Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 26: No Where To Go

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Recap of 25:

"Looks like you'll be enjoying those with the show." I glance up to see the man look between the shots and the stage.

A smile spreads across his face as I follow his gaze to the rising curtain.

The show has begun.

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Harry POV:

Song- You & I: One Direction, Apologize: One Republic, Demons: Imagine Dragons

As the curtain rises my eyes follow a pair of red heels to a pair of long legs.

"Holy shit," I glance over at Niall who has his mouth formed in an o shape before following his gaze, my jaw setting just as quickly in shock.

"Wai- Is that-" Liam stammers as my eyes stare at the female, her back turned to me but Niall and Liam in the left of the booth having a clearer view.

The hair is brunette, cascading in waves down her back and draped over her left shoulder.

Music starts to play from the overhead speakers as the five females on the stage begin swaying there hips in sinc, earning hoots from the crowd.

"Harry that looks lik-"

I put my hand up to silence him, my eyes entranced to the girl on the stage in the almost completely sheer red and white thong. Her perfectly round backside moving from side to side to the beat of the song.

Her arms stretch above her head slowly moving herself in a circle until-

"Holy. Fucking.-"

"Shit." Niall finishes for me as her face comes into view.

What. the. actual. hell.

"Th-That's Whitney." Liam states.

"Thank you for that Mr. Fucking Obvious," I sarcastically remark while my blood boils like a volcano.

I continue to watch the appalling shit, my eyes like magnets glued to her not by choice but sheer force.

A hand taps my shoulder pulling me out of my trace a minute later. I jerk my head to Louis pointing up at the stage, "what is she doing up there?"

"Like I fucking know," I hiss in a loud whisper before looking back to the elevated platform where there movements get more inappropriate by the millisecond.

With the flick of her body her hands plant to the floor, her ass sticking in the air for everyone to get a perfect view of.

There's two parts of me.

One wants to stand up and rip her off that damn stage.

And the other wants to beat everyones ass who dare land their eyes on her, she's mine and only mine.

"Woah she's good," Zayn laughs. I glare at him fisting my hands under the table.

By the time I look back again her eyes dead locked to mine. For a moment I think I sense her pause in that moment, but even if that was the case she quickly slides into the next position, a split all the way to the floor until she's straddling it.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck FUCK.

My dick twitches involuntary. I quickly scramble to collect myself with a husky cough, squeezing my eyes shut to wake up from this weird as shit dream.

Only it's not.

When I open my eyes my girlfriend is still seductively moving her hips, giving every old ass creep in here a show in a bra and half see through underwear that doesn't cover shit.