The Bad Boy

Chapter 142

Harry's P.O.V.

Gemma drags me to Noodles&Company and we get our food and take a seat. I pick at the buttered noodles with grilled chicken that Gemma ordered for me, and scan the resteraunt for a sign of Steph. For one moment, my heart almost beats out of my chest when I see Steph's face, but then I look up and see a head of green hair and realize that it's not her. I only caught a glimps anyways, her eyes were on some other guy.

"Hey, paging Harry." Gemma reaches over and waves her hand over my face.

"What?" I snap, but then feel guilty. "Sorry."

Gemma shakes her head. "I'll help you look for her tomorrow. Why don't you just call Ally and ask her to talk to Steph. I don't think she'd appreciate you just showing up at her apartment just out of the blue."

"It's not out of the blue, I've been non stop calling and texting her since she left." I argue.

"Okay, let me rephrase. I don't think she'd appreciate you showing up when she didn't even tell you where she lived in the first place, and when she's been declining your calls and texts since she left." Gemma gives me a look.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, I'll call Ally tomorrow."

Stephanie's P.O.V.

"Are you ready to go to the club now?" Miles asks when he returns from throwing our trash away in the trash can that was half way across the park. No wonder people in New York litter.

"Yeah, let's go." I stand up from the bench and brush off my shirt.

"We don't have to go if you've changed your mind. In fact, let's just go back to my home and watch a movie or you can do a repeat singing performance." Miles laughs.

"No, Miles. You're going clubbing with me." I grab his wrist and drag him across the street to the club. It sticks out among the other buildings because it's painted a dull black color.

I drag him into the door and immediately the music is pumping in my ears. We're on a balcony that runs all around the perimeter of the room looking down on the dance floor and bar that are built into the ground. The dance floor has strobe lights blinking and the floor is coated in glitter underneath some clear coat. I drag Miles down the stairs to the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender yells over the bar.

"A vodka and cranberry." I yell back and then we both give Miles an expectant rule.

"Uh, water please." He says in his polite fashion.

I shake my head and give him a fake disappointed look too which he pouts his lips, making us both laugh as the bartender slides our drinks over the bar.

I pick up my drink and motion for Miles to do the seame and then follow me out to the dance floor. Towards the front of the room is a large DJ table on an elevated stage, where some guy is dancing around, comically large head phones covering his ears.

I start dancing around in the middle of the dance floor to "She's Kinda Hot" By 5sos, but Miles stands there awkwardly, one hand crammed in his pocket, the other holding his water bottle which he sips at every now and then.

"COME ON MILES!" I reach out and grab his arm that's not holding the water and start dancing around with it, while he lets it handing totally limp.

We both start laughing after a couple seconds. "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE." Miles yells.

"JUST MOVE! LISTEN TO THE BEAT!" I instruct.

He starts to shuffle his feet as I finish my drink. "I'll get you another." Miles says into my ear when he leans over to take my empty glass. He retreats through the crowd but I stay.

Some cute guy with jet black hair and snake bites dances in front of me for a little bit, ending with him blowing me a kiss before heading off the dance floor. I dance alone until Miles returns, another larger size of vodka and cranberry in his hand. He offers it to me and I smile in thanks.

"Who were you dancing with?" He asks.

I shrug in response, which, for some reason, makes him laugh. I raise a questioning eyebrow but he just shakes his head and starts moving his feet a little more. I scan the room to see if I see snake bites anywhere, but instead my eyes get stuck on a familiar head of curly black hair. I stare and stare, wiling the owner of the hair to turn around but they never do, so I shake myself out of the trance and turn my back to him.

Harry's P.O.V.

As I dance with Gemma in the club, I feel someone staring at me. I try to shake off the feeling but when I can't, I whip my head around. I scan the mass of dancers and see the same green hair that I saw at the noodle place...