The party was already wild when we got there. We pushed through the crowd dancing and made our way to the boys. There were a lot of wolf whistles, and hooting as we got to them, and I plopped down on the sofa next to Zayn.
"Now, Car, it's not lady-like to plop down on a sofa like that, is it?" he smirked. Slowly, I turned my head to glare at him.
"Kiss my ass." I shot back at him and he laughed. "You need to blow off that stress. Let's dance." I grinned and stood up with Zayn as we walked to the dance floor. I turned and bumped into Harry, who looked really hot, in a black button down with the sleeves folded, black jeans and converse. He looked at me for a few seconds, as my brown eyes bore into his green ones.
"Um, sorry." he murmured. "You look good."
"Thanks." I said.
"I got the drinks!" Zayn called out, and walked over to me.
"Oh, no thanks." I said.
"Here you go, Harry." Zayn said. "Come dance with us."
"Zayn have you drunk already?" I asked.
"Maybe," he giggled and I laughed.
We were dancing like crazy by the time we hit the dance floor, and so was Harry, surprisingly. He hadn't drunk, but set his drink down. The DJ turned played Boomerang, the one by Pitbull, and everyone went absolutely mad. Great song. We were all pushed together, almost completely pressed up against each other. For like an entire 30 minutes we were just dancing, and as soon as I turned, I found myself in Harry's face. Zayn was making out with some brunette. I gasped as some random guy grabbed my ass and turned around and slapped him.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself." I said.
"Looks like you don't need any help with that anymore," Harry smirked and I managed a small smile.
"Let's go sit down." I said. Harry nodded and started making his way through the crowd with me right behind him. The guy who had groped my ass came again in front of me, too close for comfort and put his arm on my waist. I glared at him and was getting ready to punch him, when he doubled over in pain. Harry stood behind him, eyes darkened with anger. He grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor, and I was just kinda shocked.
An hour or two later, most of us headed home. Zayn had disappeared with the brunette and Ross and Emma were completely wasted. We managed to get back to the hotel, and Harry helped me get Ross and Emma into one of the rooms and in their beds. Louis and Eleanour had knocked themselves into a bedroom, Niall and some blonde in another. Everyone was getting some. I laughed and then realized that Harry and I had to share a room. Oh well.
"You can go shower first." I said to him, sitting down on the bed and checking my phone. I scrolled through my social media, twitter, facebook, everything was so full of the concert. Before I knew it, Harry was out the shower. I looked up, regretting it almost immediately. He had nothing on but a towel around his waist, and his abs, um wow. Someone's been working out. I looked away, with much difficulty. I grabbed my stuff and headed into the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower and then changed into grey pajama shorts and shirt that said "2 gether 4 ever."
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Singing Steps (A Harry Styles Story) (Sequel to Dancing Steps)
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