Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 11

In one rash decision, I decided that I was done resisting Harry and his charms. For one night, I was going to let myself live, live and love life to it's fullest. 

"Lead the way" I said, my stomach did a flip though, betraying the steadiness in my voice. My words sounded foreign to me, probably due to the flirtatious tone I had taken on. 

Harry's eyes held surprise but I could tell by the way he looked at me, drank me in with his eyes, that he was ecstatic. He slipped his fingers into mine, causing a blush to spread over my cheeks. 

He lead me to the center of the dance floor and while I could dance, I found myself troubled to due so. Harry laughed at my now futile attempts to dance, but didn't say anything as he watched a girl with long, thick, silky locks of midnight black hair. 

I was surprised when a pang of jealously hit me, I wanted him to me watching me like that, not some random girl. Right then I started really dancing, I put my arms above my head as I swiveled my hips, slowly and tantalizingly. I watched Harry's head snap away from the girl as his eyes trailed up and down my figure. 

Once I was facing him I decided to do something I had never done before, turning back around I leaned into Harry, I lifted my arms up and join my fingers at the back of his neck, teasing him by playing with his hair. I was melded with him in all the right places and when I started twisting my hips against him, he let out a groan. My head was resting against his shoulder and when he swept my hair back to trail hot, smoldering kisses up my neck, I nearly fainted.

When he reached my ear, he whispered "You know, you didn't have to do that to get me to like you" as shock rolled through me, I found myself wanting to cry. Did he think I was just like every other girl, who goes and dances for him, just to get him in bed? I pulled away with tears in my eyes, I shook my head, "I didn't do that so you'd like me"  I said as one tear rolled down my face. He looked mortified that I was crying, I could see he felt bad but I had to get this out. 

"When you asked me to dance, I told myself I was done resisting you." I dropped my head to the floor as more tears rolled down my face, ruining my make-up. "When I saw you watching that girl dance, I got jealous." I looked back up and met his eyes, "That's why I was dancing like that!" I nearly screamed, "I wanted you to look at me like you were looking at her!" I turned around and ran away, ran out the door. I sent Lilah a text, "I'm headed home, if you can, stay out. I'd like a bit of time alone"  

When I pulled off my shoes and walked down the street barefoot, holding my high-heels, I felt like one of those girls that just got dumped. And maybe I was in one form or another.