I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 32: Are you gonna dance for me?

Louis's POV:

Harry led me to the middle of the club's dance floor and let out a loud holler, which made everyone around us cheer and shout too. I know I should probably be afraid of Harry since he lost control and nearly killed a guy, but I'm not. He did it to protect me. I know Harry would never hurt me like that. Well, he does have a temper so he might hit me every once in a while, but I know he wouldn't try to actually kill me.

The only reason I wanted Harry to stop beating the guy up is because I didn't want him to regret killing someone. I didn't care about that prick he could die for all I care, I just cared about how Harry would feel mentally. Honestly, it kind of turned me on seeing him beat someone up. I was thinking 'zamn zaddy come beat up this pussy.' Seriously, I don't know how someone could look so sexy covered in blood. Maybe Harry is corrupting me and turning me insane.

"Dance for me, baby," Harry said as he stood there staring at me with blown pupils and his hands on my waist.

"Why are your eyes like that?" I said, putting my hands on the sides of his face in order to bring his face closer to mine.

"Studies say when you look at someone you love, your pupils dilate," he said staring into my wide eyes.

Is he saying he loves me?!

"They also say your pupils dilate when you look at someone you hate," he added.

What the fuck? I look at him with a deadpanned expression.

"No but seriously though babe, I'm just high as fuuuucccckkkk," he chuckles.

"No wonder why you couldn't stop hitting him," I said as scenes of Harry hitting that guy flashed in my mind.

"I only stopped because I heard you," he said as he started moving his lips deadly close to mine.

"You heard me?" I asked, my breath hitching.

"I heard you call me daddy," he said which made me blush. "For some reason it made me stop."

"How?" I asked confused.

"I don't know Lou, you just have this power over me that I don't quite understand myself...now kiss me," he said, then I closed the small space between our lips.

We stood there kissing in the middle of the club for I don't know how long, but it was one of the best things I've ever felt in my life.

"Are you gonna dance for me? Or, do I have to go find some other bitch?" He smirked.

"That's fine, I can go find someone else too. I've had so many guys trying to talk to me all night," I gave him a smirk back.

"Don't you dare," he lost his smirk and pulled my hips hard against his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started swaying my hips to the music.

"Maybe later, but right now...," I paused and turned around, so now my ass is on his crotch, "I want to dance for you, daddy," I said seductively, then started to grind on him.

After dancing on him for a few songs, I started to feel parched.

"I'm thirsty," I whispered in his ear.

"Okay, stay here, I'll be right back," he said, then kissed me on the cheek and walked towards the bar.

In the meantime I'll just keep dancing until he comes back. Two songs have played and I just realized that Harry isn't back yet. Let me go see where this high idiot went. I make a beeline towards the same direction he went. As I'm nearing the bar I see Harry with a girl who is clearly flirting with him. I can tell by her body language. What the fuck? Oh hell no! Who is that bitch with her hands all over MY man?!