Maid For Mr. Harry Styles

Chapter 11// Peace and Bliss

Liz's POV

We were at the club and it had stopped raining. While I was sleeping Harry ran out grabbing me things to wear later that night and also put my own clothes in the dryer. I was in olive green short shorts white loose hanging tank top with a street in different colors and untied black boots. Lights flickered around the dance floor with the music so loud I could feel it vibrating from the floor through my feet coursing through my body. I stood behind Harry as we walked in tucking a piece of my blonde curled hair behind my ear.

In all my years of living I've never been to a club and now I see why. Guys dressed like total douche bags and girls dressed like a whochie mama, saying slut just sounded too mean. Their makeup was slurred along with their words, dripping sweat from their foreheads and they danced like Miley Cyrus. At least Miley looked better doing it; I'd rather see her then these girls any day. It was a horrific scene to watch.

We passed all the people heading straight to the bar, where there was a bar tender that was all tattooed up with black hair dropping in his blue eyes. He leaned forward resting both hands on the bar. The music was quieter but he still had to yell a bit, "What'll it be?" Harry rested his elbows on the bar as well so he wouldn't have to yell to loud.

"Two rum and cokes," he smiled looking at me over his shoulder. The bat tender nodded with a smile as well working his magic as he took the other boys drink orders. Harry handed me the rum and coke and I took a sip. It tasted for the most part like coke but you could taste trace amounts of alcohol. I shrugged sipping through the straw. I didn't notice it was gone until I started to slurp. I looked at Harry not quite what to do; he smiled taking my glass and handing me another full one. I smiled at him looking out over the dance floor.

People danced to the upbeat hip hop music smiles on their faces. I bobbed my head back and forth; I was more into classic rock myself. After I finished the second one Harry got me another glass and himself one too. My head was starting to feel fuzzy when Harry asked, "You wanna dance?" I blinked at him a few times; I suddenly didn't know how to dance. Apple Bottom Jeans started to play and some whoops and hollers came from the excited drunk crowd. "C'mon," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me on the dance floor. Louis, Zayn, Niall and Liam followed after us as they started dancing themselves. Louis did some swinging with his hips that he just seemed way too good at.

I danced around clumsily for a few moments before Harry grabbed my hips bringing me closer to him. "Follow my lead," he said bent down whispering in my ear. He swayed my hips back and forth as I took a deep breath in. I closed my eyes swinging my hips, bobbing my head to the music as Harry helped guide me. I let the music take over as Harry slowly let go, seeming like he didn't really want to.

After a few songs we all bounced off the dance floor feeling a load of energy. I smiled giggling as Harry got me another drink. The room spun a bit but I could care less. I hadn't thought about Sam all night and I wasn't going to start now. Harry handed me my rum and coke as I started drinking it not concerning myself with a straw this time.

Now I stood here watching people dance and it didn't seem sloppy or trashy. They were having fun just like I did. I smiled over at Harry to find he was already starring down at me smiling. I leaned his close smelling his soap and cologne, "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, just looks like you're actually having a good time," Harry did his famous crocked grin his green eyes glowing in the many different coloured lights.

"I am," I sighed looking over the dance floor. "What usually happens at a club?" I asked sounding like a little kid.

"Well you dance, drink and, meet new people. Really that's just about it." I finished my drink yet again my vision blurring a bit.