Strangers

friday nights are for the wild

The song goes with the chapter (:

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Harry :

Be ready by eight x

Nervously, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth some wavey strands away. My knees shook, and it wasn't because the cold. Honestly, I was nervous as hell. I'm going to meet a total stranger I met in a nightclub, that manages to turn me on more than my ex boyfriend has ever had.

My black silhouettes made my legs tremble more. I was deciphering whether to put my comfortable flats on instead when my crazy best friend stopped me.

"Hell no Vienna. You're going to wear those hot âss shoes." I merely rolled my eyes and huffed.

"As of tonight you're not a goody goody teacher. You're a bomb âss bïtch that blows everyone away." She says, and smooths out my hair perfectly. She always does it.

"This isn't me, Gianna. I'm a goody goody teacher." I frowned, looking at my feet.

"Just remember what we went through... Just approach him, small talk, throw a laugh or two, then fück in the bathroom sink in the restaurant." She winked, as I flushed deep red. Gosh no, woman.

"Definitely not." I muttered, sighing.

"Just don't think, okay? Thinking kills the moment. Be reckless for once in your fücking life. Who's to stop you? Joshua isn't holding you by the leash anymore. You tore it off with your teeth, vicious bïtch." She smiles at me, her words sinking in. At the mention of Joshua's name, my stomach churned. I'm free now. Living the single life. Whatever that means.

"You're right." I grabbed my phone as it starting to ring. Gianna grinned ear to ear.

"Aren't I always?" Shaking my head with a grin, I answered the phone.

"I'm here, where are you?" The familiar British slow accent made me shiver. Mary, Joseph and Jesus how can a voice be so enticing?

"I'm on my way out." I hung up and didn't even grab a coat, the air crisp and daring against my exposed flesh.
Through the distance I saw his lean figure and his shoulder-length hair that managed to make him look like Tarzan. I smiled,getting closer to see I came too dressed up. I had a lacy black dress that went a little bit up in my knees, the lace in my arms, thin clothing. While Harry had some jeans, a sweater that looked quite comfortable with a bit holes.

His dark eyes roamed along my figure, a smirk casting upon his features.

"I came underdressed." He spoke swiftly, his hand huddling in my back pulling me closer. His fingertips in my open back dress, caressing my spine with a single finger.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"No." I shuddered, but not of the cold. His fingers burned across my back.

"Well let's go then."

Okay so you're probably wondering where he took me. In his 2000 Mercury Cougar, we rolled around town for Chinese food. I'm not complaining.
I was actually expecting the cliché Italian or 5 star restaurant, but rather I got a unique chinese-food-loving boy.

"I'm glad you didn't take me to eat a salad." I smirked, taking a cautious bite to my orange chicken. He chuckled and gave a signature smirk.

"I'm not your typical guy."

"Next time take me to a pizza place." I joked.

"Actually next time I'll take you to a good burger place I know." I giggled, not feeling as nervous anymore. My heart seemed to calm down when he talked to me.

"Let's see if there's a next time." I challenged, eating more of my orange chicken and white rice.

"They say you win someone's heart with their stomach, I think I'm winning." He says, looking at me eat.

"You have to make the food to make that phrase meaning."

"I can't really cook. I could bake." He says casually, sipping his drink.

"Interesting."  I said with a smirk. My attempt of flirting was pretty bad.

"Yup I bake. You know what else I can bake?" He smirks.

"What?" I swear if he makes a pun...
"A bun in your oven."

"That was pretty bad." I stuck my tongue.

"It was not. It was perfect." He insisted.

"Nope." I popped the 'p' and sipped my cherry soda.

"Are you Coca Cola? Because you're so-dalicious." He tried again. I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"I like cherry cola so it doesn't count." He raises his hands in defeat, smiling a bit.

"I actually expected you'd giggle to those." I shrugged.

"So what are your interests, Vienna?" He begins.

I honestly just frown. I'm not ready to start again. I am not ready to be tied of my freedom again. I'm not going to be strained by a leash anymore.
I bring my elbows to the table, pulling my serious face while sipping the soda.

"Don't go there with me, Harry. I have no wish to be in a relationship. If you want to be fück buddies, take me to dinner before the fück that's fine. Don't expect anything else than that. That's all I have to offer." He smirks.

"Glad we came to terms. Likewise." I merely nodded feeling my heart against my elbow.

"So do you want to go to my place then?" He says, a different tone now. It had no sweet sentiment to it. It was flat, with an edge of desire.

"Just one thing buddy." I say, putting my finger up.

"And what's that?"

"Do you have any sexual disease?" He looks at me with the what the fuck face.

"No. I get tested regularly." He rolls his green eyes.

"Precautions are a necessity if it's intimacy we're going to experience." I roll my eyes, sipping the last of my drink.

"You sound like a teacher." He smirks deviously and throws the trash away, heading back to the car.

My fingers clutch the metal, pulling the door. I bite my lips and put myself inside. He strides in sitting comfortably, exiting the parking lot.
God what am I getting myself into?

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