Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Nine

Part Nine

I walk next to Harry as we walk into the club, my mind slightly skeptical as we do so. He convinced me that all he wanted to do was relax and have a good time with me, but I knew he wanted to get slightly drunk. He pushed through the doors and the man at the front recognized him. They shook hands, the gesture proving Harry's in, and we walk in.

"Stay by me," he says in my ear. I nod and he wraps his hand around my waist, holding me to prove to everyone not to come near me.

I sit down at the bar and Harry orders something for himself and for me. The bartender places something in front of me and I look at Harry, my skepticism clear on my face.

"It's not going to kill you. Just try it," he smiles. I hesitantly bring the cold glass to my lips and he smiles. I take a sip and the fruity taste makes my senses go into a frenzy. It tasted good, the fruity cherry drink making my lips smile.

"What is this?" I ask him, taking another sip.

"Sex on the beach."

The drink comes sputtering out of my mouth and he laughs. The cheeky grin plastered on his face makes me blush, his hand connecting to my thigh as he leans into me.

"Do you want to dance?" he asks, my stomach heating up as he starts to kiss around my ear. I nod and my hand is grabbed in his, letting him guide me into the mob of sweaty people. He grabs both my hands and raises them to his chest, making our bodies sway together. We move towards a corner and he grabs my waist in his hands.

"Are you happy?" he purrs in my ear, his lips suctioned to my neck.

"Yes," I say, his hands slightly applying more pressure to my waist. My body starts to heat and the feeling of want begins to grow at each little touch he places on my body. A few days have passed since Jake's encounter with me and Harry has been treating me amazingly, sweet dates and long phone calls at night. I only spent the night with him the day of Jake's attack, and found myself completely safe and warm in his arms.

"Do I make you feel good?" he whispers, his hands moving up to my ribcage and thumbs brushing over my chest. I slightly gasp, feeling the sensation pleasurable. I place my lips to his and he lets my back collide with the wall. His tongue glides my bottom lip and I open my lips, his tongue caressing my mouth immediately at the allowance.

"Tell me baby," he moans, the taste of Jack and Coke on his tongue. He sponges wet kisses down my jaw-line and my neck. I fist his curls and I let out an unwanted moan as he continues to press his body on mine, thumbs rubbing my stomach.

"Yes Harry," I whisper, his eyes meeting mine. His lips press a kiss to my lips, the heavy kiss leaving me breathless. I feel his hand trail down my thigh and lift up the skirt of my purple dress. The expanse of his palm rests on the back of my thigh, pulling it up to rest around his leg.

My legs are weak and he holds me up, his hips slightly moving against mine. The hard bulge coming in contact between my legs makes me whimper, his actions showing his attempted release. The almost vulnerable boy keeps moving his body against mine, actions trying to make a sense of pleasure; the actions making me feel him harden.

"Harry," I whisper, leaning my head on his, his lips still on my neck. His body shields me from the rest of the room and I feel his plump lips suck on my neck. I open my eyes to feel myself go, but instantly meet two brown eyes staring at me.

Jake smiles at me and I place a hand on Harry's chest, his head lifting and looking down at me. He meets my frantic eyes and I glance behind him, still seeing the demonic eyes staring at me.