devil in my arms ➳ zarry au

one

Harry

It's night, and the city blinks with thousand of lights. "How long are we going to wait?" I say shivering under the autumn air, the cold breeze kisses my long slender legs. We are in a long queue to one of the most renown clubs in the city called 'Hades.' I'm wearing a black tight skinny jeans, red satin shirt, the v neck cut out so low it shows most of my cleavage. I don't like it, but Niall gave me this shirt for my birthday, and begged for me to wear it tonight. I sigh. Sometimes, friends are more trouble than they are worth. "We are nearly there. Don't be too stiff, Harry. Tonight is going to be great!" Niall clings to my arm with excitement, his eyes sparkles as we move closer to the door.

Unfortunately, I don't have his enthusiasms for clubbing. People go clubbing to hook up. And I already have a boyfriend. Yet I'm here to accompany Niall for tonight. Just for tonight. Next time, I will watch movies with my boyfriend, Louis. Finally, we are in and I'm glad to be out of the cold. We walk towards the dance floor, my eyes wide trying to absorb the scenery around me. The dance floor is filled with people dancing to the beat. I swallow hard, my heart pulsing wildly, beating like the wings of a hummingbird. Niall laughs as he pulls me into the dance floor, his hips already moving rhythmically to the wild, hypnotic music.

The music beats into my ears, my nostrils flares at the sweet, dangerous, smell of lust around me. "Come on, Harry. Let's dance to the music!"
Niall lifts his arms in the air, swaying his ass, his head bobbing to the tempo. I follow suit and soon, we are dancing until my skin is sheened with sweat. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand as I try to catch my breath. "Let's go grab some drinks." I yell over the noise. Niall nods his head quickly for he too, is thirsty from the dance. We push through the throng of dancing couples towards the bar.

I perch on a barstool, nodding to the bartender. "We will have tequila. Two shots." Niall says before I can even say anything. "I was going for orange juice," I say crossly. "We are in a nightclub. Alcohol is a must. Go wild just for tonight, Harry." The bartender smiles pleasantly in agreement while he fixes our drinks. I turn to face Niall, but his attention is already on the guy sitting next to him. Our drinks arrives, and I tap on Niall's shoulder for attention. He glances at me quickly, before grabbing his own glass, and return back to the guy.

I sigh again. He begs me to accompany him, and now he is ignoring me for some random hot guy. I grab my glass and down the alcohol quickly. The alcohol burns in my throat and I force myself not to sputter and cough. Who the heck drink this shit? "Harry, I'm going to dance with Liam. Don't wait up for me. He will drive me home." I look at him in disbelief. "But what about our boy's night? It's the only reason why I'm here!" I know I sound whiny, but I'm too pissed beyond care. He asked me to go with him, and now he is ditching me with some man? Niall ignores the anger in my tone, and giggle as this Liam slides his hand across Niall's back. "Help a boy out here, Harry. Just for tonight. Let me enjoy myself. Class starts tomorrow and I can't be sober for the boring lecture!" I'm still dumbfounded when he leaves me with his new guy to the dance floor.

Shall I just leave? I'm kinda pissed that he just ditched me. And being angry makes me feel reckless. I ask for another shot of tequila and the bartender complies. I grab the glass and swallow the alcohol. I gasp out, my head spinning a little. The alcohol in my system dampens my sour mood, the buzz numbing my thoughts. So this is why people drink... I feel like I'm flying.

"So you got ditched too, huh?" I swivel to the voice. A man moves on to the barstool next to me, where Niall had been. He must have seen my confused expression as he clarifies, "I'm Zayn. I was with that douchebag who's now trying to shag your friend on the dance floor." I follow his eyes to the dance floor. Sure enough, Niall and Liam are dry humping each other, their hips grinding. I revert my gaze back to this man, for he is far more interesting than seeing my friend shoving his tongue down the guy's throat. "You're his friend?" He turns his attention back to me and smirks. My heartbeat quickens, seeing that devilish grin on his face. Wow... he is gorgeous. My eyes stares hungrily at him. He looks much older than me. His skin is pale which is sharp contrast to his thick, sinfully black hair.