BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 47. Edited.

He was smiling at me. I blushed immediately because I could read the thoughts in his eyes.

"You look beautiful," he said and kissed me. "Let's go."

We went to the garage and there were two cars: a truck, and a BMW.

We climbed into the BMW with Gemma and another boy, Mike. Harry was beside me, Gemma in the passenger seat and this Mike boy was driving. The other people were in another car behind us.

The club wasn't so far from the house and we got there quickly. It was a normal house but with lights on the ceiling, bodyguards on the front door and a lot of motorcycles in front of it.

Wasn't the place I expected we'll go, never thought this was the place where classy Harry and Gemma would go. Neither would I, I wasn't that type of girl who has gone to this places, I like going to better looking bars.

"Let's go," Harry said and helped me getting out of the car.

My heels were so high so I couldn't jump easily.

"Okay." I said. I wasn't sure about this, I didn't enjoy this kind of places so much, just not my type not since I was 16.

It was even more awful when we entered to the place, there were drunk men, slutty girls, bartenders offering drinks all over the place and I could barely walk because it was full of loads of teenagers.

We finally reached a table and settled in; it wasn't too big for us all so I decided to offer my chair to Ella and sat on Harry's lap.

Harry's POV.

I wasn't sure about this, I didn't want her to be here because this was a small place and maybe she could meet some people I don't like her to know about.

I hugged her waist with my arms and made her lay on my chest while we talked to my cousins. She had her arm around my neck, I loved the way she dressed today but I hated the way others looked at her.

That dress and that girl are mine.

The worst thing I expected to happen happened.

Rachel was there, I could see her. She was with Emilie and Heather. This wasn't good.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked Linda.

"No, I'm fine. Do you?"

"Yes. Would you go with me?" I asked.

"Sure." She smiled and stood up.

We went to the bar, I tried to hid both of us from them so I hugged her behind her back.

I asked for simple vodka and Linda ordered water, she wasn't the type of girls that use to drink and I loved that.

When I turned around Rachel was in front of me. Fuck.

"Harry! Harry Styles!" She screamed so that I could hear because the music was so loud.

"Hey," I said.

I looked at Linda; she had both of our drinks in her hands. She was staring at Rachel, wondering why she was talking to me with that little red dress and those high heels. I noticed she looked like a completely bitch to her.

"How have you been?" She asked.

She couldn't talk to me even more sarcastically. I hated her, and I don't usually hate women. She just did it so wrong with me and I wasn't going to be good with her.

She was the one who put Carter into Linda's life and made my days worst.

"Fine and you?" I asked and put my hand on Linda's waist. To show her I wasn't single.