Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

2.Looks Can Be Deceiving

Song for this chapter;

Do I Wanna Know - Artic Monkeys

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"Do you come here often?"

I observe him more specifically, raising my eyebrows. Those curls, dimples and that accent.

It has to be him.

Harry Styles.

"Is that a pickup-line I hear?" I reply, waving for another drink.

The bartender smiles and hands me another drink; I really shouldn't drink this much, but I can't even put myself to care.

"Not really, I was wondering if you really come here at all. I spend most of my free time here and I haven't bumped into you, not even once." His eyes flicker to my drink and then back to me.

I smile, sucking the straw, the drink consuming my mind, making me braver.

"And, my pickup-lines aren't that cheesy," he adds, thick accent clear in his voice, bringing his tounge out to lick his lips.

"Really?" I wink at him, pushing my hair back, letting it cascade on my back.

"Let's dance, shall we?" His deep voice speaks, demanding rather than asking.

There's something in him, like some sort of magnet pulling me to him and his words.

"Um, my friend-" I stutter, looking around.

"Look at you worrying, live a little," he startles me with his easy-going words, as he has no care in the world.

Live a little?

Am I not living?

"Come," He offers his hand, wanting to instantaneously dance with me.

I finally nod at the curly headed lad smirking at me as he grabs my tiny hand in his large ones, pulling me through the sea of people.

This was so out of my comfort zone, but I didn't seem to mind at all, instead I actually felt cheered.

We stop at the center of the dance floor. I can't help but feel dissapointed when he dissappears from my sight.

I try to look around, but the steam and people clinged together makes it hard for me to search for him.

To think just today I made fun of him in front of Stacey, and here I am searching for him, the Harry Styles.

But, he's nothing like media shows him; he's more, how should I say it,

dark and mysterious?

Dangerous?

He surprises me by sneaking around my back, taking ahold of my waist and pulling me to him. My back againts his muscular stomach, as we dance to the rythm of the pounding music. He pushes me even closer to him, our breaths mixing up. He leaves wet kisses on the back of my neck, making me tilt my head to give him a better chance to kiss where I wanted to be kissed.

Harry's lips move to the area below my ear, despite my effort to bite my lip, a moan escapes from my lips.

"Found it," He proudly announces, making me take a hold of the fabric he's wearing, "look at me."

I turn my head to get a better view of his aspects, remembering how heavenly good looking he really is, his green jade eyes darkening as our eyes meet.

The heat of the club increaseas as we grind on each others, the alcohol buzzing through my veins.

He flips me around, not hesitating to pull me into a delightful kiss. Normally I wouldn't even hug a stranger, but I'm more than enjoying his toned body pressed into mine as he deepens the kiss.

A some kind of darkness seems to float around him, as his hands trails down on my body, resting on the curve of my behind.

"Talk dirty to me," He hisses on my ear, my eyes widening.

"I d-don't know how," I confess, receiving a chuckle from this mysterious boy that I never would have guessed to be like this judging from magazines and television.

"It's okay, I'll show you." A whisper echoes in my ears, a unfamiliar sensation running through my whole body.

He plants kisses all over my collarbone, my body reacting instantly to the delicate touches of his plump lips.

I never really used to do this with Brian, even after his endless suggestions.

I never agreed to do this.

But, why is it that now, I don't seem to mind?

Sweat is running down his temples as he locks his eyes with mine;

"The way you sucked that straw," he bites his bottom lip," your lips could be in good use. " He adds micheviously.

His hands squeeze my curvy hips, making me whimper;

"Come with me to my flat?"

I gape at his statement, normally I would've pat him away, but now, I'm mesmerized by the way looks at me, both us swaying.

"I c-can't" I admit, not wanting him to notice how nervous I suddenly became.

"Why not? We could have little fun, don't you think?" He whispers in my ear, warm breath sending chills down my spine.

Fun?

"I want to hear the sound of your pleasure as I'm pleasing you,"
He adds another dirty sentence that makes my insides twist, in a good way.

It wasn't the same feeling of affection I felt for Brian, but more like lust, he was slowly turning me on with his husky voice and hands trailing up and down on my moving body.

"You excite me," I feel him hardening againts me, making me gulp.

"I have to go," I choke out, drifting away from his grip, before I actually was drawn more by his demanding and some what tempting voice.

"At least give me your name?"
He shouts after me, as I partically run, trying to take in of what just had happened.

I almost cheer when I see Stacey trying to walk on her drunken state.

"Stacey," I yell through the music, loud enough for her to hear me out.

"What?"

"Come on, we have to go."

This is not how I expected my night to go.

I touch the sensitive skin, feeling the love bites all over my neck and collarbone.

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