Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

June (2013) cont'd

I don't think I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to come out with them. Harry was on one side, Louis on the other, while Zayn and Liam went ahead of us in the club and Niall brought up the rear. They surrounded me not to mention their security that always accompanied them on tour. I could tell Paul was having a hard time keeping a few people at bay as we easily slipped into the club. I was beyond anxious. It was a private party at the club and it seemed like everyone knew the boys would show up. I'm positive the fact I was attending with them would be splashed across the tabloids and internet by morning. I powered my phone off, purposely making sure I avoided looking at it.

We made our way over to the VIP section where it seemed to be just as crowded. My heart dropped to the floor. The area may have been crowded but there was no mistaking the tall slender figure standing by the bar. Louis patted me on the back when he noticed I had begun to have a coughing fit. I think I had forgotten to breath. Louis followed my line of vision and his patting faltered. Harry wasn't paying the slightest clue as he shook hands with the people around us. Some of the boy's band and their friends had ventured out tonight ahead of them.

"Are you alright?" Louis tried to keep his voice down but the music was too loud. I wanted to laugh and tell him I was fine. Of course, I wanted to be totally fine. I looked over at him to make eye contact. I smiled and nodded but he saw it in my eyes. I turned back around to find Harry eyeing us with a quizzical expression playing across his features. I plastered a smile on my face.

"What's the matter with you two?" Harry leaned down to talk into my ear so he could be heard over the music.

"I just had a coughing fit he was helping." I said back. I tried to sound more calm than I felt. My insides were going completely haywire while I tried to appear calm on the outside. I leaned back to give him a smile that resembled for a real one that the one I had previously plastered across my face. He eyed me carefully. I could tell he wasn't one hundred percent convinced. I still smiled at him even when e took my hand to lead me over to the couches where the boys were congregating.

"Shots! Shots all around!" Niall yelled as he produced a tray full of shot glasses filled with a dark liquor. I looked at him apprehensively as he shoved on into my hand first and winked. So, he must know as well. I sighed heavily as Niall finished handing out the rest of the shot glasses.

"A toast! To the time of our lives and the people who have made it possible!" Louis said holding up his glass and clinking it against mine. Harry tilted his glass and gave my glass a light tap as he leaned over and kissed my cheek. I tossed my shot back and grimaced as the liquor burned its way down my throat. I welcomed the distraction as the glass was taken away replaced by another. I quickly drank that one as well, followed by another. If I wasn't careful I would drink the place dry. I declined the next shot glass offered my way.

"Come dance with me." Harry nipped my earlobe with his teeth as he whispered. I felt him as he took my hand in his own. I shivered as he pulled me against him toward the dance floor. When I looked up at him I saw the familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. It made me smile. A real genuine smile.

When we stepped onto the dance floor Harry pulled me as close to his body as he could. He settled his large hands on my hips and we began to move. I reached up and threaded my hands through his hair. I could feel the alcohol working its way through me. I was much more brave now than I would ever think to be. I allowed myself to feel his body against mine and revel in it. He was all hard planes and muscular physique while I was soft skin and warmth. I fit against him perfectly as we moved in sync to the rhythm of the song. He lowered his head and his lips came in contact with my skin. The moan that escaped my lips couldn't be heard over the music but I knew he had heard it. I knew he felt it vibrate through me. I felt his tongue flick over the skin of my neck. I was putty in his hands.