Unpredictable Love

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I fasten my seatbelt and glance back up at Harry who's standing outside my car window in the parking lot of his apartment.

"So I'll pick you up at 8?" He isn't really asking.

"Yes, Harry." I answer as I roll my eyes. He's literally said he'd pick me up at eight, eight times. He chuckles, obviously finding humor in my annoyance. His mouth opens for him to say something else but I roll my window up before his words manage to escape.

The volume on my radio is low but I turn it up loud enough for Harry to hear from outside of the car. I shoot him a wink and back out of the parking space. From my rear view mirror I notice Harry blow me a kiss, and I smile.

Now, what the hell am I gonna wear to this nightclub.

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Aunt Jocelyn stares at my appearance as I enter her house. "Um...hey" I mumble awkwardly. I'm currently still wearing Harry's baggy shirt and boxers, and my clothes are slung under my arm.

"Were you, okay...last night?" She thinks I was drinking. And sleeping around. Well I was sleeping around, just not in the way that she's thinking. I was literally sleeping.

"Yeah... I was fine. Harry and I went out on another date, and he invited me to stay over." I explain.

"Oh Harry, what a lovely boy!" She says happily, and I'm genuinely surprised by her reaction. Just a few short moments ago her expression was so disapproving, until I mentioned Harry that is.

"Are you two..?" Her question trails off.

"No." I blurt.

We aren't. Are we? No, I'm sure. I can no longer handle the intensity of Aunt Jocelyn's stare so I walk off to my bedroom. My eyes fall on my bed and I can't help but notice how boring it looks compared to Harry's bed. Then again, Harry laying across his bed could be a major contribution to it not looking dull.

Dragging myself over to my closet, I realize how easy it will be to select an outfit for tonight. Most of my clothing is fairly exposing anyways, considering all of the clubs Angelyse and I used to attend.

Angelyse.

A pang of guilt washes through me as I recall our fight from a few nights ago. One of us has to apologize. Dammit, Ang. I push the thoughts from my mind and return to selecting my outfit.

A dress that I haven't worn in ages, catches my eye and I reach for it. The top half is aqua, with a lot of ruffles and it's strapless, the bottom is fairly tight and ends about mid-thigh. I smirk in approval as I lay the dress across my bed and pad to the bathroom to style my hair and makeup.

Trying not so patiently, to apply my makeup, I draw a thick, even line of eyeliner across the top of my eyelids. My hair falls in loose waves around my shoulders and I quickly spray it with hairspray. Quickly, I walk back to my bedroom and over to the bed to grab my dress. I unzip the back of the dress and step into it slowly. My hand awkwardly reaches over my shoulder to zip up the back of my dress.

The dress fits better than I remember, and I'm glad of my choice. After I apply a shiny lipgloss to my lips, I slide my feet into my black wedges. With my phone in hand I walk into the living room, where Aunt Jocelyn is watching television.

"Wow." She gapes at me, then smiles. "Where are you going?" She questions, and I know she's trying to find out if I'm hanging out with Harry again. I answer her with a brief shrug before heading into the kitchen and grabbing a granola bar. Right as I bite into my granola bar, there's a knock at the door and I know it's Harry. From the living room I can hear Aunt Jocelyn shuffling to stand up and I all but run to answer the door. " I got it!" I call out to Aunt Jocelyn and I hear her shuffling go quiet.

I jerk the door open and my jaw nearly drops off of my face. Harry is standing before me in a low slung pair of jeans, that are ripped down the front and a navy blue shirt that really compliments his skin tone. I bring my eyes to Harry's face and I'm certain his eyes will pop out of his head. I give him a wide smile.

"You ready?" I say, trying to look sexy. Harry manages a nod, and I'm pleased with his reaction thus far. His large fingers lace through mine as he leads me to the passenger side of his car, and he opens the door for me.

Harry climbs into the car and shoots me a sideways glance. "You look...wow." He stumbles over his words and my insides warm. I mumble a shy thank you and Harry places his hand on my thigh. I manage to maintain myself this time, when he places his hand high up on my leg.

"You'll get to meet a lot of my friends tonight." Harry tells me.

I'm dreading this. I barely liked my own friends, now I have to meet fucking Harry's. Great.

"Wonderful." Sarcasm coats my voice and he looks over at me with a grin.

"Eyes on the road, buddy." I tease him, and he obliges.

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From the outside I can already tell that the nightclub is quite lively. Crowds of people are outside, many people stumbling around due to their high intake of alcohol. I grab Harry's hand and we walk inside of the club, the music is so loud it's causing my ears to throb. A rush of excitement flows through me and I think back to the last time I went to a club. Angelyse and I went to nightclubs on a regular basis, we were known regulars by the security. The thought of Angelyse makes my head momentarily hurt, and I decide I'll call her tomorrow and somewhat apologize.

Harry's grip on my hand tightens as he tugs me through the crowds to get inside, sweaty bodies surround us. Through a small break in the crowd, I see Louis and Niall chatting it up with two obviously younger girls by the bar. Without speaking I point them out to Harry and he smiles.

"I need a drink." I tell him over the loud, thumping music. He nods and pulls me over towards the bar, I allow him to order for me. I'm not picky. Much to my surprise Harry hands me a Jack Daniels mixed with coke.

"My favorite." I tell him and a smug look crosses his face.

"I know." He answers. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"The night I found you stumbling out of that bar, I could smell Jack Daniels and coke on your breath." He explains and I feel slightly embarrassed. I can't help but notice that Harry doesn't get himself a drink. But I don't allow the thought to bother as I start to down my own drink. Instantly, my muscles begin to loosen and I can feel the alcohol seeping into my bloodstream.

"You wanna dance?" I ask Harry, as I drag him out onto the dance floor.