moonlight {h.s}

you can leave your hat on

if you watch the music video of this song it can give you a bit of an idea to the chapter visually

i also teased this a few weeks ago on syds ig account so go follow @sydneymaylewis

Harry

"I'm going to kill you! It's going to be a slow and very painful death Harry Styles!" Sydney shouted from her bedroom.

I chuckled, placing the bowl of popcorn on my lap and lighting one of Sydney's cigarettes. I flicked her silver lighter and placed it back down next to the pack of cards.

"Yeah yeah! Get on with it!" I laughed, blowing out a puff of smoke from my mouth.

"Lighting please!" She called out, her voice getting closer.

I lent over to her controller, clicking some buttons and setting the lighting up for her. She'd recently had a mirrorball fitted which was now reflecting light all around the room. I had turned off the big lights so she would be dancing in front of the walls creating shadows.

We'd played poker after coming home from a house party in Herne Hill. It was one of Sydney's friends from school. She had bragged about how good she was all night but had subsequently lost to me and had lost a little bet we had.

Whoever lost had to do a strip tease.

Being the performers we were, it wasn't a simple strip tease but a whole performance with lighting, costuming and music.

Sydney had scurried off to her room to get changed and had picked You Can Leave Your Hat On by Joe Cocker as her song.

The music suddenly started, coming through her AP system and I got comfortable for the show. Syd never did anything by halves so I knew it would be good.

She appeared the door way infront of me, the spotlight pointed at her. She was wearing a grey tight blazer and mini skirt, black healed pumps, stockings, white gloves and a bowler hat.

Where all of this appeared from I'll never know. She looked hot as fuck and hadn't even taken anything off yet.

Baby, take off your coat
Real slow
And take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes

She did just as the song was telling her, she was slowly unbuttoning the buttons on her jacket. Leaning back on the doorframe, she moved with the music. Each beat and blow of the trumpets she would make a slight movement arching forwards and backward.

Flicking her head to face me, she mimed the words real slow, accentuating her painted red lips.

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

She slowly walked over to her kitchen, my eyes following her intently as her heals clicked along the floor. Using her island stools, she lifted herself onto the marble surface. She was facing me, her legs slightly separated.

Her head dipped as she tipped her hat to me, then throwing it off.

Go over there
Turn on the lights
All the lights

She playfully pretended to signal me towards her as the piano picked up in the song. As I laughed, her blazer was suddenly hurling towards me.