"Harry, just-just let me go. Please," I said, tears flowing from my eyes.
"Oh, no, baby. You came to me. I took you. Now you're mine."
Before she met Harry, Mia was an ordinary girl. Then her best friend, Alexa takes her on a vacation London, where...
The week had finally ended, and at long last, it was Friday. Harry said that he wanted to take us to a club called "Break Room." Why it was called that, I'm not sure. I pondered if they could've come up with a less creative name but then I heard a booming voice.
"No, no, you're not wearing that."
"Really Harry? What's wrong with it?" I turned back around and looked in the mirror, adjusting my skirt. I had on a black two piece skirt and half top with some simple black open toe heels to compliment it.
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I curled my hair and put on a matte, dark plum lipstick.
"Mia, i-it's too revealing," Harry said, trying to cover up the tension and hotness in his voice. He adjusted his pants.
"Oh Harry, please," I said, walking over to him. He took in a deep breath. "I promise that everything will be fine." I fixed the collar on his shirt and flattened it down where his top two buttons were opened.
"We should just stay home tonight," he said in a deep whisper. He moved closer and leaned into me. He kissed me slowly and very passionately.
"Mm, Harry," I moaned as he grabbed my ass. "We should finish getting ready," I said, my hands resting on his chest.
"Mia, I swear to God, if anyone, and I mean anyone..."
"HARRY! God, you're acting like you're my dad."
"Am I not?" I laughed it off and we finished getting ready.
At about 10:30, Zayn rolled around, with Alexa in the passenger side and Orian in the back. Harry and I were driving seperately. "Just in case anything happens," he said.
I could tell that he was having a hard time keeping himself together, but I loved it. My mind suddenly flashed back to Alex. What would he think if he saw me like this?
"You okay, Mia," Harry asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I flashed him a fake smile. The rest of the way to the club was mainly us laughing and joking.
When we arrived at the club, it was huge. It was clearly new, but it looked so...fancy. We all got out of the car and walked slowly into the club as Zayn gave the valet man his keys. It was a pretty ritzy place. There were purple, pink and blue strobe lights. The bar was lit up with some flourescent overhead lamps. It was really nice.
"Drink, my love?" Harry asked, guiding me over to the bar. Orian, Zayn and Alexa trailed behind us.
"I'll get a vodka martini," I said to the waiter. Harry asked for the same thing.
It wasn't long before we were all pretty much wasted. Alexa, Orian and I all made our way to the dance floor, leaving Harry and Zayn behind. We were all dancing in a group and suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grip my waist. I was tipsy and my mind wasn't fully processing everything that was going on. I grinded against the figure, thinking it was Harry. I was laughing and when I opened my eyes, Alexa and Orian were shaking their heads "No."
"Why," I laughed while also yelling over the music. I threw my hands up and continued my actions.
"Mia, no!!" Alexa yelled over the music, looking worried. I continued ignoring her. "Mia, that's not Harry," she yelled again.
"What?"
"That is not Harry!!" I turned around to look at a man, who wasn't Harry. He was nice looking, but it wasn't him.
"Get off of me," I yelled pushing him away.
"I thought you were enjoying it sweetheart," he said, gripping my waist again, and the smell of alcohol on his breath burned my nostrils. Just as I pushed him back again, I saw Harry quickly walking up behind him. Oh shit I thought.
"Hey," Harry said, tapping the guy's shoulder, causing the man to spin around and meet Harry's fist.
"Harry, stop it! That's enough!" He looked up at me with fire in his eyes. He stood up, causing the people around us to step back.
"Let's go," he said, practically dragging me out of the club by my wrist. "We'll catch up with you all later," Harry said, not even looking back, while the others went back to partying.
"Harry, I..." As I was speaking, my back hit the brick wall, and I winced.
"What the fuck is your problem," Harry asked.
"I-it was an accident I thought it was you."
"Let's go." I was not ready for what was about to happen. But I did know this: he wasn't going to take it easy this time.
