Unpredictable Love

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Harry's POV

At this point, my head is spinning. Her dainty hand is wrapped around mine as she leads me out onto the dance floor. I can tell that her drink is beginning to sink in, as her body sways sexily to music. From the dance floor I can see Zayn deejaying and I grin, his mix is amazing. Karleigh is obviously enjoying it as well, as her hips move against my crotch.

Instinctually, my hands wrap around her waist as she grinds up against me. A small groan falls from my mouth at the proximity of our bodies. She raises her hand up and brushes her fingers against my neck and I unwillingly shiver. I don't know what I'm feeling when I'm with this girl. She's like a rush of adrenaline and my heart beat is out of control.

I can feel the eyes of other guys on Karleigh as she dips her body low against me. A pang of jealousy shoots through me and I grip her hips tighter so they get the memo. I can see Niall dancing with the young blonde he was talking to at the bar. He catches me looking at him and he shoots me a smug look, probably referring to the way Karleigh is dancing.

Shit, where did she learn to dance this way. The idea of how many guys she's probably danced with clouds my thoughts and I barely shake my head to clear my mind.

The music slowly begins to morph into a slower song, and I recognize it as Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey. She's much more modern than mine and Karleigh's taste in music. Much to my surprise, Karleigh turns around and laces her arms around my neck and she's singing the words to the song. Our bodies stay close, and Karleigh is still swaying against me. A lot of people start to leave the dance floor due to the change in pace of music, but Karleigh makes no movement to leave.

Our eyes are glued to each other and I can barely make out Karleigh's soft vocals.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful..." She sings, our eyes still connected, bodies swaying in sync. As she sings the words the meaning behind them seems much deeper.

Her eyes dart away as she realizes what she just sang to me and her cheeks are flushed. Do I love her? I'm not sure? Certainly not, we've barely just met. I mean she has captured my attention, my eyes and thoughts are constantly glued on her. I'm bewitched.

The song fades out and Karleigh's hands untangle from my neck, as we trail off of the dance floor. I take us to a loft where Niall, Marcus, Ben, Liam, and a sweaty Louis are sitting. Karleigh eyes the group of guys who are seated, and leans towards my ear.

"I'll be right back." She explains before walking off. I watch her walk away, until she's out of my sight. I direct my attention back to the boys and they're all smirking at me.

"Hot little thang, you got yourself there Styles." Marcus says, referring to Karleigh.

"We're not officially together, but yeah she's a real show stopper." I grin back at Marcus. I try to ignore the aggravation that's growing in my mind, from the way Marcus referred to Karleigh as a 'hot little thang.'

There's an empty seat next to Liam, and I gladly take it. "So Niall, who was the cute blonde I've seen you with all night?" I ask Niall and he grins.

"Her names Amanda, but she said I could call her Mandy." He says with a wink. "Yeah apparently her and her friend are attending University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center in the fall. I've always had a thing for nurses." He grins cheekily. I burst into laughter at his shallow minded perspective of females. Louis fist bumps him and Niall promises Louis to hook him up with Amanda's friend.

I scan the dance floor in search of Karleigh, but I don't see her. She's been gone for quite some time now. Before I can manage to worry, Marcus and Louis snap me out of my daze.

"Right Harry?" Louis asks and I glance over at him.

"What?" I ask, clueless to the question topic.

"Zayn's mix was fucking great, right?" Louis repeats and I agree with him.

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Karleigh's POV

I tilt my head back, and down the rest of my third glass of Jack Daniels with coke.

"I love a girl who can handle her liquor." A blonde haired guy in a tight fitted shirt whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. I shy away from his close proximity and glare at him.

Clearly, I'm drunk. Not that drunk though. I choose to ignore the Slimy Man's words and wave the bartender back over.

"Can I just get a mojito, and that'll be it for me." I tell the bartender. "Put it on my tab," the Slimy Man says and I turn my body to face him.

"Can I help you?" I rudely ask the man, who clearly has a fetish with me. He gives me a creepy smile that makes my skin crawl, but I stand my ground.

"I was hoping you'd ask that." His tone is disgusting and I am repulsed by him. My eyebrows raise, in an attempt to get him to explain.

"I'm just looking for a nice dance, with a nice girl." He murmurs, his head leans closer to me but I don't back away. "Are you a nice girl?" He whispers and I flinch.

I grab the man's forearm and yank him towards the dancefloor, he seems pleased. My ass rubs roughly against the man and he is groping my hips in an uncomfortable manor. I find myself wishing I was dancing with Harry again instead. Moans are coming from the man as I bend over and he feels me torturing him with my body movements. The man's hand attempts to slip between my legs, confirming what I had assumed. I clamp my legs together and move away from the man, a disgusted look on my face.

"What the fuck are doing?" My words are slightly slurred and the man chuckles as if this is some sort of game.

"C'mon baby," he says as he reaches for me but I pull away. He takes a step towards me and I try to move away but my back presses against a wall. "I'm just trying to have some fun." His tone is perverted and I shove him against his shoulders with as much force as I can summon. He stumbles backwards and I move away from him and the wall.

I open my mouth to say something to this creepy man, but the voice that I hear doesn't sound like mine.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I slowly turn around, careful not to loose my footing after having too many drinks.

Of course, Harry is standing there.