Secrets (h.s)

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(PICTURE IS BARTENDER)

We are going to a club. I don't really want to, I'm feeling anxious, like something bad is going to happen. And I'm not usually wrong when it comes to gut feelings.

But nevertheless I find myself squeezing into a tight black leggings and a black crop top with black and white high top converse. So much color in my life.

On the way there I keep bouncing my knee and finally Harry lays his hand on my inner thigh and I stop fidgeting.

We are seated in the backseat of Liam's jeep and he's driving with Louis in the passenger and me in the middle with Zayn and Harry on either side of me.

Harry leans over to whisper in my ear, "what's wrong?"

I look in his eyes and decide to keep it to myself. I force a smile and say, "nothing."

He doesn't seem convinced but turns to look on his phone again. But I keep note that he keeps his hand on my thigh.

When we finally arrive at the club Louis is the first to jump out. I chuckle lightly at his enthusiasm and try to mimic it, but the impending doom feeling lingers over me like a cloud.

It's around 10:00 at night and the stars are out. I look up at the sky and close my eyes while taking a deep breath. As much fresh air as I can get before I go in there I'm getting.

Harry grips my hand and leads me inside. We end up right where we were last time, but by the time Zayn brings up drinks they're basically all gone, so I don't have any.

I start craving the warm feeling and seriously want this anxiety to go away so I decide to go and get a drink.

I lean back into Harry's chest, because I'm sitting on his lap, and whisper, "I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back, okay?"

"Oh, get me one babe!" He slurs out and I laugh.

"You've had enough," I say while patting his chest and rising from his body.

Zayn stops me at the staircase by grabbing my waist. I spin around immediately.

"Are you getting drinks?"

"Um, yeah I was planning on it."

"I'll come with you then. You'll need help anyway."

"Okay, thanks," I say before asking, "are you driving home? You're not drunk like the rest of them."

"Yup. Unfortunately I'm the one who got stuck with designated driving."

I laugh and shake my head at him.

On my way down some blonde chick bumps into me. Hard. I slam into Zayn's chest and he places his hands on my waist to steady me.

"Watch it," I hear a high pitched voice say and when I open my eyes I see the blonde. She's wearing hot pink lipstick that matches her gross dress and shoes. She has raccoon makeup on. I scrunch my face up in disgust.

"Hey, you're the one that ran into her. You watch yourself or I'll have you thrown out. Got it, bitch?" Zayn says and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

She rolls her eyes and says, "whatever," before clicking back up the stairs.

I step forward so Zayn's hands fall off of my body. Even though Harry and I aren't together it still feels wrong to have Zayn's hands on me.