Cara has been part of the agent team "SHARKS" since she was 14.Her world gets turned upside down when she receives a panicked phone call from her ex Niall Horan. Will she turn her back on him when he needs her the most or will her care for him takeo...
The streets are littered with crowds of people.A hole stream of people queueing outside of Club82.
"Wait here" Harry instructs as we stand outside of the club.The sign for Club 82 flashes and the music booms from inside.
He strolls over to the body guard as I stand behind him swaying backwards and fourth.I watch as Harry whispers somethings in the guards ear.His eyes study Harry for a moment before pointing to me.Harry looks back at me and nods.Moments pass before the guard lifts up his barrier.Harry grabs my hands and pulls me past the front of the queue through the crowd and enter the club.
Harry hands the lady on the front desk at £20 note as we enter the club.
The strobe lights light up the place.A dance floor is set in the middle and a Dj at the back.
Harry leads me to the bar
"What do want to drink" He yells over the music
"Malibu and pineapple please" I ask
"Two straws for the lady mate" Harry asks looking back at me and winking.
The bartender passes the drinks.
I take a big gulp of my drink,the flavour refreshes my mouth.
Harry takes several sips of his drink.We stand at the bar for a while observing the club.
"See anyone you know?" Harry asks leaning against the bar with on hand in his pocket and the other holding the drink.
"Not yet" I simply reply
He leans towards me "You look lovely tonight" he breathes hot air down my ear as he whispers,causing a shiver to run down my spine.
We soon finish our drinks.
I grab Harry's hand and try to drag him onto the dance floor,unfortunately for me he is sticking his ground and staying put.
"Come dance with me please" I ask
"I don't dance" He remarks a grin pulls across his mouth,he watches me in amusement as I try to pull him in the dance floor but he doesn't budge.After several attempts I soon give up and push my bottom lip out in a sad face.
"Don't try those puppy dog eyes at me,I don't dance" He repeats
"Not even for me?" I ask batting my eyelashes
"The idea is you dance and make me look good" He comments
"Is that so sir,I don't think I could make you any better if I tried" I compliment
Out of the blue he pulls me toward him so there is no gap between us,chest to chest.His legs stand between mine.My heart is pounding at this moment.He looks into my eyes for a moment running his fingers through my hair,before slamming his lips against mine.The familiar minty taste fills my mouth,I return the favour kissing him back.A moan spills from my mouth at the loss of contact when he pulls his mouth away from mine.He smiles and looks a me for a minute,studying my face.
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