Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 29

WARNING: Contains use of drugs and alcohol

Songs for this chapter:

Love don't let me go - David Guetta

**Harry's POV**

When Skyler finished touching up my hair, we ascended towards the faint sound of techno music and screaming teenagers. When we reached the club, I scrunched my nose in slight disgust at the sight of the old looking building with slime covered brick walls. The outside was decorated with a large amount of litter and broken glass, the few windows were either cracked or shattered and a strong scent of marijuana loomed in the atmosphere. I noticed that there were barely any people queued up to enter as we approached the building. No wonder, who would want to spend their Saturday night in a place like this?

I kept my head down as I held up the fake ID to the large, intimidating bouncer who reluctantly let us in with a few insults muttered under his breath. The door lead us to a long, dark hallway which smelled of damp and urine. I kept my pace slow as Skyler strutted beside me, her body clad in a silver sequin dress that barely covered the top of her thighs, her high heels boosting her height at least by two inches. Her blonde hair had been straightened and was flicked over one shoulder.

She had dressed me in a white button up shirt, the sleeved rolled up to my elbows, black skinny jeans with a hole in the knee and black boots. My hair had grown longer over time and she had styled it to flick just over my left eye, not a curl in sight. I was wearing sea blue contacts and she had green. My tattoos and her scars were hidden beneath the concealing spray and I struggled hard not to scratch at my arms as it began to irritate my skin.

We passed a couple snogging against a wall, too occupied with each other's half naked bodies to notice us stride past.

"What would a guy like Jack be doing in a shit hole like this?" I muttered to Skyler.

"Not a clue. To be honest, I pictured this place to be a little more...appealing than this."

When we reached the metal double doors, I pushed them open and we took a second to stand there and observe the place. Purple and blue laser lights danced around the dance floor which was packed with sweaty bodies, some half naked, as they grounded against each other. There was a second floor with a glass staircase. It was decorated with leather sofas, glass tables and expensive ornaments. There was a large bar which stretched all across the wall and a DJ with his own platform above the dancers. The music pulsed through my eardrums and I immediately recognised the song as 'Love don't let me go' by David Guetta.

"Well, the outside really doesn't do this place justice." I spoke above the music.

"No wonder, this place obviously doesn't want to attract much attention. More than half of these people are high." She replied, running her hands through her hair. "Blend in and stay by my side. Deny everything you're offered and keep your identity hidden. You know what to do when we find him."

"Got it." I nodded, resting my hand on the small of her back as we walked down the stairs towards the dance floor.

We kept a firm grip on each other's hands as we maneuvered through the ocean of people. I almost punched a guy when he started grinding against Skyler but she had it covered by slapping him across the face and pulling me closer to her.

Yeah, you better keep away, dick. I thought when he staggered backwards when he saw me, my height making me tower above him.

Skyler pulled me towards the bar and perched herself on one of the stools after two tries. She playfully slapped my arm when I chuckled, sitting on the stool next to her. She ordered two shots and rested her elbows on the bar, exposing more of her chest and I tried my best to look at anything else but there.