Everything You Don't Know (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

"I got your picture, I'm coming with you, dear Maria count me in. There's a story at the bottom of this bottle and I'm the pen."

Song of the chapter: Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

Harry

It's too early, I know that the second I feel cold hands touching my stomach. But I crack my eyes open anyway, already dreading the girl sleeping beside me. Goddammit. Can't you stay abstinent for a singular night? I think to myself as I let out a deep sigh.

"Baby? Are you awake?" She whispers. I turn my head towards her, a small, forced smile appearing on my face. I see her dark, brown hair and the memories from last night come rushing back as I remember the girl.

Flashback

Colors. I'm surrounded by reds and pinks as I stumble through the club, looking for Niall. Before I know it, I find myself standing by the bar, and spotting a beauty a few feet away from me. She has tanned skin, she's fairly tall, maybe 5'7" without the heels, 5'10" with them on, and her hair is the color of the darkest chocolate you can buy. I smirk as I notice her looking at me and I make my way over to her, just to see what her deal is and if it's worth talking to her at all. Stopping in front of her, I notice a small, sarcastic smile forming on her face.

"You won't want to talk to me," she says. I raise an eyebrow at her, leaning my elbows back against the open area of the bar counter beside her.

"And why is that, love?" I question. She chuckles and shakes her head.

"You won't like my name." I loll my head to the side, still smiling, and make sure she can see how wasted I am.

"Does it look like I'm going to care that much?" I question her. To this, she smirks and turns towards me.

"You make a compelling argument. Maybe I shouldn't tell you at all," she replies, her tone becoming dramatically pondering. I smile.

"Do what you will, love. We're both here for the same thing, it seems. And it's not in my nature to deprive someone as beautiful as yourself of what they're after," I reply with a shrug. She moves closer to me, dancing her fingertips up the side of my arm.

"Are you gonna be bad for me?" She asks with a small smile, almost coming across as innocent. I lean towards her, getting less than three inches from her lips, and our noses almost touching before I speak again.

"Worse than a buffet for a bulimic," I reply, pulling back and winking. At that, she laughs. I knew it, I knew she was that type. Someone who laughs at the expense of others. Then she takes me by the hand and pulls me towards the doors.

*****

The taxicab is intense right now. I keep touching her inappropriately, making sure I get her all hot and bothered. Eventually, she begins playing with me as well. She trails her fingertips up my leg, brushes them over my crotch, checks to make sure the driver isn't watching, and then applies enough pressure to start getting me hard. This girl is intense and I like it.

When we pull up to the hotel I requested, I pay him almost double what I owe him, and he offers a small smile before saying something I don't quite catch and pulling off. I shrug it off and walk in, straight for the check-in desk. This girls hands are all over me, and she's damn good at making sure outsiders don't suspect anything.

*****

Her back hits the wall as I kick the door closed, her hands roaming the opposite direction mine do. Our clothes start coming off, and then we're on the bed, her legs moving up and around my hips as I kiss down her neck. I'm sure the rest is self explanatory.