Aron's pov
"Run For Cover" by Kiting & Reija Lee blares throughout the club while bodies of dancing people bounced & swayed with the good feeling beat. We make our way through the intoxicated crowd & over to the bar where it wasn't so crowded.
Finally I can breath.
I tug at the hem of my tight navy blue dress, suddenly feeling insecure under the wondering eyes of guys around me. Just staring. Why did I agree to come? I am so stupid sometimes. Well I'm stupid all the time but that's beside the point! I've always had a tough time feeling pretty, & I hate when guys look at me. It makes me feel so uncomfortable.
I gasp when a arm wraps around my waist & I look up to find Harry. For once I can honestly say I was glad to know it was him & not some drunken bafoon who thinks he's a win.
"Harry?" A squeaky voice squeals from behind us.
We both turn around to find where the voice came from. A blond hair, long legged, big lipped Barbie doll stood behind the bar happily glaring at Harry.
"Mandy?" Harry chuckles & his arms leaves my waist.
Oh okay, I see. Some pretty chick says his name & suddenly I don't exist. Alright.
"I can't believe it's you!" I nearly scoff when she leans over the bar, her boobs almost falling out of her skimpy shirt, & just to give him a hug.
"How have you been?" Harry asks when their bodies separate. Both of their faces held huge smiles. Mine on the other hand, not so much.
"I've been good! How about you curly?"
Curly? How original! Not.
I felt like a complete 3rd wheel while Harry & "Mandy" continued to talking, neither of them acknowledged my presence. Rude right? The longer it went on the more angry I felt. Harry brought ME here. NOT her. I should be the center of his attention.
"Harry." I lean back against the bar grinning at him. He almost looked shocked as I pushed my chest out a little more than usual, clearly getting his attention.
"Yes?"
I don't know what it was about this girl, or how he looked at her, but it made me miss his attention. And I'm going to win it back, one-way or another.
Pulling him closer to me, I smile as I play with the fabric of his shirt. "How about we take a couple shots & go dance."
His grin grew wider before he looked past me. "Two shots."
I glance over my shoulder to catch quite a unhappy stare from Many.
Aron: 1 Mandy: 0
Harry grabs the two shot glasses handing me one, & without even thinking about it- I down mine.
"Damn baby." Harry says as I wait for the burning sensation in my throat to subside.
"Woah." I slap the glass down as a warm tingly sensation ran through me body, replacing the once painful one.
Harry laughs tipping his glass up & pouring the liqued in his mouth. "Come on." He grabs my hand & pulls me out to the sea of people.
The unsteady beat of "Ghosts & Stuff" by deadmau5 begins to play, I instinctively grab Harry's hands, placing them on my hips. "Try to hold on." I whisper in his ear before leaning away to turn around. Harry almost growled as my hips swayed, my back side rubbing roughly against his hardening shaft.
With help of the alcohol coursing through me, I was able to sway my hips to the music while Harry's fingers dug into my sides. Holding me against him.
