Next To You - {Harry Styles}

Chapter 5

Inches from my face he sat there for 5 seconds, a serious look on his face while my heart was pumping at the speed of light.

Then just when I thought he would lean forward and kiss me, he leaned back, clutching his stomach in laughter.

"You should've seen your face! Priceless!" he said as he leaned back on the door frame.

I smacked him with my purse. "You're an arse.." I said, holding back a laugh myself. His happiness was just contagious like that.

"Ah I'm sorry," he said as he pulled me into a hug, the smell of his cologne intoxicating.

"I'm just in a good mood," he finished.

"Hmph," I retorted, tipping my nose into the air as I stepped outside.

Harry laughed, and I mean full out laughing. It was probably the most beautiful laugh I've heard.

He then reached inside the door to secure the lock and closed the door. When I looked around, I spotted a jet black Ferrari in the parking space in front of me.

"Is this.... Yours?" I said with awe.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he nodded with a smile.

"You must be loaded..." I said as I peeked into the heavily tinted windows and admired the craftsman ship of the vehicle.

He pulled out his keys and opened the door for me like he was my chauffeur. Smiling, I sat down in the soft leather seats. Real leather, like the leather Carissa refuses to buy. I looked at what he had in the car, and he had a Cd holder and a pair of aviators. That was it. The car was spotless. Which is quite unusual for a 19 year old guy.

He then got in on the drivers side and started the car. We pulled onto the dark, empty road heading for the city.

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We could've walked, considering it was a 20 block walk which would be refreshing since it wasn't too cold tonight.

But I enjoyed getting all the attention from the club goers walking by on the streets, gawking at the shiny sports car that glided by quickly. We eventually got to a really nice club called Fabric.

"Funny name.."

"Yeah my friend Benny told me it was because some metaphor of sewing fabrics and people meeting," he said while driving up to the carpet entrance.

"Aren't you gonna park?" I asked.

He just laughed as he got out the car to open the door for me.

I stepped out as a man came up to Harry.

"Mr. Styles. Nice to see you again, he said, "please enjoy yourselves."

Harry muttered a thank you as he handed him the keys. He grabbed my hand, leading me up the red carpet. People were lined up against the walls waiting in a separate line. Some of them looked at us with envy while others just gawked at Harry or the car. I would've done the same thing. The security guard opened the door, but not before grabbing Harry and ruffling his hair.

"Harold boy! Nice to see ya!" He said with a big grin.

"Nice to see you too Paul!" He said while laughing.

You both have fun!" He said giving me a smile and nod.

"Is it just me or do you know everyone here?" I asked him.

"My uncle owns the place," he said, giving me a quick glance.

We walked through a long, glowing hallway before getting to the main area.

"Whoa..."

"Yup," he responded.

There was a flashing dance floor packed with dancing club goers, a filled up bar, a cafe, a media station, and something I couldn't even see in the corner. Glowing walls surrounded it all, seeming alive with lights.

"It's packed!" I shouted over the pumping electro music.

"Follow me!" He shouted.

I did so, following him to a door guarded by more bouncers who moved aside once we stepped up to them. Harry opened the door motioning for me to come in. I did as he said and stepped in the door, greeted by a smaller dance floor that wasn't as crowded, and a bar with drinks that were loads more expensive than the ones outside. Harry sat down on one of the lounge couches, patting the space next to him. I sat down next to him, staring at him.

"So... Where are we?" I asked.

"VIP area."

"You never told me you were rich.."

He shrugged. "It's not that important."

I raised my eyebrows, continuing to stare as I got up and extended my hand to him.

"Care to dance, Monsieur?," I said with my best French accent.

"Oui, Madame. Merci beaucoup. Tu as très belle," he said with a smug grin.

"All I heard was 'oui' so get your arse up and dance with me.

And he grabbed my hand and we headed to the dance floor.

It wasn't as crowded as the other dance floor, but there was still a good bit of people for the moderate sized space. The music was a bit to slow for my taste so I told Harry I'd be right back. I tried to talk to the cute DJ to try to get him to put on a faster track, but he seemed busy flirting with a tan brunette who was all over him. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he snapped out of his daze to look at me. For some reason I felt some strange feeling of déjà vu. I asked him to put on some faster tracks, and when I turned he grabbed my shoulder.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.

That's when it registered.

It was my ex boyfriend.

~to be continued~

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Sorry for the short chapters! Love you guys!