night out
i walked into the club, harry's hand on my lower back, it moving to around my waist when a few blokes began to look me up and down.
i smiled up to him, reassuring him i was staying with him, and his hand moved down to rest on my bum a moment later, something he loved to do, and i loved him to do.
i saw a couple of my mates, and walked over to them, harry going to get the two of us drinks, before he joined me, handing my drink to me as i thanked him.
harry stood slightly behind me, the left side of my bum pressed against his right thigh, his right hand on the right side of my bum.
a minute later, i turned around to smile at harry, him leaning down to kiss me quickly, "you look fucking amazing tonight, h." i grinned, my hands trailing up his stomach over his shirt, his hands on the small of my back.
"mm, so do you." he kissed me again.
"shawn's here, i'm gonna go talk to him." harry said, and i followed him gaze to where shawn mendes was standing, and i nodded, following harry walk to him.
"hey y/n." shawn grinned, pulling me into a hug, and i smiled to him, before him and harry said hello to each other.
harry placed his arm loosely around my waist, and i smiled at his protective, yet not smothering, nature.
"i'm gonna go to the toilet, i'll he back in a minute." i smiled to the two lads, harry letting go of my waist as i walked to the corner of the club.
"hello, princess." i heard, and turned to see a lad, a little older than me.
"hi." i said, but carried on walking, and i felt his hand on my bum, something i loved, but only when it was harry.
"pipe down, mate." i heard a familiar voice say, and i turned to see harry glaring at the lad, and he walked away, harry now placing his hand on my bum comfortingly.
"thanks." i smiled to him, and leant up to kiss him, both of his hands now resting on, and squeezing, my bum, my hands around his neck as we kissed for a minute.
"alright, i'll be with shawn." harry smiled to me, and i walked into the toilets.
i was stood with my back against the bar, the counter sticking out and reaching my back, and harry stood next to me, and shawn opposite us.
harry moved his hand down, and lifted up the back of my skirt discretely, and began to rub me over my pants, unbeknown to anyone else, not even shawn.
the two of us acted as if nothing was happening, and after a minute, harry removed his hand, pulling my skirt back down to where it was before, and he suggested we sit at the bar.
harry and i sat with our back to the wall, at a part of the bar where it stuck out, so shawn sat opposite us.
harry moved his hand up my thigh this time, leaving it on my upper, inner thigh.
i brushed my hand over harry's bulge a couple of times to tease him back, and noticed him tug his lower lip between his teeth, before i just placed my hand on his knee, gently tracing shapes with my fingertips, as his thumb comfortingly moved in semi-circular motions on my thigh.
