Irresistible

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Isabelle's POV

Stepping out of the car, the immediate boom of the bass from inside the club caught my attention. A small grin appeared on my lips as I took in a breath. This was my kind of place. Harry suddenly appeared at my side, and he gave me a small smile, his green eyes taking in my expression.

"Ready, love?" he asked, and I knew he knew the answer. I had been talking about it ever since we'd left the hotel.

I nodded, giving him a 'duh' expression. "Ready," I replied softly, running a hand through my straight blonde hair before stepping towards the door. Harry stayed close to me, brushing against me every couple of footsteps. Silently, I hoped he couldn't see my slight blush in the dim light.

Stepping into the club, my eyes seemed to brighten. The familiar loud music and the sound of people laughing and talking overwelmed me with a good feeling. Goosebumps rose on my arms as I started towards the bar. First thing's first: Gotta get a drink down.

I leaned across the counter of the bar, my eyes on a handsome bar tender with a five o'clock shadow and sexy messy hair. I looked him over a couple of times before he looked up from preparing his drink and spotted me. My blue eyes gazed over his name tag. Lance. For some reason, his name seemed to fit what he looked like. His light brown eyes caught mine and he gave me a grin, making his way towards me. Once in front of me, he leaned his elbows on the table and came closer to me, our faces a few inches apart. "What can I get a beautiful lady like you?"

Cocking my head to the side slightly and grinning, I bit my lip slowly and flickered my eyes over his face for a moment. But before I could even get my mouth opened, I heard an all-too-familiar, British voice answer for me. "You can get the lovely lady a Mai Tai. Be light on the rum. And I'll have a Miller Light beer while you're at it."

You've gotta be kidding me. My smile immediately disappeared when he cut in. Rolling my pretty blue eyes, I straightened up and shot the now-frowning bar tender a sheepish look. "You'll have to excuse him." The bar tender only nodded, his eyes on Harry, before turning and getting to work on the drinks.

Turning around, I shot Harry a look. "Why did you do that? And how did you know what I was going to order?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, giving me a cocky grin. "You said something about a Mai Tai atleast twice on the way here, and I figured that was something you wanted. And being the gentleman I am, I decided to order a drink for both of us. Just to save you some trouble." I started to snap at him, but just shook my head and rolled my eyes. Stupid Harry and his really good excuses.

"Whatever," I muttered, clearly unhappy as I spun on my black heels to face the bar. Without even looking, I knew Harry had come up beside me. I saw him lean his elbows on the counter and take in a deep breath.

"Look," he stated after several silent moments between us. No matter how much I tried to block his barely audible voice and tune into the blaring of the music, I couldn't help but listen as he continued. "I don't want to argue tonight." He let out a slow sigh and ran a hand through his curly hair. Finally, I glanced up at him. He was staring at me with his bright green eyes flickering about my face.

"Me either," I agreed rather quietly. So quiet that I could barely hear my own voice over the music.

Harry seemed to hear me loud and clear, however, for he nodded his head, meeting my eyes and giving me a small smile. "Then how about for the rest of the night, I just let you be. You can dance with whoever you want and flirt with whoever you want. I promise I won't get in the way."

My first reaction was a snort of disbelief. "That's pretty funny, Styles."

"I didn't get the punchline," he replied, suddenly serious. Curiousity and slight surprise come over me as he added, "As long as you aren't too drunk at the end of the night and I don't see you walking out with anyone, I won't intervine."

Harry Styles? Leave me alone for the entire night?

I'm so in.

"You've got a deal," I replied, sticking out my hand for him to shake. When he did, he had a smile on his face. A soft, almost caring smile as his green eyes flickered almost franticly across my face. As if he wanted to take in my every feature before I went off on my own. It was kind of a strange thing, though at the same time it was cute. Again, I hoped he couldn't see the slight blush that had stained my cheeks.

It wasn't a moment later that I head the sound of two glasses being clinked against the counter and a deep male voice saying over the boom of the bass, "One Mai Tai for the lady and one Miller Light beer for the gentleman." My blue gaze snapped towards the sound, coming face to face with the hot bar tender again. Remembering what Harry had promised me, I gave him a sweet smile and a little wink as I grabbed the drink. His eyes were all over me as soon as I had turned to him, and unstinctively, I wrapped my free arm around my middle, taking a sip of my drink.

Surprisingly, what little rum was in it really made me taste the Mai Tai differently. But in a good way. I took another sip, silently thanking Harry that he'd ordered it with less rum than normal.

I heard the shuffling of Harry taking his wallet out of his back pocket and tossing a few bucks in the tender's direction. "Keep the change, mate." I glanced his way and could see he was taking in the scene, seemingly unbothered by the fact that Lance's eyes were all over me. Literally. At this, I felt both relieved and a bit bothered. Relieved that he had finally stopped being so protective of me. Bothered, because the tender's hazel eyes were making me a bit uncomfortable.

I whirled to fully face the eager beaver, and once his eyes stopped on my breast, I only sighed and turned back to face the area. Yeah.. I'm not doing that tonight. I leaned my back against the counter and took another sip of my drink, looking over the area. Every few moments, my bright blue eyes would ficker to Curly. He would be doing the same thing I was; taking in the dance floor.

It was currently packed at the moment, and I soon felt myself growing impatient. I hoped I could finish this drink soon, for I felt the urage to dance really bad. Really, really bad. Suddenly, I wondered if Harry felt the same way..

There I go again. Thinking about Harry Styles. What was it about that boy? Blinking, I looked at him for what might've been the ninth time in the past two minutes. He was in the same position, his head tilted back slightly as he took a swing of his beer. For some reason, my eyes trailed to his lips before I shook my head. This drink must really be getting to my head.

Right now, I would be chatting up some random guy at the table before letting him buy me a drink then pulling him onto the dance floor. That's the normal drill. But tonight, I didn't seem to have the will to. What I wanted to do was dance, but not with a stranger; I wanted to dance with him. Why? I haven't the slightest clue. Maybe Lance spiked my drink with some kind of drug or something.

No matter. Harry and I were both lonely people, just standing here and watching people have fun without even an ounce of effort in our part. Even his green eyes hinted that he wanted to go dancing, too, though he made not the slightest move towards the floor. Was he feeling the same, strange feeling? Did the bar tender spike his drink, too?

After what seemed like forever of being lost in my ever pending thoughts, I turned my full attention on him. My elbows was propped against the counter and my body was fully facing him. Harry noticed my sudden move right away, for his head snapped towards me as his eyes filled with curiousity. Opening my mouth, i began to speak. "Do you-"

I barely got the first two words out of my mouth before I saw someone walking towards us. I say 'us,' but her bright turquoise eyes were set fully on Harry. She cut into the conversation as if I hadn't even started talking as she grinned happily and squealed, "Harry! It's been forever!" And as if she were an old friend of his, she engulfed him into a hug.

Immediately, I cocked an eyebrow as Harry stared down at the girl with complete surprise in his eyes. "Maria?"

Okay, hold up.

Maria? Maria Jackson?

Harry's most recent ex-girlfriend?