Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 29.

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Harry's POV

"You own this place?" Anissa asks in astonishment as she takes my hand, stepping out of the cab.

She's looking towards the large crisp white building with a simple "Q" above the front doors.

"Yea like 90 percent of it," I tell her looking around at all the people walking the streets.

I pull her closer to me as we walk to the front of the club line entrance so that we don't get separated.

And so guys knows she's here with me.

Club Q is Styles INC.'s first club in Mexico, and from the looks of it it's doing pretty well.

We pass what seems like hundreds of people desperately waiting to get in, as we reach the entrance that is guarded by two large bouncers.

"Nombre?" The bouncer with the list asks aggressively.

"H. Styles," I answer proud at the fact that I knew he was asking for my name.

The bouncer gives me a nod as the other guy pulls back the velvet rope so that we can pass.

The second we step inside the all white from the outside,club it's like a whole other world on the inside.

The inside is filled with colored lights everywhere you look, a huge black stage along the sides with flashing lights trimming the edges. The only white in the club is the large hands coming from the ground, reaching the ceiling making it appear as if they are holding the ceiling up. And as big as this place is, it's still extremely crowded.

"Let's get a drink," I say into Anissa's ear holding her by the waist from behind. She gives me a nod and begins walking slowly in between people towards the bar.

Once we reach the glass counter the bartender with a ponytail immediately rushes towards Anissa.

Don't hurt yourself bud.

"Are you an American sweet heart?" The bartender asks Anissa in shakey English giving her a flirty smiley. Just as I am about to tell the asshole to fuck off and just take our order, Anissa speaks up.

"No," she answers dryly earning a sour face from the bartender, " Can I get two shots of tequila?"

"Better make that three," I tell her looking down at the message I just received on my phone.

"3 shots," Anissa says correcting herself.

The bartender gives her a nod before turning to the large wall behind him that is cover from top to bottom with hundreds of bottles of alcohol.

"Who's the third shot for?" Anissa asks right as the bartender appears with the glasses and tequila bottle. He swiftly lines them up in front of Anissa smoothly pouring them to the brim.

"Here you are gorgeous, three shots of tequila," he tells her with a wink.

"What's wrong with your eye?" Anissa asks in a rude tone making me laugh. The bartender acts as if he didn't hear her and moves on to the next person waiting to order drinks.