I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 5 The Club

As we enter the club my heart is racing just by encountering all these couples and random people dancing on one another. We are lead by a slutty looking waitress. I'm forced to take a seat beside Harry. He runs his hand through his slightly quiffed hair. It isn't that he is bad looking I just don't find myself interested...I think?

"Me and the girls are gonna dance! Cam you wanna join?!" Sydney shouts but it comes out more as a whisper due to the loud music.

"No thanks! I'm good here!" I yell back, with a polite smile.

*cough* "Kill joy."

"Excuse me?" I turn my head to see a deep dimple laughing Harry.

"Chill. I'm kidding. So Cam...right?" I nod cautiously. " Why don't you want to dance, or anything fun at all?"

"Because I don't want to turn into that waitress over there." I nod towards our waitress.

"Oh you mean Rebecca? Yea she's a whore. I fucked her before." He says flatly as if he tells people that all the time. I'm clearly disgusted by his choice of words.

"What?" He looks confused.

"The way you talked about you two, its disgusting. And how do you know her?"

"We had a fling, nothing huge." He shrugs and looks out to the dance floor.

Our waitress returns with a notepad.

"Hey Styles what ya like? besides me." She winks at Harry and pops her gum.

"Moscato wine, and what do you want Cam?"

"Uh...fruity Moscato wine please."

"Kay whatever. I'll be back."

"Why does she call you Styles?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He pops a chip in his mouth. I'm lost for words at his response to my question.

"Kidding. I don't know everyone does." He shrugs once again.

Something falls on his leg and I reach to pick up the object.

I grab the crumbled paper and read it.

  Hey cutie this is my number
(580) 180-2589

Harry grabs the paper from me and reads it. I look around the club to find a creepy man staring at me. My palms start to sweat from his stare.

"Hey Cam, is he creeping you out?" I nod slowly in response to his question. Harry stands and walks over to the man. With what looks like a sentence from Harry, the man gives me one last look and leaves the club with other men following.

Harry returns and sits on the other side of the booth, and I suddenly miss the protection I felt from his presence. Rebecca returns with our drinks. With just a flirty smile to Harry she walks over to me.

  "Hey looks like you two aren't as close after all. huh." With a hideous smirk she walks away. I feel something inside me break with her words.

Sorry if the chapters are short, I wrote them in a notebook first so I'm not sure how long they actually would've seemed on here:/ Follow me on Twitter @/ letmalikstyles1