Pernicious|h.s

Three

          Valerie

I really didn't want to be here. I have never been really into anything along the lines of sweaty, intoxicated bodies in a rather confined space. But Lou thought it'd be a brilliant idea to bring me to this club he hasn't shut up about, to 'celebrate' my new job. I didn't even know why I agreed to go. 

I have only been here for half an hour and I'm completely bored out of my mind. Louis ditched me for some girl basically as soon as we got here, so I'm currently sitting in a booth by myself, having the absolute time of my life on this spectacular Friday night. Thanks for that Louis.

I unlocked my phone in attempt to occupy myself and look less lonely than I already was. But with no surprise that plan failed miserably. Woohoo, way to go Valerie.

I removed my attention from my phone in response to feeling a pair of eyes watching me. My stomach fluttered with butterflies when I caught sight of him. He was here. 

He was sitting on a bar stool, his full attention directed at me. It was only now in this lighting, that I realised his tan skin was scattered with numerous tattoos. I had never been this intrigued with someone, it was just everything about him drew me in.

Before I even realised I pushed myself into his direction, immediately regretting my decision when his eyes roamed over my body. What was I thinking? I can't do this. I spun on my heel, facing the opposite direction. I started making my way back to my booth, coming to a halt when I realised it and all the other booths had been taken. At that moment I just wanted to disappear into the sea of intoxicated bodies. 

Ah, stuff it. The least I could do was be within a two metre radius of him and hope he would approach me. Did that count? I spun back around on my heel, my eyes meeting his. His lips formed into a smile causing a dimple to become visible. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, laughing at the sight of my flustered body. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks due to the embarrassment, I gave him a small smile before walking over to the opposite end of the bar that he was sitting at and plonked myself down on a uncomfortable stool. 

I felt a hot breathe on my neck, a pair of lips brushing past my ear, goosebumps rising on my skin. 

"What's a beautiful lady doing out alone on a Friday." A deep, raspy voice whispered into my ear, his brown curls tickling my neck. 

"I could say the same for you. But you know y-you're not a lady." I blurted out, slamming my hand over my mouth as the words left my mouth. Valerie you f.ucking idiot, you're going to scare him away. 

"You think I'm beautiful?" A cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

"Um, that's not relevant." I squeaked.

He cocked his eyebrow. "How rude of me to not introduce myself, I'm Harry." His angelic voice spoke. 

"I'm Valerie."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Valerie." He gently grasped my hand with his large one, bringing it up to his plump lips and left a small kiss on it, causing my heart to melt. "How about I buy you a drink?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

Harry decided it would be a great idea to order us shots. I placed one to my mouth sculling it, the liquid warming my insides. A couple of shots later I felt myself becoming tipsy, Louis would be proud.

Harry intertwined one of his hands with mine, tugging me off my seat and in-between his legs. His heavenly scent engulfing me as he wrapped his firm arms around my waist. I slid my hands around his neck causing him to bury his head in the crook of my neck.

We stayed like this for a while, enjoying each others company. Despite our drunken state and having only known each other for not even two hours, it felt right. 

"Let's go dance." Harry whispered into my ear, untangling himself from me. 

He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor crowded with sweaty bodies dancing in a tangled mess. I did not feel comfortable with this at all.

The alcohol flowing through my body took over, my hips swaying with the loud music that pumped through the whole room.

Harry spun me around, my back pushed up against his broad chest and his large hands resting on my waist. My hands travelled up to his soft hair and tangled them through it, tugging on it gently. A smirk forming on my lips at the sound of a small moan leaving Harry's lips as I pushed myself into him roughly. 

 His hands travelled up and down my body as I swayed my hips roughly against his growing bulge. Attaching his lips to the crook of my neck, he sucked harshly at the skin, causing blood to rise.

I spun myself back around so I could face him. He gently brushed his hand over the bruise, admiring his work. 

He placed a gentle kiss to my forehead, slipping a piece of folded paper into the back pocket of my jeans and disappearing into the crowd of people. He was gone. 

        Harry

I felt a rush of guilt flow through my body, observing the hurt look sketched onto her face as she realised I was gone. No one had ever had this effect on me before. I couldn't let myself get sucked in, not again.

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