You sigh contently as you continue to swing your hips back and forth lazily to the music; your boyfriend Louis' hands slung around your waist as you both sing along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers in the club.
"I'll be right back," Louis whispers in your ear while untangling himself from you. "Vodka cranberry?" he questions. You nod and he heads towards the bar.
You throw your hands above your head and continue to dance along to the infectious beat that's surrounding you and everyone else on the dance floor. You can feel eyes on you, which doesn't surprise you one bit. When you came downstairs earlier Louis said you looked 'hot as fuck' in your skintight black dress. It was a little much for your taste, but it sure got Louis going, and that's exactly what you wanted.
You continue to sway in the center of the dance floor until you hear a husky voice in your ear. "You look gorgeous," it growls in a familiar accent. You spin around to see Harry standing behind you; grinning.
"Harry!" You yell, wrapping your arms around his frame. "I didn't know you were here!"
"Lou mentioned you guys were coming here tonight; figured I'd pop in." He says, taking a step back to look you up and down. "See any hot birds?" He questions, raising his eyebrows suggestively at you.
You laugh and shake your head. "I'm sure you'll find someone to take home, Harry."
"Oh I'm sure I will too. But seeing as you look fit as hell, let me dance with you until your boy toy comes back." He says, turning you around so you can grind properly to the fast-paced song the DJ just put on.
You reach behind you, wrapping your arms around Harry's neck as you continue to wiggle your bum onto his groin. You slowly dip down before rising back up; turning around to face him. You giggle and he smiles back at you. You continue to dance together; your bodies slowly gravitating closer and closer until your torsos are completely flush with each other. You laugh again, tossing your head forward onto Harry's shoulder.
"Whoa," he says, righting your bodies. "Had a little much to drink there, Miss Y/N?" You giggle and nod before turning around and grinding onto him once again. He holds you close to his body as you continue to move to the beat. You laugh again and throw your head back onto Harry's chest when you start to feel him getting hard against your bum.
"Someone's a little excited there, Styles." You say, turning to face him once again.
"You don't know what I'd do to you if you weren't with Louis, Y/N." He growls.
Before you have the chance to respond you feel your body being pulled away from his. You turn to see Louis with a tight grip on your arm, and your drink in his other hand. You look into his eyes and they look a lot darker than usual.
"We're leaving," he says, tightening his grip on your forearm.
"But I'm dancing with Harry," you whine, tripping over your heels as Louis pulls you closer to him.
"Now, Y/N." Louis says again, his voice rising.
