Blinded by You

Chapter Thirty Eight~ No place I'd rather be

Dinner continued, as well as the drinks and I was thankful everyone was making conversation.

"Alright," my Uncle Beau sighed, getting his Amex card from the waiter. "We're heading to the club down the street from here. Anyone that wants to come can." Gripping Harry's shoulder to get up and follow behind my dad, I smiled widely as his arm slipped around my waist. The air outside was warm and encased my cool skin as we walked toward the club booming with music.

"You excited?" Harry asked, gripping my waist a little tighter. In more ways than one.

"Mhmm," I nodded and kissed his cheek. Walking through the doors, past the bouncer, the scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex filled my nostrils.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Do you want anything?" Harry yelled over the music.

"Sure," I shook my head. I didn't even know how I was standing up.

"I'll be back." His arm moved from my waist and I quickly grasped his hand stopping him. Pulling him back toward me, I kissed him with everything that I had. Feeling his slight bulge, I smiled.

"Hurry back," I murmured against his lips and let him go. His eyes were glassy and almost completely dark as he just looked at me before walking toward the bar. Starting to dance as music boomed through the speakers, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Feeling someone tap my shoulder, I turned around to see Harry with two drinks, handing me one.

"Hold on," I yelled. "I don't want to dance and spill anything." Downing the drink, it slightly burned my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut. Shivering a bit, I walked to sit the glass on a table a few feet away and headed my toward Harry. His drink was gone and he had apparently just tossed the plastic cup on the ground. Iggy Azalea flowed through the speakers and I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck as we began to dance. His hands met my hips and turned me around, my back flush against his chest. Usually, I couldn't dance, but tonight, I could. Oh right. Thanks alcohol. Laughing as we danced, I could feel his bulge against me and kept smiling like an idiot. Sweat soon glistened against my skin and I kept fixing my hair.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, babe. I'll be right back," I yelled over the music and kissed Harry before heading to the bathroom. It felt like I could actually breathe and see. It was relatively quiet, muffling the sounds of the music and other sweaty people. Walking into a stall, I heard the door open again and a few girls walk in,

"I can't believe Harry Styles is here. Like, that's fucking amazing," one girl said.

"I know. But he's with that tall girl who's apparently his girlfriend. I think she's kind of weird looking," the other girl chimed in.

"She needs to get in the gym more often." Flushing the toilet and fixing my dress, I walked out of the stall. The three short, petite girls looked terrified as I walked to wash my hands. Fixing my makeup and hair, I turned toward them with a smile no matter how much I wanted to punch every single one of them.

"Have a good night, ladies," I smiled and walked out. "Stupid cunts." Making my way through the crowd to find Harry, there was a girl trying to dance with him. Tapping her shoulder, she turned and looked at me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah. For starters, by getting your hands off my boyfriend," I nodded with a wide, fake smile.

"This isn't your boyfriend. This is Harry fucking Styles and he's my boyfriend," she replied back, clutching onto him even more.

"You're sorely mistaken, sweetie," I laughed. "You've got about five seconds to take your hands off of him."

"Or what?" Standing up a little straighter, I looked at the ceiling and smiled.

"Or you and I are gonna go outside and have a nice little chat to make you understand the words he's my boyfriend. Would you like that? Or we can have our little chat in here and others can listen in." I was done with this bitch and Harry looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You're bluffing," she challenged. Taking a step toward her with a smile, I leaned down.

"Do I look like the kind of girl that bluffs?" I snarled. "Take. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Him. Now. Do I need to write it in crayon, sweetie?" I might have been drunk, but that didn't mean these stupid ass bitches didn't piss me the fuck off.

"Sorry," she replied quietly and let go of him.

"That's what I thought. Run along now," I laughed maniacally and waved my hand at her. Rolling my eyes and looking toward the bar for another drink, I rested my arms on Harry's shoulders.

"You okay, baby?" I smiled, lightly running my hands through his long hair.

"Yeah," he nodded with a small chuckle. "I just need another drink after that."

"You should've heard the girls in the bathroom," I scoffed as we walked toward the bar.

"What can I get ya?" the tall, blonde bartender flirted.

"Can I get two shots of tequila, please?" I replied. "Actually, make it four."

"And for you?" He nodded toward Harry.

"Just vodka rocks please."

"You got it," the guy replied with a slight smile and sat all the glasses on the bar in front of us, pouring the liquid into them.

"On the house, hon," the bartender winked at me and slid the four shot glasses toward me.

"Thank you," I sighed. Nicest bartender I'd ever come across. At least he thought I was hot but didn't make it too blatant in front of Harry. Downing the four shots and watching Harry practically just chug straight vodka, I began to wobble.

"Harry," I giggled, leaning onto him for support. "We need to find a cab. I can't drive."

"I think I saw a couple out front," he laughed and spun me around.

"Let's go," I laughed and shook my head as we made our way to the front door. His arm wrapped around my waist and I spun out into the street with a loud laugh.

"Elle, be careful," he grinned.

"I'm dancing the night away!"

"Ellen!" Harry yelled, and everything went black.