Finding Yourself

chapter 54

The six of us walked into a club in town and headed straight for the bar. My eyes scanned the room and stopped on a middle aged man in a baggy suit. I knew him, but how? Zayn brought the first round of drinks and I continued to look over in the mans direction to work out who he was and then I realised. He was the man that hit on me the last time me and Harry were out.

Shit.

My eyes flicked away from him as soon as I realised who he was, in the hopes Harry wouldn't follow my gaze. I hoped Harry had forgot about him completely.

Zayn and Liam stayed at the bar while me and Harry went to the dance floor and Niall and Louis went to find some 'bangable babes'. Their choice of words, not mine.

Harry stood behind me on the dance floor with his hands on my hips. I moved my bum to the beat of the music, making sure to rub on him in all the right places. It was clearly working when I felt his breathing hitch and his grip on my hips tighten.

"I know what you're doing Melanie." He breathed into my ear.

"I'm just dancing." I smirked innocently, staring into his burning eyes.

His eyes flicked down to my lips and in a nano second, his mouth was pressed onto mine.

Our tongues were flicking against eachother fast and in our slightly drunken state it probably looked messy for anyone that saw us but we didn't care. We were lost in the moment, lost in eachother and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else with anyone else.

He rested his forehead on mine and smiled. "Lets get another drink."

I nodded, a little out of breath and followed Harry through the sea of people, clutching onto his out stretched hand.

"Sex on the beach?" He asked as we got to the bar.

"It's too late to go to the beach now." I smirked. "and I'll have a vodka and lemonade."

He shook his head, smiling at me and turned back over to the barman.

He gave me my drink and I could feel myself getting more light headed.

"You're a little light weight Melanie." Harry teased finishing off his pint of beer.

"Oh and you're not drunk right now no?" I said with raised eyebrows.

"I can handle myself." He winked.

I spotted Niall and Louis speaking to two girls at the other side of club and chuckled to myself watching them 'play it cool for the babes' as they would say.

"I think you owe me an apology." I heard a voice say from behind me.

Me and Harry turned around and saw the man that hit on me. He had a small 'T' shaped scar above his nose and a scowl on his face. It was so weird being face to face with him now. The first time we had met, everything was 'normal'. I didn't know I was pregnant. I hadn't had my abortion. Hannah was still alive. I hadn't completely lost my shit at Chelsea. Jack was still some what sane and I didn't have this scar on my arm. So much had happened and here we were, face to face again, like we'd rewound the last few months.

"Excuse me?" Harry replied with his eyebrows raised.

"This." He said pointing to his scar. "This was your fault. You punched me, can't you remember?"

"Yes, I do remember and I wouldn't of laid one finger on you if you hadn't of touched my girlfriend. You need to attempt chatting up women your own age, look at you, you're old enough to be her dad." Harry said with disgust on his face.

"I was only having some fun, she might of liked coming home with me, a bit of experience? Ya know what I mean." The man snarled.

I saw Harrys fists clench into balls by his sides and the veins on his neck were strained. I wrapped my hands round his arm and tugged him slightly.