The Second Time Around

Chapter Twenty

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Chapter Twenty (Lucy’s Perspective)

Of course the party is at a huge club that only the most elite celebrities and the wealthiest people can attend. It’s insanely well decorated, ice sculptures set outside in front of the doors. Before we get out of the limo, Harry motions to my clutch.

“Erm… Is there room in that… Purse? Thing? For my phone?” He stammers, cheeks tinged with pink. I giggle and take his phone from him.

“It’s a clutch, and yes, there’s room for your phone,” I assure him, and he sighs in relief. Louis laughs at his embarrassment and I realize that he was probably the same way with El when they first started dating. Harry takes my clutch from my hands and mumbles, “I’ll carry it since I’m using it, too...” I smile at his gesture and allow him to take it, since I know that he’ll fight me if I try arguing. We escape the confines of the limo and are bombarded by more flashing lights and paparazzi.

Two massive bouncers allow the six of us in and we’re overcome by pounding music and warmth. The cold air outside still haunts Harry’s fingers, leaving his skin icy as he takes my hand in his. Suddenly, my entire being is overcome with a warmth that I know isn’t caused by the heating system inside the building.

“I’m going to go get my drink on,” Louis tells us before he leaves us.

“I’m going with him,” Niall adds, chasing after him into the crowd.

“I’m off to the dance floor,” Zayn announces, marching off to the center of the gigantic room.

“I guess I’ll go to the lounge,” Liam says quietly, leaving Harry and I alone. He doesn’t drink because of his bad kidney. Even though he found out a while back that it is miraculously fully functioning again, he still takes care of himself and doesn’t want to risk damaging it further, or again. He also takes it upon himself to keep the boys in line when they all decide to drink.

“What do you want to do?” Harry asks me, lips brushing my ear.

“I want to get some drinks,” I tell him bravely. I don’t drink very often and he knows it. He raises an eyebrow at my eagerness, but leads me to the bar nonetheless. He orders a rum and coke for himself and looks to me to give the bartender my order.

“Two shots of tequila,” I say, and Harry snorts. I slap his arm playfully and the bartender chuckles before going off to get our drinks.

“Two?” Harry asks playfully, snaking his arms around my waist.

“I want to have fun tonight, too,” I laugh, leaning up to kiss his neck lightly. His hands pull me closer to him and I feel his skin vibrate beneath my lips as a content rumble escapes from deep within his chest. I smile against his neck before pulling away, much to his discontent. His lower lip juts out in a pout as his brows furrow. In a moment of courage, I grin before rising onto my tiptoes and taking his lip between my teeth and tugging on it. His mouth opens instantly and his tongue is searching for a way into my mouth. I release his lip and allow him to take control of the kiss. His tongue slips past my lips and is roaming my mouth, swiping over my own. I allow my own to move with his and we’re interrupted by the bartender setting our drinks down loudly on the metal surface in front of us.