"Do you know that man?" Jazmyn asked.
"Uh, I don't think so." I reply.
"Well you will in a minute, he's walking over here!" She giggled.
I swivel my barstool back around and see the dark haired man walking towards me.
"Hello, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me. Do I know you from somewhere?" The mysterious man asked.
"No I don't think so."
"What a shame. I'd kill to be acquainted with a lovely young lady such as yourself," he gives me another of of his captivating smirks.
"Yeah, what a shame." I retort, not being able to say much else.
"What is your name, Love?" He questions.
"Molli, and this is my best friend Jazmyn," I nudge her. "What's your name?"
"Harry. and what a beautiful name you have Molli."
Wow this guy really knows how to woo the girls.
"Thank you, I got it for my birthday." I joke.
"Wow, beautiful and funny. Quite the package deal, if I do say so myself."
I blush, and tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Would you care to dance, Molli?" Harry offered.
"I'm not much of a dancer," I say shyly.
"Oh Molli go dance with the man for crying out loud! Men like that don't come around very often so take your chance!" A tipsy Jazmyn bursts.
"Oh alright" I give in. I sip the last bit of my margarita and place the cup on the bar.
Harry takes my hand in his and leads us to the center of the large dance floor.
"I.. I don't know how to dance," I admit.
"That's okay love, I'll show you." Harry guides me to stand in front of him with my back to his chest. His hands wander up the sides of my thighs until they reach my hips. His hands guide my hips to the beat.
"Your dancing, Love," I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.
"All thanks to you," I say.
The song changes to a slower song.
"Here, come closer," his large hands gripping my sides, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his manhood rubbing against my bum.
"Someone's excited," I giggle.
"And who's fault is that?" He questions.
We dance like this for a few more songs, then I decide that it's about time to go home.
"Do you want me to drive?" I don't think Jazmyn or yourself is capable of driving right now."
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't."
Harry and I gather an extremely drunk Jazmyn and place her in the backseat of Harry's black range rover. Harry helps me up into the passengers seat and closes my door. A few moments later he hops in the drivers seat and then we're off.
"Where do you live, Love?" Harry asks. I scribbled my address on a napkin I found in the cubby.
"That's not too far from here." He says.
The car ride was eerily silent, until Harry broke that silence
"How old are you?" He asked.
"22, you?"
"23, are you from around here?"
"No, I was born and raised in America, but my parents moved here when I was 15."
"Well I'm glad you moved here," he shoots me a smile.
"Me too," I blush.
Before I knew it we were at my flat.
"I'll help you with Jazmyn." He offers.
"Thank you,"
After dragging Jazmyn up the 2 flights of stairs, Harry and I tuck her into bed.
"Now it's your turn," Harry said to me.
"I can get myself to bed, but thanks for the offer," I give him a light smile.
"One more thing before I go,"
"What's that?"
"Can I have your cell phone number?" He asked
I chuckle, "sure, let me see your phone."
We exchange phones and enter our numbers in the others phone.
"I'll call you, okay?" He says.
"Alright"
I follow him back to the door.
"Goodnight Molli,"
"Night Harry,"
He slowly leans down and placed a light, and gentle kiss on my left cheek.
"Until next time, Love," he shot me one last sexy smirk before shutting the door behind him. I lock the door and head back to my room.
I unzip my dress and it slips to the floor in a pile of sparkly silver fabric. I walk to the dresser and grab an oversized shirt and slip it over my head.
I pull back the duvet, and climb into bed. Thoughts of tonight filling my memory.
*Harry's POV*
Tonight was amazing, I met the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I smile to myself as I exit her apartment building and climb into my car.
I drive back to my place, which wasn't too far from Molli's.
"Where ya been Lad?" Niall, one of my flat mates asked.
"I was at a bar, and I met this amazing girl, I took her home and helped her drunk friend to bed."
"Did ya get some?" He asked.
"No Niall. It's different with her."
"Sure"
"Where are the other fellas?" I asked.
"Asleep. And Zayn's with Perrie."
"Well I'm off to bed, Night Ni," I walk past the kitchen and down the hallway to my room.
I kick off my boots and unbuckle my belt. Slipping it through the loops of my skinny jeans. I lift my shirt over my head, tossing it, and my jeans into the pile of laundry in the corner. I climb into bed and try to sleep. The thoughts of Molli running through my mind. I smile and fall into a peaceful sleep.
**
*Molli's POV*
I wake up with a pounding headache. I pop some Tylenol and wander out into the kitchen.
"Morning Jaz," I holler
"Stop yellin' would ya! I've got a massive headache."
"Hm.. Shouldn't have drank so much last night now should ya," I joke
"Shut up Molli,"
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"French toast!"
I check the fridge for the ingredients.
"Your lucky. We've got just enough milk and eggs. We'll have to go grocery shopping later.
"Yeah yeah just make my French toast BIOTCH," she shouts.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she burst out laughing.
"Your lucky your my best friend," I say, and return to the stove to finish the French toast.
