Love, Sex and Magic.

Part 10.

Tonight the girls and I are going out to the club down the beach; to be honest it’s totally needed, I’ve been living with Harry for about a month in total plus I had to spend last night as the only girl in the house as usual, so a girl’s night is where it’s at.

I put on my knee length black strapless dress with my black suede heels that have silver spikes along the heel.

Perrie is wearing her classic high wasted shorts with a vintage top; Danny is wearing a knee length tight purple dress; El has a simple white flowy dress and Hope has a tight black skirt with a crop top. We look fucking hot.

We get to the club around 10:00 and it’s packed. It’s actually a good thing we didn’t come with the boys or else we might not have gotten in, it seems as if it was a girl’s night or something by the look of the amount of dudes trying to get in.

“I’m going to get drinks, try and get a table” I yell over the music to the other girls.

I order 5 drinks and 5 shots for us to get the night started; as I’m waiting for my drinks I feel as if I’m being watched. I turn to see if there is anyone staring or anyone I recognize but I couldn’t tell. Finally the drinks came and I took them over to the girls who were all sitting in the far corner.

The night so far has been perfect; the girls and I have been dancing and getting drunk, the whole club loves us as we grind on each other (in a none homosexual way) in the middle of the dance club getting cat whistles from every guy in the club.

As I’m dancing I feel the presence of someone dancing behind me so I stuck my ass out a bit more and they came close; I didn’t care to whom it was, I’m too drunk and in too good of a mood to care.

The person puts their hands on my hips pulling me closer to them; instinctively I start to move in time with the music with my hips.

“You look perfect tonight baby” the man whispers in my ear loud enough so I could hear over the music.

Wait a minute I know that voice…the deep raspy smokers’ voice that I know all too well because I’ve been living with him for about a month. Harry. Why is he here, on my fucking girls’ night?

I turn around quickly to tell him to fuck off but the moment I turn to say something his lips come crashing down on mine so perfectly I don’t want him to stop.

Harrys POV.

“What are we going to do tonight; the girls have already gone out” Zayn whines as he sprawls across the couch.

“Let’s just go surprise them” Niall suggest “the girls will love it!”

“Have you met Texas? She doesn’t do surprises” I remind him which doesn’t faze my friends as they already have walked out the door. Fuck I’m going to get murdered.

We get to the club and I instantly spot my gorgeous little red head in a tight black dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Damn I want that ass tonight.

I walk up behind her and start to dance; she hasn’t even noticed it’s me yet.

“You look perfect tonight baby” I say into her ear.

She quickly turned around and I knew I was about to get yelled at so I had to do the only thing I know that will stop her; I kissed her.

She moves her hands behind my head, forcing me to deepen the kiss, her hips are pushed against mine and it feels perfect. I move my hands from her waist to her ass, and I can feel her smile into the kiss.

“Let’s go home” she whispers into my ear. I take her hand leading her out of the club to go home without the others.

We barely make it to the condo door before I push Texas against the door locking my lips to hers. Her one hand fumbling with the door knob to get into the house; after a couple of tries the door flys open; our lips not separating once, I kick the door closed with one foot.