Beautiful Things - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 24

Harry

I could tell Amelia was a little drunk already by the way she was shamelessly sawing her hips from side to side, laughing every time her ass touched my crotch. She looked so good in that damn red dress, and it was so short I was almost certain that I could feel her without doing much. Plus, she told me she wasn't wearing any panties. I was unsure if that was true or not, but my imagination was more than enough to get me hot. She raised her arms high, feeling the beat and dancing to it. I could barely listen to the song playing, my mind was too focused on her. I don't know if it was Amelia that actually asked to dance or if Ashe made it up to save me from Cassie, but either way I was so fucking thankful.

"I'm thirsty." Amelia said, her hand on my shoulder so she could find her balance and whisper on my ear. Her eyes were looking bigger, and she looked so innocent, so cute. She noticed me looking at her and bit her lip, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Come on." I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to the bar. The guy opened a tab, insisting I wasn't going to pay for anything because it was my birthday party, so I was going to enjoy my privilege to the max. "What do you wanna drink, babe?" I asked, pulling her to my front and trapping her between me, my arms and the counter, so she was fully protected from the outside world.

"What's good?" She asked, rolling her head back and letting it rest against my shoulder.

"Maybe whiskey and coke? Vodka? We can ask to add some strawberry juice or something like that." I shrugged. She smiled drunkenly.

"I love strawberry."

"Strawberry it is then." I kissed her cheek and pulled her a little to the side so I could scream to the bartender our order.

I asked him to make her something strawberry flavored with not a lot of alcohol, since she was pretty drunk already, and asked for a beer. Suddenly, I felt Amelia's arms wrap around mine. When I looked to the side, she looked uncomfortable while pulling her dress down and trying to hide her face in my shirt. Behind her were two men, old enough to be her dads, looking at her with a disgusting look. I frowned.

"Did they say something to you?" I asked, whispering in her ear.

"They were sending me kisses." She whispered back. "This is why I don't like clubs."

"You don't? You never told me that." I said, pulling her to my front again and giving the guys a nasty look. "We could've done something different, baby."

"I didn't want to ruin Ashe's plans. He already doesn't like me that much." She turned around so she was facing me and pouted.

"Did something happen though? For you not to like clubs I mean." I played with one of the strands of her hair that were loose, in front of her forehead.

"Not really." She shrugged. "Just uncomfortable situations like this."

"Don't worry, baby. I got you." I kissed her forehead. "As long as you're with me, they can even look, but they'll never touch you." Amelia smiled and hugged me by the waist, her nose brushing the side of my neck and making goosebumps run down my entire body.

"You smell good." She whispered, kissing my neck.

"So do you." I whispered, a little out of breath, and more than ready to take her home and finish the night the best way possible. She giggled. "You're so drunk." I laughed.

"And so horny too." She whispered, looking at me while biting her lip. This woman...

"Here you go." The bartender said, putting our drinks in front of us. I took a big gulp from my beer and pulled Amelia back to where Lisa and Nathan were dancing.