Letters from the Heart

Chapter 23

Well shit! Guess I'm getting really bad about this... Sorry! I promise another chapter soon (and hopefully 2-3 chapters before I start my new job in August). Enjoy!

Danny’s POV

            When we finished dinner, we had the host call us a taxi and waited in the entry until it arrived. Kyle actually held my hand. I think it was the first time she initiated it. Maybe I was starting to break that wall down a little. I smiled over at her. There were paparazzi taking photos through the windows.

            “Think we should fuck with them a little?” Kyle asked, a devilish look all over her face.

            “What do you have in mind?” Harry asked. I could tell no matter what her idea was, he was in. Kyle turned around and made a show of kissing me. She then turned around and motioned Harry over with her finger. He quirked his eyebrow, smiled, and walked over. I kept one hand on her hip and stood close behind her. She looked straight in Harry’s eyes, wrapped one arm around his neck, and trailed her index finger down his chest. He was looking at her like he was going to kiss her, but of course, we all knew he wouldn’t. And neither would she.

            “Taxi’s here,” Tom said.

            “Oh, good,” Kyle said, stepping away from both Harry and I, turning the sexiness off like a light. Dougie opened the door for everyone, and Kyle waited for me so she could hold my hand again.

            In the cab, Tom gave the driver an address close to the strip club, but not the club itself. He was worried about the band’s image if the press found out we went to a strip club. Dougie, Harry, and I didn’t care, but we went along with it for Tom’s peace of mind.

            Kyle looked over at Harry. “Hopefully my little stunt won’t cause any problems with Liz,” she said.

            “Nah, it’ll be fine,” Harry said. “She knows you like to do crazy things but that you wouldn’t kiss me. And that I wouldn’t kiss anyone but her.”

            “Daww,” Dougie said. It wasn’t a long drive from the restaurant to the club. When we got there, Tom grabbed us a table near the stage. Kyle went off to the bar to buy a round. She returned with a tray laden with drinks.

            “Dougie, I got you a coke,” she said once she sat down. “And the rest are Jag Bombs.”

            “You got us what?” Harry asked, eyeing the drinks. I wasn’t surprised that’s what she got. She’d been saying how she wanted me to try one.

            “It’s a glass of Red Bull and a shot of Jaggermeister. You drop the shot in the glass and chug it.”

            “I’m out,” Tom said and shook his head. “I don’t drink energy drinks.”

            “That means two for me!” she said with a little laugh. “Unless our birthday boy wants it?”

            “Nah, I’m fine with just one,” I said with a laugh. Harry, Kyle, and I each picked up a glass.

            “Cheers,” she said and downed hers. Neither Harry nor I had drank any of ours. Harry had just sniffed his. “Dude…” She picked up her other one. “You fuckers actually gonna drink with me this time?”

            I laughed. God I loved this girl. “Cheers,” I said and raised my glass. Harry and Kyle saluted me back and we all tipped our heads back. Kyle’s glass was the first back on the table, then mine, and Harry’s was last.