty, adding the right level of hot and heaviness that made Harry's breath hitch and adjust himself slightly in his seat. The blonde was smirking as she peered at Harry through her lashes, a slight blush on her cheeks signifying the slight amount of alcohol making her mind float in that comfortable fuzziness that gave her this sexy confidence the boy loved so much. 

She knew other men were eyeing her up but all she cared about was riling Harry up until he couldn't control himself any longer. By the way he was starting at her with hungry eyes, it was definitely working.

"Can't you guys just go n' fuck already?" Harry felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, making him jolt out of his daydream as Zayn slurred beside him. His lazy gaze had noticed the little show the two girls were putting on and seemed almost as affected as Harry was, only everybody was too drunk to realise his eyes skimming over Aliyah's body.

"'M dyin' over 'ere." Harry's lazy words made Zayn chuckle, blowing out a sexually frustrated sigh as he started fanning himself. "Fuckin' angel my ass. Little fuckin' devil more like."

"Oi! H! We're gettin' another round, you want anything?" Niall's loud voice sliced through the thick fog of growing sexual tension, giving him a welcome distraction to what his girlfriend was getting up to on the dance floor.

"Get us the usual, yeah?" He shouted over the music, sliding further down into the booth as Niall stood up so that he wasn't face-to-face with Marley. He needed a break, a chance to calm himself from being all worked up.

His hand gripped the glass in front of him, lifting it to his lips to down the last few drops of the tequila laying neglected at the bottom and slamming it down on the table with a loud thud as he tried to shake the lingering images of Marley's lingerie underneath that dress of hers.  Rubbing his sweaty palms over his thighs, he cleared his throat before tuning in to the conversation drifting across the table between the group. If Marley was going to tease him all night he refused to give her the satisfaction of his attention.

Mitch had met a lovely brunette named Sarah a few weeks ago when she'd asked him for help finding a specific Rolling Stones album at the shop, they seemed to have a lot in common and so he'd invited her to join them on their night out so he could introduce her to everyone. Most of the conversation so far had either been spent getting to know Sarah or teasing Mitch that he was most definitely punching above his weight with her. It was clear though that even after such a short amount of time getting to know each other that they were both incredibly smitten by the way they kept stealing glances and playful smiles any chance they got.

Sarah was definitely a perfect addition for their friend group, especially as it balanced out the dynamic a little more and allowed Aliyah and Marley to have another girl to talk to.

"Bambi! Bambi! Dance with me!" Harry's attention was drawn to Marley who was excitedly bounding over to the table, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with joy. Her hand grabbed his and instantly began to tug him from his seat which he pretended to begrudgingly allow so as to not appear as keen as he felt. Aliyah was soon to skip over to the table, her skin shimmering under the light as she complained how hot it was on the dance floor before flopping into the booth practically on Zayn's lap. "Please, please, please, please!"