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The Dark Side Chapter 19

The Dark Side Chapter 19

The girl was giggling and laughing as Harry held onto her waist. This girl was beautiful. Every feature on her made her look beautiful and I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit insecure. She had the perfect mid length brown hair with round green eyes that lit up the room. Her teeth were bright white and perfectly straight. She had dimples when she smiled and her dress fit every curve she had on her body.

Harry never left her side and I was feeling angry. As much as I hated to admit it, I was also jealous. A smirk was plastered on his face as he looked down at her. Was I a one night girl to him? Do I mean nothing to him?

He led the girl to the bar and ordered her a drink. Everyone backed away from him as he was the biggest bad boy in town. Harry had a pal next to him who was also very attractive. He had a tan body with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was always smiling and showing his white perfect teeth. His hair was styled up and out of his face. His jeans hung loosely on his hips. He wore a white button up shirt with a tie around his neck.

Ashlyn walked up besides me and grasp my hand in hers. She looked directly at Harry but he never noticed. "Let's go," she lightly pulled my hand. I shook my head. "Come on Annabelle. It's not worth confronting him," she said. I looked up at her with an amused smirk. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who said I was ever confronting him?" I asked with a mischief glint in my eye. She curiously looked back at me.

"What are you thinking?" She asked. In a response, I smiled back mischievously. I let go of her hand and walked through the crowd of sweaty bodies that were grinding up on one another. I made my way to the dance floor through the dark bar. The lights were off as music was blaring with the bright flashing lights. I was directly in front of the bar where Harry sat at. His pal was talking to the bartender. The girl was telling Harry something as he laughed. He threw his head back in laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

As his head was thrown back from laughing, his green eyes landed on me who was standing in the middle of the crowd with an innocent smirk upon my lips. He stopped laughing as his eyes watched my every move. The girl continued to talk to him but he paid her no attention. My hips began to sway to the music. My body began to move to the loud beat of the music. The veins through my body thump rapidly with the beat. My eyes were locked on his now darken lustful eyes. I pulled my lip in between my teeth, knowing it drives him crazy.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, knowing I had got him. Sadly, I was mistaken as he stood up from his seat and grasp the girls hand. He guided her to the middle of the dance floor. My eyes followed them. They stopped only a few feet away from me and began dancing. The girls hips sway along with his. Her back against his front. I stopped dancing and watched them instead. His darken green eyes never left mine. I knew exactly what he was doing. Game on Harry Styles.

A waiter walked by with a couple of drinks on a tray. I took a shot and gulped it down before setting it back on. The alcohol pumped through my body. The strong tequila shot filled my veins. I was feeling more confident in myself. Then I did the unexpected of what a good girl would do.

I grabbed the closet guy near me which happened to be Harry's friend. I pressed my rear into his front side. Then I began to sway my hips. The guys instantly began to dance and sway his hips along with mine. My back rested against his chest. My hands found their way around his neck. His head was leaned in near my cheek. I lifted up my chin and whispered, "Annabelle." He smiled. "Jackson." His name rang through my ears. The familiar name was mentioned to me before but I don't remember from whom. His hands found their way gripping onto my hips.

I looked back at Harry who was now livid and full of envy. His eyes darken at the sight of me dancing with another man. I smiled to myself knowing I had him. My actions caused him to feel the same way I felt when I saw him with another women.