Check, Please?

Chapter 26

“Are you sure you want to go?” Harry inquired as he tucked his white button-down shirt into his slim black pants.

I gazed at the dark blue fabric that clung to my body and pulled at the bottom. “Yes.  I look too good right now for no one to see.”

Harry poked his head into my room and looked me up and down. “You are smokin’… maybe we should stay home…. Throw our own party here in your bed.”

I giggled and shoved him back out of my room.  My black heels clicked as I stepped toward him and pushed him back against the wall.  The green of his eyes seemed to swirl around his dark pupils as he gazed down at my red lips. “Why?” I asked, grabbing his thin, black tie and tugging on it lightly. “Want me all to yourself?” I raised my leg up and around his hips as he rested his back against the wall.  He ran his hand up my bare thigh and smirked.

“Well… duh.  I’m not sure I want any other douche looking at you… especially not in that dress.”

He tilted his lips toward mine, but I pulled away and slapped his butt as hard as I could.  He winced and covered his bum with his hands, a little startled by my swift smack, but his surprised expression quickly turned to one that was dangerously playful.  I giggled and turned to walk down the hall, grabbing the Celica keys off of the counter as I passed it. “Let’s boogie, baby!”

“Heyyyyy,” Harry dragged out before grabbing his suit jacket and following me. “That’s my line.”

It seemed like it had been forever since Harry and I been out to one of the clubs, yet the fake red carpet rolled out in front of the doors of Wet Seal seemed all too familiar.  The bouncer halted us but nodded us through once I told him my name.  I slipped my hand around Harry’s elbow and allowed him to lead me into the club, grimacing and yet glowing with excitement when the memorable cigarette-and-alcohol scent of the club filled my nostrils.  The club seemed much more packed than I ever remembered it being, but I soon realized that it was because not only was I taking note of all of the guys around us, but also the girls.  Before, I would just study the men and decide which one I would pounce on that night.  Now, despite the fact that Harry was already mine, the women stood out to me as competition.  They looked lustfully at Harry, adjusted their busts in their dresses to make them pop out a little more, and I even spotted one girl reapplying lipstick as the Harry approached the bar with me behind him.  The girl batted her eyelashes and blushed as Harry strode up to the bench beside her, but her flirtatious puckering lips deflated as Harry swung me around his body and pulled the stool out for me.  I couldn’t help but throw a little celebration in my head as I placed my bum on the stool and felt Harry stand close behind me, pressing his body against my back.  I looked sideways at the girl and smiled as politely as I could.  Not tonight, Bitch.

“Are you sure you don’t want to call the other guys?” Harry asked, pulling one of my curls over my bare shoulder. 

I shook my head. “Just us tonight.”

“Mr. Styles.  Miss Ray.  Long time no see,” the bartender acknowledged us, pouring us two shots of water.  I laughed as he slid the two glasses down the bar to us.

“You get a haircut, Sawyer?” Harry asked, raising his glass to the bartender before sipping it down.  To anyone who didn’t know it was water, Harry probably looked like a pussy, slowly sipping down a shot he couldn’t handle. 

Sawyer ran his free hand through his slick black hair and poured a shot of vodka for someone else at the bar. “Glad you noticed.  You grow some balls, Harry?  Finally told Miss Ray you loved her?”  Sawyer winked at me.

Harry slammed his glass back down onto the bar.  “Does this answer your question?”  He grabbed my body and threw me backward off of the stool into a dip, making me shriek and earning us the attention of everyone surrounding us.  Harry grinned when I finally realized that he wasn’t going to let me fall and connected our lips as he dug his fingers into my bare back just above the back of my dress.  “I love you,” He mumbled into my lips.  I ran my fingers up into his hair and tugged it lightly.