Summer Styles (Harry Styles)

Dance With Me

Harry's version of dessert is going to a club and grinding to the music with a drink in our hands, which happens to be sweet.

At least this dress gets to see a club. Secretly, I like this scene. It's very fast-paced and carefree. Currently, Harry and I are off to the side walking towards the bar to order a drink. We just walked into the door, and I froze at the sight of what was going on. Seeing that we were deep in conversation about going to his house, I didn't even think about my surroundings. Now that I think back, the long line of girls in incredibly skimpy outfits and big guys guarding the red rope, which we just walked right through, I now see that Harry occupies my mind more than he should.

When we reached the bar, Harry asked what I wanted to drink. I shrugged, and told him that he could order me whatever he thought I would like. He smiles and turns back around to order me something which I did not hear the name because the noise, and ordered himself something. We got our drinks and he told me what mine was.

"It's a sex on the beach," he smiles and winks.

"I'm just going to ignore that," I say before I take a sip. It's absolutely delicious. The fruity taste is complemented by the alcohol wonderfully. I like to enjoy drinks and food.

"Wanna dance?" He asks.

"Sure. Why not?" I reply.

We move to the middle of the dance floor with our drinks in hand. Although I've never danced with a guy before, there were plenty of examples around me. In one direction, a girl had her ass backed to the guys crotch, practically asking for it. In another, a girl had her leg wrapped around the guy, looking like monkeys in the wild. I decided to go for a bit less provocative dance and just moved my hips to the music until Harry got the hint to move his hips with mine.

A worker came by and got our empty glasses and handed each of us a shot. We both took it then continued dancing. The shots keep coming and as the night progresses, I find myself getting more and more drunk. I've only drank 3 or 4 times in my life, so it didn't take much to get me absolutely wasted. Without realizing it, I had turned into the girl grinding her ass on her guy. Harry grabbed hold if my hands, lifting them high, then he spun me around to face him. I'm all giggles when I turn around.

"Hadley, it's time to go. You're too drunk," Harry yelled in the loud room.

"AHH don't be such a party pooper! Let's have some fun," I tell back, not being myself at all. When I drink, I become extremely playful.

"We need to go," is all he says back.

"No!" I scream, "I have an idea," I whispered. Suddenly, I start running him up and down, cupping him briefly in my hand. Instantly, he starts to harden.

"Hadley! Stop. We are going home and you are going to sleep before you do something you regret."

"I don't think so," I giggle. I smack my lips to his and grind myself to him, feeling him harden some more.

"No. I don't think so," Harry says and grabs my wrist to lead me out the door. When we get to the front, he gives the somebody some cash and we walk out.

"Harryyyyyyyyyyyy!" I whine.

He opens the door to his Range Rover,"let me help you," he lifts me up effortlessly into the SUV.

At that moment, everything goes black.

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The sound of birds woke me up. Ouch. My head hurts really badly. What happened last night? I remember going to a club with Harry and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.