Something Great

Chapter 3

(Amelia POV):

When we arrive at the club, all the parking spaces were filled and there was a huge line in the front of the entrance with a bulky looking guy that was picking up young teenage girls and putting them into a ambulance..? What the hell was going on? Looking at Michelle who was too busy focussing on the rode to find a parking spot.

"Michelle?"

"No not right now Amelia"

"I was just won-"

"Amelia! Can't you see I'm in the middle of trying to find a parking spot?" She cuts me off, the annoyance shows clearly in her tone of voice.

"We'll damn then I'm leaving" whispering to myself but loud enough forMichelle to hear. While the car was still moving I opened the car door and slammed it behind me and walked up to the line. "UGH HELLO? you're holding up the line, we've got people to see and places to be at" a teenage girl constantly rolling her eyes at me"

"I'm sorry? Maybe you should try taking some anger counseling, you seem be missing parts of your hair" I smile at the girl who is freaking out and running towards a boy probably pleading to him to tell her she's beautiful and that she looks fine.. I walk up to the man, showing him my ID. He looks up at me and nods letting me go inside the packed building, the smells hit me like tornado the alcohol, smoke, sweating bodies and the sex, are intoxicating. There are girls with such little clothing that they might as well should've went naked. "Amelia! There you are" Michelle literally dragging Anthony along. "Hey.." Looking around behind her a mop of brown curls catches my attention, he pushes his way through the crowd up to a bar. "Michelle? I think Anthony wants to dance" still looking at the mysterious boy while he chugs down a shot." "What?" "I think Anthony wants to dance" I yell at her the music is up way too loud. "Oh..okay" she looks down at the ground. I walk right up to the boy and sit in the stool on the right of him.

With his luscious dark curls and emerald eyes.... I couldn't help but stare at his beautif- "hey, you there what's your name love?" He said giving him his cheeky grin, I couldn't help but actually being turned on by his deep husky British accent. "Me?" Turning around shocked that Harry styles was talking to me. I blushed not knowing I had gotten so carried away. "Uu-mm, Amelia" I said clumsily. "I'm Har-" "I know, I've heard about you" giving him a sweet smile and taking out my hand to shake his "we'll Amelia it's a pleasure to meet you, would you like a drink?" "Yes please" his smirk widens and tells the bartender to order up a round of shots. "So Amelia tell me a little about yourself" he smiles making me blush even more making my cheeks burn.

"Well I'm planning on going to ohio state university to get a business degree I am currently a model at New View management. My parents.. There not really together we'll they are but they don't seem like it..." Looking down at my lap, tears start to form I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying in front of him I start to taste the iron from biting too hard. I look back up to him and see him actually listening usually guys don't really care what a girl has to say but harry, I can tell he cares. He rubs his thumb under my eyes to wipe the tears away and then he takes my hand in his, gently caressing it making me shiver at his touch. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry" "it's fine I'm kinda used to the fighting they have every night, even tho it's hard to sleep at night"

"Here, let's just forget about this and have fun? Right?" He looks up at me giving me his signature cheeky grin.

"Yeah" blushing at thought of my way of having fun with him. wow Amelia you're already thinking dirty about him. Taking the last three shots down, the alcohol starts burning the back of my throat, ignoring the feeling. Harry gets up from his seat and his figure towers over me, making me feel weak at the knees. "Dance with me?" He whispers in my ear. I whimper closing my eyes shut. I swear the things this boy does to me I will never be able to control myself around him. He chuckles while taking my hand in his intertwining our fingers together, walking deeper and deeper into the crowd.

As I sway my hips in the beat of the music, grinding up against Harry's crotch I hear him groan, I can feel him get hard against me, my eyes widen at the strange feeling. "Now dear, you can stop teasing me before it gets worse" he growls in my ear. Surprised at his choice of words he stops me from dancing. "I need to use the bathroom for a minute I'll be right back babe"

He says leaving me in the crowd of people grinding up against each other.

Standing awkwardly in the middle attempting to dance alone for a bit.

"Hey baby" somebody cooed in my ear turning around to see Robby, Drunk, great.. "Don't call me that" I spat.

"Now don't be so stubborn Amelia"

His alcohol breath making me gag a little as he breathes on me. "I'm good, I'm actually waiting for someone" how long does it take a simple wee? "Who are you waiting for?" "No one you should be concern about" I spat "Dont talk to me like that!" He yells slapping my right cheek. Holding my cheek I walk away from him. Before I could even make 5 feet he grabs me by the waist making the space between us closed off. "Get off me, you prevert sicko" stomping on his feet, he yelps in pain holding onto his foot, he gets up and for another try he grabs onto me holding me in his grip I'm unable to move. He grinds up against me, the side of my head is against the wall, his grip holding onto my breasts tightens making me whimper in pain.

"GET YOUR'E DIRTY HANDS OFF MY GIRL" I hear harry in the background. "Oh yeah whatcha gonna do about it?" "Huh" Robby proudly smirks up at Harry.

Sooner or later Robby is pinned down to the ground, harry on top. Harry starts throwing punches after punches, Robby's face is literally torn to pieces, blood everywhere. If Harry keeps busting up his face he's going to end up in jail for murder. "Harry!, stop your going to kill him" I walk over to harry and kneel down to him, I grab his face in my hands making him look at me. "Harry...com'on let's go, he's not worth it" the muscles in his jaw relax. We walk out of club hand in hand, paparazzi surround us with flashes coming out in different angles. I couldn't see where I was going I was defiantly not used to this.

"Harry is this 6th girlfriend this week??" I couldn't help it but to glare at the man. I can't believe people would say harry was a womanizer, he wasn't. They knew nothing about his personal life and had no right to interfere with it. I wish modest management would see the real him instead of making him have a bad boy reputation in front of the cameras. All I know was that tonight everything that just happened, I was falling for Harry.