Above the Crimson Sky (Sequel to Beneath the Midnight Sky)

XXV. Wicked Games

The club was getting trashed now. Empty cups and bottles laid on the ground waiting for someone to trip over them. Harry being his graceful self did just that a few times as he made a b-line to the bathroom. As people crowded around the dance floor, they slammed their bodies into him as if he didn't exist. Luckily, his tall frame allowed him to miss not being elbowed in the face a couple times.

He shook his head as he did his business and washed his hands; looking in the mirror at the man in front of him. He smiled at himself as he noticed Niall was right, he was finally beginning to look like himself again. Maybe he should give this nightlife romance hunting a fair chance.

As he reentered the dance floor with a new perspective, he ordered a shot of tequila with lime and walked toward the center. Lights of pink, blue, and green created a rainbow on his plain white t. He grabbed a female and put his hands on her hips, swaying to the bass without a care in the world. His old self emerging, the one who would take someone back to the dorm with one purpose and one purpose only.

Niall nodded his head and clapped his hands as he watched Harry let loose for the first time since he could remember when. He gave Liam a thumbs up when he noticed that he was dancing with a man in the same manner as Harry. "Guess I need to catch up," he laughed to himself trying to scope out someone to give his attention to.

Harry danced with her until the song ended but decided to discard her when he someone else caught his eye. He hadn't been this attracted to someone since Louis. So what if he could only see the mystery man from the back. Harry could just tell he had to have him.

The man wasn't exactly short, but he defiantly wasn't as tall as Harry; to which Harry liked it that way. He was a natural protector. He could see the man had a fringe and his hair may have looked disheveled but Harry could tell that it was meant to look that way and suited him well.

He reached out his hand to touch his shoulder, make him turn around. Maybe they'd meet eyes and have a wild night together; at the very least dance until the club announced last call.

Just as fingertips became incredibly close to brushing up against the mans shoulder, he watched as someone else spun him around and entangled him possessively in his arms. That's when Harry saw them; the blue shimmering eyes he could recognize anywhere, even in the darkness of a club.

Zayn smirked at Harry, not allowing Louis to turn around and see that Harry was behind him. He walked Louis over to another corner.

Harry stood in the middle of the dance floor with his hand still reaching out, dumbstruck.

"Come on, let's get out of here. This was a bad idea!" Niall said trying to do damage control. He guided Harry toward Liam, trying to make a quiet escape. However, Harry wouldn't cooperate. He stood watching the couple in the corner.

"We used to come to the club a lot freshman year, remember?" Zayn yelled over the music.

"Yeah. We had to flirt with the bartender to get drinks," Louis laughed. "We've had a lot of good times, Z."

"And we're going to make more memories. Tonight Lou, I'm going to show you a night you'll never forget." He clutched onto Louis' tiny waist and brought him closer to him.

The need to be defensive was second nature to him as he made eye contact with the trio in the corner across the dance floor. He turned Louis around so his back was turned against them, hoping he wouldn't notice that they were there.

He tilted a shot up Louis' lips and tipped it, not giving him time to protest about the calories.

I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never fucking know that
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards, too
Now I'm fucking leaning on that