Games and Pleasure

Chapter 11: For Harry Styles

CHAPTER ELEVEN

She's always high, In heels, spirit, pills, booze.
~"Love is a dog from hell" Charles Bukowski,

I couldn't contain my cheeks from blushing crimson as I watched his eyes widen further and his mouth fall open. My unexpected and unwelcome confession called to him on so many levels. He seemed satisfied, surprised and aggravated, all at the same time.

His brow creased and I felt too ashamed and scared to say anything.

"You shouldn't be saying things like that." He frowned.

Oh no, I felt a swift kick in the stomach as my brain processed his words. Did I take it too far? But then again, he always took things way too far.

"You're giving me too many ideas." Harry's lips curled up reveling the hint of smile.

Relief flew through me. Maybe he felt the same way, my subconscious danced carelessly as I stared at him.

"I should probably go talk to my parents." I was so ready for our conversation to be over, my mouth was saying things that my brain didn't approve.

I looked over my shoulder to see if Rebecca was anywhere near us but she appeared to be busy going through each table greeting the guests and posing for pictures with every single one of them.

"If you must." He replied dryly.

"Nice meeting you, Harry." I gently teased him, trying to light up the mood surrounding us.

He smiled but it didn't meet his eyes, he wasn't in the mood for a joke. "Please stay with me tonight, Cassandra, don't make me beg."

Yes, don't make him beg! My subconscious gasped and I gazed longingly up into Harry's hopeless eyes, he seemed so frustrated, like he somehow needed this more than anything.

"Ok, fine." I managed.

His eyes instantly lit up and he wore a face-splitting grin as he looked at me. "I'm surprised, I didn't think you would actually agree."

"Neither did I." I sighed. "I'll meet you there in two hours, I want to spend time with Rebecca first."

"That's ok, I'll wait for you." He smiled.

"Thank you."

Wow, he really wanted this to happen. What's so good about spending the night together? Are we supposed to get to know each other? Have a nice little chat? My hands started sweating just from thinking about that room. Should I even trust him? Fuck, this is a mess.

I smiled apologetic at him before turning around and leaving him alone standing on the side of the dance floor.

HARRY'S POV

I hated this wedding, everything about it was deeply disturbing me. Maybe it was the fact that I slept with the bride less than a month ago or the fact that my best friend was about to marry the woman that I once thought was the love of my life.

After Cassandra left I approached a small table right in the back of the room and took a sit, everything was dark except for the neon lights above the dance floor, moving along with the beat of the music.

"Can I get you something, sir?" A small brunette asked me, appearing from nowhere.

I smiled at her and she flushed. "A dry martini, please."

"A dry martini it is." She gave me an ear to ear smile and turned around, leaving me once again by myself.

If I didn't get the hell out of here soon I was going to lose my mind.