You're Mine (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1

•Ashley's POV•

As we walked into the club I heard my favorite song. I immediately grabbed my best friends' arm and dragged her to the dance floor. Lizzie just giggled and started to dance along with me. The bass boomed through our bodies as random strangers danced next to us. I had on a short, tight, red dress with red stilettos to match. I had my blonde hair curled and it hung just below my breasts. I had to admit, I actually felt sexy, I was looking good. It wasn't just me that looked sexy. Lizzie looked sexy to. She had on a short, tight, dark blue dress with dark blue heels to match. She had her dark brown hair curled and it hung just below her breasts. Lizzie and I are a lot alike, thats why we get along so well. The song soon ended and we decided to get some drinks. As we walked over to the bar, we were stared at by random stangers.

"We must look fucking fine if we're are getting this many stares!" I yelled to Lizzie over the music.

"We look hot! Have you looked in the mirror!? We could even get lucky tonight!" Lizzie yelled back as she wiggled her eye brows. I rolled my eyes as turned and sat down at the bar. Lizzie sat next to me.

"Can we get some vodka shots please!" I yelled to the bar tender to get his attention. He turned and looked at me, nodding his head letting me know that he had heard me. I turned and look at Lizzie.

"See any hotties? I could use one to dance with." She looked at me with mock hurt while she put her hand over her heart and let her mouth hang open.

"Am I not a good enough dance partner for you, Ashely?" She asked as she pretended to be hurt.

"Don't get me wrong, I love you Liz, but it's awkward for be to grind my ass into your crotch...I don't roll that way." I said as I put my hands up, surrendering. I mean, I love lizzie and all, shes like my sister. I just don't think it's right to grind with your sister at a club. Kind of weird right?

"I know, I know, I'm just messing with you. I feel the same way." She said as she lightly punched me in the arm.

"Miss, here are your shots." The bar tender interupted our conversation to hand us our shots. We each got two.

"On three okay?" I told Lizzie as we picked up our shot glasses. "One, two, three!" We downed our shots and swallowed the burning liquid.

"WOO! Ready for the second one?" Lizzie asked as she eagerly picked up the second shot. I picked up mine and this time she counted. "One, two, three!" Once again we downed the burning liquid. We were now loosened up and ready to dance again. We walked back to the dance floor just in time. 'Die Young By Kesha' came one. Perfect song. I started dancing; swaying my hips and flipping my hair. I soon felt a pair of hands on my hips, sending electricity through my body.

"Hey there, beautiful." The mystery man whispered into my ear. His hot breath fanned my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I looked up shocked, only to find that Lizzie was no where is sight, and I was alone with this stranger. I mean, I had been clubbing before, and I danced with random strangers, I was just never alone. I always had my friends around, so the fact that Lizzie wasn't around was quite odd. You probably thought Lizzie and I were those whores who go to clubs to hook up with strangers and have one night stands. You're wrong. In fact, Lizzie and I are still virgins, we just like to dance and have fun every once in a while. Just like any other people.

I gasped as I felt a pair of lips kiss my neck. I spun around before he could go any further. I was mesmerized by what I saw. He was tall, probably around 6'3", he had chocolate brown curly hair, emerald green eyes, and pink lips that looked oh-so kissable. He smirked when he realized I was checking him out. Great, he even had dimples. He could probably pick up every girl at this club, that's how hot he was.