TULIP-H.S

Chapter 28

A/N: 18+ content in this chapter.

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Harry and I ended up not doing what we wanted to because every time we tried to sneak away, someone would come up to us to bombard Harry with questions. By the time we had some alone time, we needed to head to the venue.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have some alone time." Harry apologizes to me.

"It's okay. I have to get used to your lifestyle." I say, looking outside the passenger car window.

We pull up to the venue, where Harry parks in the alley like he did the last time I left with him from the club. Harry opens my door and gives me his hand to help me out of the car, but I decline.  I stand up as he encloses me between the car and him. Not letting me walk away.

"Excuse me," I say, looking up at him.

He is staring down at me, not saying a word. When suddenly, he pins me to the car and kisses me harshly. His tongue tries to push into my mouth, but I'm not letting him. Suddenly, his knee dives in between my legs, lifting it a bit until I'm practically sitting on him. His knee moves against my clit in a grinding motion. I tried to not show how good this felt, but it was hard to withhold a moan.

"Harry," I moan his name. He took the opportunity to enter my mouth. Our tongues fight for dominance the harsher our kiss gets. His knee is still rubbing against me as I'm on the verge of an orgasm. I bite down on his lip to avoid moaning again.  My kissing gets harsher and harsher until finally, Harry pulls away.

"Wait, don't stop," I say out of breath.

"Sorry princess, we have a venue to go to. We can't be late." He smirks.

"Do you want me to kill you," Annoyance in my tone.

"No, but I think having you frustrated now will make tonight more worth it." He says as he grabs my hand and drags me to the side of the door.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see," Harry says as we enter the club.

A wave of familiarity hits me when I walk in. The music is louder than ever and the crowd has gotten bigger. Harry holds my hand tight to avoid getting lost in the crowd. We reached the V.I.P. section, where I saw Natalie, Matt, and Dylan. Along with many other people I don't recognize. I ran to Natalie and immediately was met with a shot glass.

"What is it?" I asked, smelling the alcohol.

"Not sure," Natalie shrugs as she downs the shot. I do the same.

Some time passes, and I lose track of how much I've been drinking, but it must be a lot because I'm starting to see double. Harry and I danced on the floor together. I'm surprised at how relaxed he looks. Flashbacks from the first time we met at this club hit me. Who would have thought this is how far we've come.

"I'm sorry about earlier Iris, I really am. I don't want you to think I can't do anything with you because I'm constantly busy with being in the limelight." Harry whispers in my ear.

I put my fingers up to his lips, "SHHH, let's not talk about that right now. Let's have fun instead,"  I say.

Before Harry could reply, I saw a waitress passing by with a tray of drinks. I grab one of the shots, but Harry holds onto my wrist and shakes his head. "I think you've had enough for tonight," he says.

"Don't be such a Debbie downer. Let me have fun." I try to take the shot, but Harry's hold on my wrist is too strong.

Harry gives me a warning glare. I give up and drop the shot glass onto the floor. The shards of glass ricoche off the floor, one cutting my ankle. I didn't realize I was bleeding until Harry pointed it out. "You didn't have to drop the glass like that," Harry says with a hint of annoyance as he bends down to inspect my leg.