Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Dedication: @MaddieOfficial1. Basically, because she's given me support since Perfect. (she was the first to read the final chapter of it too!). She's a wonderful writer, too, and deserves lots of reads. Check her out. Love ya, Maddie! x 

Enjoy the chapter! 

Harry's POV:

Whenever we arrive at the bar, I slide in the doors with ease. Adrian knows the guard standing at the door.

Surprisingly, the bar isn't insanely crowded. A few people are dancing on the floor that's changing colors, and people are sitting at the bar. "I know it's not crazy." Adrian says, guiding me towards one of the stools, "but my stepdad owns the place, and I have a drink named after me. I thought you'd wanna try it?"

I grin. "Yeah, sounds good."

She smiles at me, before hitting one of the bells that they have set up on top of the counter.

A middle aged lady with graying black hair appears wearing a shimmery black tube top and a pair of tattered light wash jeans. "Adrian!" She shrieks. She leans over the counter to cup Adrian's face in her hands, and kisses her forehead. "Hey, baby doll!"

"Scarlett," Adrian smiles, "Uh, this is Harry."

Scarlett turns to me and gives me a bright smile. "Well, hello there." She holds out one of her hands, showing off her long pink nails. I take her hand and shake it. "Scarlett Bellforte." She introduces herself. "Adrian Ellen's godmother."

Adrian blushes. The first time I've seen her look embarrassed.

"Ellen?" I tease.

"Shut up." She laughs. "It was my great grandmother's name."

"No judgment." I hold my hands up in defense.

She turns back to Scarlett. "Scar, can I get two Adrian's Apples?"

"Of course." Scarlett winks. "Coming right up." She turns away, and goes to one of the drink mixing stations.

She returns a few minutes later with our drinks, a bright green mixture with a lemon slice on the side. "Now, squeeze the lemon into the drink." She commands.

I squeeze it in, "Now what, madam?"

"Drink." She grins.

I bring it to my lips, and take a swig of it. After I'm done, I smile. "It's good. What is it?"

"Secret." She smirks.

"Oh, of course." I laugh, before taking another drink of it.

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She turns on her side, and props her head up with her elbow. "I like having sex with you."

I laugh. "Same." I mumble. I sit up and look around. The stars are sparkling, and the waves on the beach are slowly coming up, tumbling over onto the sand. I shake out my curls, and then check the time on my phone. Three o' five. Zayn texted twenty minutes ago.

'She got sick on the floor. I got it cleaned up, and I got her back into bed, but she's crying and she wants you. Get home soon, please..'

I sigh, and get off the hood of the car. "I gotta get home."

"It's early." Adrian whines. "Stay." She grabs my hand, trying to pull me back.

I shake my head. "I really got to get back. We got X-Factor stuff to do early in the morning."

She pouts. "Fine." She hops off the hood, and slides into the passenger seat. I strap myself in and start driving.

"I had fun tonight." She says. "What're you doing tomorrow?"