Do You Need Money?

The Dance

Harry has been drinking a lot. I think he's on his forth drink. He put his arm back where it was before. He's been having a conversation with Liam about this book he's reading. They started calm before and now they are just having an argument about the book. I think I heard him say The Great Gatsby. If that's what they're talking about then I don't want to be part of.

We have been here for over an hour and a half and Harry hasn't said a word to me since my father and Chris said we were "dating". I wouldn't say I'm jealous that Harry is only talking to my brother, but he could also put me in the conversation.

I move away from Harry's arm and take a sip of my drink. He turns to look at me. Wow, first time even glancing at me. Ok, I am jealous. He puts his mouth close to my ear.

He whispers drunkly. "Are you alright? You haven't said anything the whole time." I roll my eyes at him. I know he can't see me in this dark area. God I was wrong.

"Do you want to take a walk around the club?" I shake my head not giving a vocal answer. He nods softly.

He keeps trying to make conversation with me by asking if I want another drink or if I'm cold. I continue to not talk to him. He stops his attempts and focus on his drink.

Chris taps his mistress on the thigh. Making her get up. He walks towards us. Please don't talk to me. He leans down and whispers to Harry and I. "Do you two want a tour of the club?" He smirks at us.

I shake my head and Harry answers for me, knowing damn well Chris can't see my face. "Yes, we would love to." Harry stands up and holds his hand out for me to grab. I don't take his hand. I stand up and I almost fall. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or that I have been sitting for so long. Harry grips my hand and links his arm swiftly around my waist and holds me tight as Chris leads us out of the tiny room.

Harry whispers in my ear. "Smile love, did I anger you?" I don't say anything and I put on a more pouty face, knowing it will anger him. I hate not getting my way or having attention. Why did I even invite him?

Chris explains to us how much he spent on the area and how big it is. I try to pay attention to him. It's hard because Harry won't stop staring at me. His iridescent green eyes are glaring at me. I have to pay attention for both of us. Some guy comes up to Chris and tells him he needs some help in the front. Chris excuses him self and tells us to go and check out the bar. He tells us to tell the bartender to put it on his tab. I roll my eyes. I'm not cheap I can afford my own alcohol.

Harry lets go of my waist and turns to look at me. He talks in a low husky voice. His voice is slow, probably because he's drunk. He points to the ground. "Stay right here,K. Me... I mean I'll be back,Mk?" He slurs and walks away. I can't imagine someone being that drunk. I can't imagine being that drunk. Was I that drunk last night?

Harry has been gone for over five minutes. That's to long, I go and take my own tour around this run down place. I wouldn't say run down. It has great decor, I just don't care about it. I'm not spending my time at a bar on a Saturday night drinking till I pass out. Going home with a random person. You're just waiting to catch a disease. Or something worse.

I think I have been walking around for over fifteen minutes. I run into a guy. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I look up and it's Harry. Well I'm caught. He looks down and me. His eyes are red and they don't look anger, more concerned.

Harry sighs. "Where have you been? I have been looking for you. For like forever." He runs the word forever.

I raise an eyebrow at him and he hands me a drink. "It's only been like fifteen minutes..." Him looking for me makes me less mad though.

He brushes his hair from his face. "Yeah that's true. Let's go out side. It's fucking hot in here." He takes my hand in his and keeps me close to him as he moves through the crowd quickly. Shockingly we didn't spill any of our drink as Harry did turns and pushed passed people.