Complicated

Chapter 23

WARNING: May be a little graphic to some people.

Enjoy~

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Gabbys pov

My eyes flutter open to the sound of laughter coming from close by. I'm still laying on the trampoline, in Harrys arms. Harry is scrolling on his phone quietly until he sees that I'm awake. "Hey." He says with a smile. "Hi." My mouth curves into a smile when I remember him asking me out.

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask. "Not long." He says, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Only a little less than an hour." He says with a small smile. I can just barely make out his face in the dark. Remembering the things I had said earlier when I was drunk, I begin to blush. "Wanna dance?" Harry asks. "Yeah."

He stands up and hops off the trampoline, then helps me down. He intertwines his fingers with mine and leads me into the house, into the big living room filled with dancing people. "Gabby!" El shouts over the music. She takes my hand away from Harry and pulls me onto the dance floor. "So, did Harry end up asking you out?" She says dancing next to me.

"Did he tell you he was gunna?" I ask, moving my hips back and forth. "He told everybody. He even asked Louis for permission!" She giggles. I glance over to where I last saw Harry, and see Harry, Louis, an Liam sitting on the couch. Harry stares at me intently, crossing his arms and watching me move my body. His smirk widens when I blush and look down.

"You wanna make the boys go crazy?" El asks. I glance at Harry staring at me and figure it couldn't hurt to tempt him. "Sure. Why not?" I say with a smile. "Kayla!" She calls Kayla over and whispers into her ear. The boys on the couch raise their eyebrows.

El twirls me around and pulls me close. "Just move your hips like this." She shows me how to do it and I mimic her movements. My hips move naturally and I feel myself getting drunk on the music. We all dance closely together, moving our hips and shaking our bums.

"Wow! You're a natural!" El says with a laugh. I glance at Harry again and see him staring at my hips. I can tell the boys are near their braking point. I giggle and tell the girls to hold on for a second. Pushing through the crowd of people, I make my way over to the D.J. I request my song, then make my way back over to the girls.

"Apple bottom jeans, jeans, boots with the fur, with the fur!"

The girls burst into laughter, knowing why I had chosen this song.

"Shorty got

low

low

low

low

low

low

low

low!!!!"

We sway our hips and dip low to the ground. I see the boys staring, mouths open. Finally, Harry rolls his eyes and stands up, making his way over to me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He whispers in my ear. I giggle. "Because I want you to dance with me." I say. Harry grumbles happily and pulls me closer to the speakers. "Dance for me." He says. I smile wide and start to sway my hips. Harry watches as I twirl and move.

I turn away, my back facing his chest and press against him. His hands find their way to my hips and rest there lightly while I move my hips, grinding them back into his crotch. I feel his chest rumble in a deep moan. "You're torturing me!" He says. "And how is that?" I ask, continuing my exotic dancing. "Because you know I can't do anything about it." He whines.