Reckless {HS}

forty-nine

Delilah's Pov

Sophia showed up at my door around noon, her usual energetic self, practically bouncing in excitement.

"Come out with me tonight," she said, grinning widely as she leaned against the doorframe. "It's been forever since we've gone out, just us."

I blinked at her, a little taken aback by how direct she was, but honestly? It sounded like exactly what I needed. A night to escape everything, to forget about the past few days, to stop thinking about Harry and all the craziness.

"Sure," I found myself saying, despite the hesitation in my chest. "Why not?"

Sophia beamed, clearly pleased she'd gotten me to agree. "Perfect! We'll start getting ready around seven. Dress to kill, babe."

She left as quickly as she'd come, leaving me alone with my thoughts for the rest of the day. I wasn't entirely sure why I'd agreed to go out, but maybe that's what I needed—a night to let loose and have fun without thinking about all the complicated feelings swirling around inside me.

By the time the evening rolled around, I stood in front of my mirror, looking at the dress I'd picked out. It was a short, tight black dress, one I hadn't worn in ages. It clung to my body in all the right places, making me feel confident and maybe just a little daring. After everything that had been happening with Harry, the heists, the tension, I was ready to feel like myself again—like Delilah.

Sophia knocked on my door again, letting herself in. "Damn, girl. You look hot."

I laughed, shaking my head as I finished applying my lipstick. "You don't look too bad yourself," I teased, glancing over at her. Sophia was dressed in a sparkling silver number that shimmered every time she moved.

We headed out into the night, meeting up with a few of our friends at one of our usual spots—a club downtown with dim lighting and loud music. The kind of place where you could lose yourself in the bass and the crowd, and that's exactly what I needed tonight.

From the moment we stepped inside, I could feel the weight of the last few days start to lift. The music pounded through my veins, the lights casting everything in shades of blue and purple. I downed my first drink quickly, laughing with Sophia and the others as we made our way to the dance floor. The rhythm of the music pulled me in, and soon, I was moving without thinking, my body swaying to the beat.

For a while, I forgot everything. I wasn't Delilah, the girl involved in a dangerous world with stolen necklaces and dark plans. I was just me again—dancing, laughing, and drinking with my friends. I didn't have to think about Harry or the job or the way I'd felt waking up in his bed. I could just exist in the moment.

Sophia grabbed my hand, pulling me close as we twirled around each other on the dance floor. "This is what you needed, right?" she shouted over the music, her face flushed from dancing.

"Definitely!" I shouted back, laughing as I raised my glass to her before taking another sip.

We danced until our feet ached, barely stopping to breathe as the night flew by in a blur of laughter, drinks, and the electric energy of the crowd. By the time the club started to wind down, I'd lost count of how many drinks I'd had, my head spinning in that pleasant way that comes from one too many shots.

Sophia and the others suggested we call it a night, and I agreed, though I wasn't quite ready to go home. Something still buzzed inside me, like I couldn't just end the night like this. As we walked outside into the cool night air, my mind drifted to Harry.

Before I knew it, instead of going back to my place, my feet were carrying me in the direction of Harry's apartment. Sophia had caught a cab with some of our other friends, and I waved her off, telling her I'd be fine walking the rest of the way. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I didn't want the night to end, but suddenly, seeing Harry felt like the most natural thing in the world.

The city was quieter now, the streets mostly empty as I wandered through the familiar path to his place. My head spun with the buzz from the drinks, my body still vibrating with the energy of the club. By the time I reached his building, my heart was racing for an entirely different reason.

What was I doing?

I stopped in front of his door, staring at it like it held all the answers. Maybe it was the drinks talking, or maybe it was just that I couldn't stop thinking about him—about everything that had happened between us, all the tension, all the unspoken things. I didn't even know what I was going to say when he opened the door. Hell, I didn't even know if he'd want to see me. But I was here now, and there was no turning back.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hand and knocked.