Strangers ( Harry Styles )

Chapter 5

I picked out a red dress with black high heels for tonight with Harry. I wondered why he wanted to take me to a club. I never really went to clubs, only with friends, and most of the time they pretty much forced me to go. I hated all the drunks. Guys touching me inappropriately, it disgusted me. And the way it smelt in there, it was horrific. But, I was gonna go. I wanted to go. Because I was going with Harry.

I sat down on my couch, it was 6pm, Harry was going to be here in two hours. I started to watch a film till about 40 minutes before 8pm. I got up and straightened my hair, which took my quite along time. My hair went to just below my boobs, it took me forever to style, it was just to thick. I plastered my face on, and slipped on my dress. I heard a knock on my door. I ran downstairs opening it to see Harry standing there. He was wearing a white shirt with a black blazer on, and black skinny jeans. I wish I had his legs.

"Come in, I just need to get my shoes on."

I close the door behind him, and grab my black heels out of the closet. I slip them on, then go up the stars to the bathroom and put deodorant and perfume on. When I get back downstairs Harry is sitting on the couch.

"Ready?" I ask.

He stands up, looking me up and down. "You look sexy." His raspy voice sorts out. Once again I can tell I was getting red. "Thanks." I reply back. I start toward the door, Harry behind me. When we reach the car he opens my door, then gets in an we start to drive. Like always, the car ride

was silent. My eyes examined his body. His biceps were flexing as he gripped the steering wheel. My eyes then moved up to his face. His plump pink lips were so desirable. And don't get started on his curly hair. He either folded it back, or let it drape his face. Tonight it was folded back, out of the way of his green orbs.

"If you keep staring at me like that, we're just gonna have to go back to your flat." He smiled.

Shit. He caught be staring at him. It made me sigh, I hated being embarrassed.

When we got to the club we went to the front of the line. The security guy let us right in, after Harry had spoke a couple words with him. It made me think if he had been to this club a lot, with a lot of girls. and there it is, my jealousy... It's not like I do it intentionally, it'a just a habit of mine, the worst kind of habit any one could eve have.

When we got in, Harry got greeted by a couple of people. We stayed and chatted with some of them, I think one of their names was Shane. I stood there beside Harry, not saying a word. After about five minutes one of the people finally noticed me.

"So, Harry, who's this nice lady?" He asks as he hold out his hand for me to shake.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is Becca." He said.

"Hello Becca, I'm Tyler." He smiled as I reached to grab his hand, thinking he was going to shake my hand. Instead, he brought I up to his mouth kissing it, smiling and winking at me as he pulled away. Harry had obviously not noticed as his back was turned while he was talking to some girls a couple feet away.

"I'm going to get a drink." I inform him as I begin to walk away. He grabs me pulling me back. "Let me." He smiles and walks past me.

I walk back to the area where I had been standing earlier next to Harry's friends. A girl came up to me, I think she was one of the girls who Harry had been talking to.

"Hi, Becca, right?" She questions.

"Yeah, and you are....?" I begin.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Jenny." She informs me.

"Harry told me about you, Becca."

"Really? We barely just met."

"I know, he likes you." She says.