Cases // h.s

five

Lights are blinking and music is thumping almost making the walls shake. The girls and I make our way towards the bar chatting, or trying to, over the loud music. I chose the black dress I bought a few days ago and applied a simple makeup. The other girls look incredible too and I notice how men stare at us as we walk through the tables and dancing bodies. We reach the bar and order a drink each, me going for a Sex on the Beach. It's not long before at tall male catches my attention as he enters the club. It's Harry followed by Ryan and Jacob. I haven't talked to Jacob yet, I only know that he works at the laboratory. They near the bar and I feel an elbow nudging my side. It's Zoe and she's smirking at me, wriggling her eyebrows. I laugh at her as I can feel the alcohol already affection my body.
"Ladies," Jacob greets as he sits down beside Amila. He's tall, probably around 6 foot and his blonde hair fits him really well. Harry and Ryan sit on the other side of the bar, obviously not bothering to talk to us.
I can feel his eyes on me and I look straight at him. When he doesn't look away I can almost feel how his eyes are tearing through my soul. He is wearing tight black jeans again with a black t-shirt and his hair is pushed back in the most charming way. I finally tear my eyes off him, trying to get back to the conversation going on between the others. After a few seconds I find the courage to look at him again. He's laughing at something Ryan said, almost holding his stomach. This is the first time I witness Harry actually laugh, and it's quite the sight. The corner of his eyes wrinkle and dimples pop into his cheeks as he looks to Ryan.

We chat at the bar for about half an hour before we decide to get another drink. But I don't get to order mine before a mojito is pushed in front of me by the bartender.
"Excuse me, I didn't order this," I say over the music. The bartender shakes her head.
"No, but he did," she points to a brunette guy who winks at me. I smile back slightly, nodding to him. If only he knew I don't like mojitos. He gets up from his chair and makes his way towards the empty chair at my side, but just before he reaches it someone else slides onto it.
"Hey dude, that was my chair," he complains.
"I don't see your name on it, dude." It's Harry.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" he's beyond pissed and he fists his hands by his side and steps closer to Harry. Harry rises from his chair and I can almost see how the other guy crumbles when the realization of Harry's height and strength gets to him.
"If you want to keep your face intact I suggest you leave," Harry says calmly as he grabs the mojito from my grasp and forcefully gives it to the pissed off male.
"By the way, she doesn't like mojitos," he says and the brunette mumbles something before he leaves.
"How did you know I don't like mojitos?"
He looks at me smugly before turning his attention to the bartender.
"We'll have one water and one Sex on the Beach," he says before turning back to me.
"Your face gave it all away," he answers my question and hands me the drink he just ordered.
"Water?"
"I don't drink," he responds and put his cup back down on the table.
"Why?"
He looks at me for a good five seconds and I shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
"I don't need to," he answers simply to which I nod.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead,"
"Why are you so arrogant?" I question as the alcohol flows through my veins. He looks at me, obviously surprised from my offensive question.
"See there it is again, you wait for like ten seconds before answering and sometimes I even wonder if you're ignoring me. It is so frustrating, seriously," I ramble as I flail my arms in the air. He chuckles and I pout like a little child. He looks away again and I sigh downing the rest of my drink.
"You look hot tonight," he suddenly says and I almost spit the remains of my drink right back in the glass.
"W-what?"
"You look hot tonight," he repeats, this time looking at me.
"Arrogant people don't compliment others than themselves, and I just complimented you,"
I look at him suspiciously processing his explanation. I nod slowly as he looks at me.
"Well thank you. If you meant it that is,"
"I meant it,"
He turns in his chair facing the dancefloor. It's filled with hormonal teenagers humping each other and I make a fake gag noise. Harry chuckles and stands up: "I'll be back in a few minutes."
I don't bother to stay put though. As soon as he's out of sight I slide off the chair and make my way towards Zoe and Sandra. They're in the middle of the large crowd of dancing people and when I reach them I grab their hands and make some weird moves. I have never been quite the dancer, but I ignore my doubtful thoughts and let my body move freely to the beat of the music. They laugh at me but copy my weird moves nevertheless. They're not half as drunk as I am and I blame my small body for that. It seems that the less fat you have the more drunk you get, and since I'm not very tall and my fat percentage is low I get drunk after a few drinks.
From the distance, I see Harry sit back in the chair. I watch as his eyes roam around the room. His eyes catches mine and before my mind catches up I'm on my way back to him. Just as I'm about to step out from the dancefloor the same brunette guy from before steps in front of me.
"Hi again,"
"Uhm, hi," I slur as I try to look over his shoulder.
"Wanna dance?" he asks and I shake my head no rejecting him.
"Come on, I know you want to,"
I look at him getting more annoyed with him as the seconds pass.
"No, I do not want to dance. Will you please get out of my face before I kick you in the groin?"
I can see from his face that that was not exactly the answer he was expecting.
"Whatever, you're not that hot anyway," I roll my eyes at his immature response and step around him. Harry is watching our interaction intently.
"What did you tell him?"
"That I would have to kick him in the groin if he didn't get out of my face," I shrug to which Harry laughs. I grin at him, proud that I stood up to myself.
"Want to play a game?" I asks, immaturely clapping my hands together in front of my face.
"What kind of game?"
"It's called 'Twenty questions'. We basically just ask each other twenty questions," I explain the game and he nods as he chuckles, obviously entertained by my childish behavior.
"Okay, so Harry, what is your favorite color?"
"White, what is yours?"
"I would say pink, but ask me again when I'm sober,"
He laughs at that, his head bowing and his curls falling in front of his eyes. He pushes it back with his hands before we continue.
"What's your last name?"
"Styles," he says as he sips from his cup of water. "What was your first job?"
"I worked at a library. That was the most boring job ever. What was your first job?"
"I worked at a bakery,"
"Are you a virgin?" I blurt, forgetting that he was the one to ask the next question.
"I'm 24, Alexandra," he chuckles, obviously not taking my question serious. Not that I had expected him to.
"And so what? Many 24-year-olds haven't had sex yet," I argue.
"No, I'm not a virgin,"
I gasp pretending to be surprised and he laughs. What I wouldn't do to see hear that laugh again.
"Do you think we could continue this game?" I ask when I see that Sandra and Zoe is making their way towards the exit. He looks the same way as I and realizes too that they're on their way home.
"I'll take you home,"
"We can fetch a cab,"
"I'll take you home," he repeats and it reminds of the other day where he took me home.

When we're outside I catch a glimpse of Zoe and Sandra and I quickly call them. They stumble around, arms slung across each other's shoulders.
"What is it, Alexandra? Aren't you supposed to screw Harry now?" Zoe yells and they laugh creating an echo through the empty street. I hadn't even realized it was four in the morning.
"Zoe and Sandra get your arses up here, now,"
They look at each other, shrug and comes back towards the club. I sigh out of relief; I would blow up from concern if I knew my two drunk friends were walking around in the streets of London.

We drop Zoe off first, then Sandra and then it's just Harry and I.
"I actually had fun tonight, I usually hate nightclubs,"
He looks at me again in that way he always does, staring for a few seconds.
"Could you keep your eyes on the road please? I want to make it home alive,"
His chest rumbles with laughter and I crack a smile too, surprised that I actually commented on his staring.
"I had fun too,"
"Nice to know that you can actually talk," I respond and immediately regret it. When does alcohol usually wear off?
"No need to get rude now," he says with a frown on his face.
"Right, cause you're never rude," I roll my eyes and cross my arms in front of my chest.
"You think I'm rude?"
I look at him plastering a shocked expression on my face. From the pokerface covering his face I realize that his question wasn't sarcastic.
"Well yes, remember my first day where you threatened me with "I could get you fired in an instant"?" I mimic dramatically as I roll my eyes and wave my arms in the air. He smirks but doesn't answer and I give up on the conversation.

When we're finally at my apartment he opens his mouth to say something, but it's looks like he changes his mind. I open the door and step out and just before I close it he looks at me.
"Lock the door,"
I nod curtly and turn around.

The elevator is especially slow it seems and when I finally get up I quickly unlock my door and step inside, immediately being greeted by the warmth of my living room.

I turn on the light and scream at the sight in front of me.

A/N: Wuuh, is this exciting yet? Thank you for reading, please comment and vote; I appreciate it!
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