Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 4

Heyyyyyyyy :)

Here's a new chapter :)

There's a smut in this one: at first I hadn't wrote it but I know it's the best part, and I soooo was in the mood to write it tonight, soooooooo...

Here it goes!

Chap 4

“Let’s go out tonight!”

I looked at him like he was an alien. I had just finished some work and had a meeting tomorrow at three. But it wasn’t the point. The point actually was...

He wanted to go out?!

“Don’t look at me like that Katheh!” Somebody was definitely in a good mood. “I just wanna get out of here!”

Well I was surprised.

“Sure. Wadaya wanna do?”

“I thought we could go at that club where we met,” he said and I nodded.

Hair first, then clothes, then make up. Keep it simple, I told myself. Mid-tight purple skinny dress, straight hair, mascara, blush and lipstick.

And my necklace. I never left without it anyway.

Harry was waiting for me in the living room, frowning as he looked at his phone.

“What’s happening?”

“Some fans are asking why I’m not hanging out with the lads... Tons of fans.”

I sighed deeply and gave him a small smile. “Just forget that for tonight. Tonight we’re having fun!”

He smiled at me and got up. As he did, his eyes somehow ended up on my necklace (who knows what he was looking down for at first... Perv. Haha no my dress was too revealing for me to complain about it).

It was two triangles, one pink and one blue, that collided in the middle to form a little purple one. Pink, purple and blue. It fell right between my boobs and it was particularly showing in that dress.

He made a few steps and took it in his fingers. We were close, really close, enough for my temperature to rise somehow.

“You always have it on but I’ve never bothered to ask what it means,” he stated.

I smiled proudly and took a step back. “It’s what I am. It shows my true colors to the world.”

He gave me a puzzled look but didn’t ask for more

***

I didn’t feel like flirting at first, but after a few drinks it came naturally. Oh, I wasn’t drunk, really, just a little tipsy. Just enough.

I sat at the bar to order myself another drink. As I waited for the barman to come, I saw a girl with bright red hair watching me. Me or my boobs?, I thought at first. But I realised she was probably looking at what was between my boobs and smiled. She looked up and smiled back at me.

Where was Harry?

Not a clue.

“Two Sex on the Beach,” a guy next to me asked the barman. I didn’t really pay attention before he handed one in my direction.

“Thank you...?”

“Seth.”

Well that escalated quickly, I thought when I found myself kissing that same guy, a few drinks and a couple of dances after. Kissing soon enough became an understatement, making out would be more exact.