Harry Styles Smut Book..

When the beat drops out..

"You're joking right?" not my best friend, but close friend Jess asks me. She didn't really like the idea of showing up at a club at midnight when everybody is already drunk and people are starting to leave. I on the other hand prefer it that way, it's better not knowing who you're waking up next to, sometimes it's best not to remember their face..

"oh will you stop. You've complained the whole taxi ride here. I'm pretty sure there will be someone in there that's desperate for a good fück. You just need to be the one to fulfil their wishes. " I wink at her. I pay the taxi driver and exit the vehicle accidentally forgetting that I'm wearing a very tight, very short dress. So the group of completely drugged up and boozed up men probably just got a quick sneak peak of my underwear.

Good job I wore my good pair tonight, I'm feeling lucky.

I walk up in my stilettos to the entrance and see the line to get in. Not a chance am I waiting in that.

"Jess! Come around the side of the club and we will go through the side door," I shout over the loud commotion of people.

I sneak around to the side and wait for Jess to follow me. The heavy door is closed and can only be opened from the inside so we just have to wait for someone to leave and catch the door before it closes.

It doesn't take long, maybe 2 minutes? I don't know but the Inside atmosphere is incredible. The bass is pounding and I can feel it in my chest. Everyone is dancing and grinding up against each other, people are making out and giving out lap dances and the air pretty much smells of sex. My kinda place..

"Go get some drinks I'll save you a seat at the bar!" I shout to Jess over the heavy bass. She nods and immediately makes a B-line for the cute bartender. I manoeuvre through the thick mass of bodies and reach a bunch of stools, taking a seat I scan the crowd looking for someone I could do tonight. It's hard, nobody is really jumping out at me. I reach into my purse and retrieve my phone checking for any notifications, none. Damn, I feel popular.

Jess takes a seat next to me with a full tray of shots. About 8.

"What did you get?" I ask taking a shot, noticing the salt around the edges, and bringing it to my nose. It stings and makes my eyes water but I love the burn.

"tequila" we both say in unison and laugh. She puts the tray on the little circle table behind us and takes a shot for herself.

"ready?" I nod. "on three, one, two, three!" we both down the shot and pick up another doing the same until the tray is empty. We then chase it down with a slice of lime and the taste really is unpleasant but if it gets me drunk. Then so be it. We laugh hysterically afterwards and my eyes once again scan the dance floor.

This time though, something does catch my eye. Or rather, someone.

From what it looks like he's tall, slightly muscular, and has a killer smirk. The spot lights dance around the room and for a few seconds land on his face. I notice his eyes flicker from my head to toe and his smirk widens. The gum he's chewing in his mouth makes his jaw look like it could cut through anything. His eyes meet mine and his hands remove from his jean pockets. His chest is visible through his white t-shirt and if I don't say so myself, its rather flattering.

I look away to appear uninterested, you gotta make em' work for it. After a little while I look back to where he was standing only to find the spot empty, to my disappointment. Maybe I was wrong this time. Not all boys like the chase.

"I saw you staring." I jump in my seat and my hand shoots to my chest in shock. His eyes dart down to my chest and his smirk gradually builds noticing my generous cleavage on show. I look around for Jess and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she got her load early...