You're Mine. |H.S|

Chapter 19

Harry, Liam, Niall and I sit at one of the tables beside the desert counter. Louis and Zayn have already eaten and they're at the club. Niall and Harry have already gone for the food. Of course.

"Can I get you something to drink, Hun?" The waiter asks.

"Uh, four Coke's?" I ask. He grabs the glasses and pours the pop in.

"Are you always this beautiful or just for tonight?" The waiter asks kissing my back of my hand.

"You can go now." Liam says rudely, shooing him away. The waiter gives a fake smile then leaves.

"What was that all about?" I ask Liam, my mouth opening a little. "You're starting to act like Harry. And not the nice Harry, the one who is overly-obsessive and protective."

"He wouldn't approve of some creep hitting on you." Liam takes a sip from his drink. "And don't you dare compare me to--"

"He was calling me pretty, he wasn't grabbing my ass or anything!" I yell in a whisper. "I can take care of myself. Thank you anyway."

"Ali," Liam tries to save his own ass but I cut him off.

"Hey, baby." Harry kisses the top of my head and sits down, Liam and I make our way to the buffet.

Liam mumbles something to me that I can't make out. "What?" I ask but he ignores me. I fill my plate up with some rice, bread, pasta, ham and steamed vegetables. I sit back down at the table with Niall and Harry, Liam hasn't gotten back yet.

"I'm gonna go back for seconds." Nial gets up with his plate, looks like it was licked clean.

"He's done already?" I ask surprised. Harry puts his hand on my knee and I do the same to him. Guys are lucking they don't have to shave, hopefully one of the guys bought me some razors. I slide my hand over to Harry's, he denies it. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." Harry tries to cover his left arm.

"Let me see." I take his arm and turn it over, he pulls back. There were at least 7 new cut marks from before. I feel like tears are about to come but I just blink them away. Harry looks away and continues eating. Liam finaly comes to sit with us, the seat furthest away from me.

"I got more food." Niall puts his plate on the table, sits down then starts to stuff his face.

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Harry hasn't spoken to me since I saw the cut marks on his forearm. I don't understand why he's embarrassed about it. Harry sits on the king-sized bed watching Spanish football. I reach inside the basket that was given to use when we got the room, Niall pretty much cleared all the good stuff out of it. I grab a Spanish Bounty Islander Bar.

"I'm sorry." I say chewing the chocolate bar. I know Harry will almost never say sorry to someone in his whole life. I think he's only said it to me a couple times, but only when someone needs the re-assurance most.

Harry completely ignores me. I sigh and lean against the wall watching him watch football. I take another big bite of the bar. "Niall, Liam and Zayn have invited me to go to the club with them." I say, Harry still doesn't speak.

"I know." He finally says after 10 minutes. "Louis and I are going to spend the night here watching football.

"You're okay with me going to the club... alone?" I ask nerously waiting for his response.

"I trust you," Harry turns off the television then looks at me. I sit on the bed with him. "Liam, Zayn and Niall are like your older brothers and they'll help look out for you." Harry looks at the marks on his arm. "If anyone hurts you I'll hurt them."

"Wait the boys are like your bothers right?" Harry nods. "And you said that they're like my brothers so does that mean that we're--"

"Shh." Harry pats my head. I scrunch up my nose and squint.

"I'm gonna go get ready for the club." I take a pile of clothes out from my suitcase and sort through them. I'm gonna go with something that won't cause to much heat but isn't to short. I put on a pair of ripped jean shorts and a loose tank top.

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I sit on the patio just outside, I can hear the music from inside. I know that I'm gonna have a major headache after this. Luckily the guys bought a couple pill vials full of Advil and Tylenol. Zayn arrives a couple minutes before Niall and Liam do. They're all wearing shorts then Niall is wearing a button-up polo, the top 3 buttons un-done. Zayn wears a v-neck T-shirt then a leather coat on top, Liam has a navy blue V-neck on showing some of the muscle from his chest.

"Ready?" Zayn asks offering me his arm. I nod excitedly then accept it. Everyone looks at me, 3 men with me... Kinda like security.

"They're looking at me..." I say trying not to move my lips. I've always hated when people look at me for no reason, although I've been getting quite a few looks lately.

"I hope they are." Niall takes my arm too. "Want a drink?"

"Uh, sure." I say, Zayn and Liam both accept the offer too. We walk down the couple steps toward the stage with lights flashing all over it. Zayn leaves me to go dance toward the middle of the stage. Liam and I stay awkwardly at the end of the circular group moving slowly along with the music. Niall comes with 3 shots of Whiskey, I stare at them kind of scared to take one. Niall pushes past everyone trying to hand one to Zayn, I'm pretty sure it's mostly all over the floor.

"Don't take it." Liam grabs it out of my hand. "It'll be way to strong for you."

"Won't kill to try." I shoot it back. The taste is horrendous, almost like what I'd imagine gasoline taste like. After it's all in my system I cough hard. Liam shoots it back with no problem, I lok at him amazed. Niall is sitting at one of the tables out on the side talking to a couple of mid-twenty-year-olds. "I think I'll stick to the fruity kind of drinks."

"Come." Liam grabs my hand and pulls the both of us closer into the middle of the floor. I don't think Harry would like this but I'm sure it's just friendly, I mean we're not grinding or anything.

Oh well.