Up All Night

I'm Not Like Those Girls

Jordan's POV

S h i t.

He wants me to go home with him.

I don't do that.

I just mess with guys and go home.

Yes, I know it's a bad habit but its what I do okay stop judging me.

Fuck. I have n o experience.

I can't do this.

"oh... Um...." I started.

He loosened his grip on my thighs "What?" his face fell.

"I just.... Don't think, well...." I mumbled,trying to figure out how to say it.

"You never planned on finishing what you started, did you?" he looked in my eyes, obviously disappointed.

no....

"Finishing what?! I just came to dance!" I retorted.

"Yea fucking right, you tease me and practically fuck me through my clothes all night long, and now you're too prude to go home with me?!" he said through clenched teeth.

God damn. I know I shouldn't be thinking this right now, but his jaw muscles looked sexy as fuck.

I snapped back into reality and said "Be grateful you even got that." with a flat expression.

and then I shrugged.

Holy shit.

I just told Harry fucking Styles to be grateful he danced with me.

My lady balls were the size of fucking Jupiter tonight.

He backed up let go of my thighs and I fell to the ground, definitely bruising my ass, and hitting my head against the wall. My eyes started to water.

fucking prick.

He looked down and his expression softened and he reached down to help me but I slapped his hand away.

"Stay the fuck away from me." I stood up on my own and looked him in the eyes. "You're an egotistical asshole, you know that?!" wacking him in the chest with my clutch just for goos measure.

he just looked at me. 

just fucking looked at me.

Harry’s POV

I was angry, yea. But I never meant to hurt her. The way she was looking at me made me legitimately hate myself. But what could I say? She’d been teasing me all fucking night and I was ready to be lad by this gorgeous girl, and then she suddenly turns into a nun? What the fuck?!

"You just expect any girl you touch will want to fuck you, well guess what, I'm not like all the other sluts you've been with. I actually have fucking morals." She said with a surprisingly calm and even voice.

What could I even say to that.

She was right.

But that’s how it always worked, if I even glanced in a girl’s direction she’d sleep with me in a heartbeat. No one had ever said no to me.

"I don't really know what I expected when I noticed it was you I'd been dancing with, but I know I expected better than this." She started to walk away.

wait, no. I stepped in front of her.

"What the hell could you want now?!" she spat at me.

I just blinked, her words were so cold. What did I want anyway?

"This is a waste of time." she stated and shoved past me.

Jordan’s POV

I started walking to the table that Lesly and Liam were chatting animatedly at and I felt something grab my wrist and yank me back. I spun around and slammed into Harry's chest and he wrapped his arms around me and I couldn't move. I started to thrash wildly.

"Let me go!" I squealed.

"Not until you let me say what I need to say."

"I don't want to hear anything from you."

"You're right." he said plainly. I stopped struggling and looked him in the eyes. "Just let me speak." he said and held me tighter.

I don’t want you to speak, I want you to kiss me again.

Wait, no. I wanted to get away from you…?

Shit.

I had to get out of this grip, but i couldn't fit through his arms while holding this clutch. I quickly let go of my clutch and watched it fall to the floor, then squatted to the ground through his arms and stood back up, free of his grasp. I spun on the ball of my foot and strutted over to Lesly, purposefully swaying my hips because I knew he was watching my ass, to tell her to tell anyone who cared that I was taking a taxi home.

Harry’s POV

What the hell kind of a move was that…. And where was she going?

I watched her walk over to the table with another one of her friends and Liam. She didn’t seem the type to tell people about her problems, so what was she doing?

I made a move to walk toward them and stepped on something. Her wallet.

That would be bad if she left that here….

Jordan’s POV

"What's wrong, love?" Lesly asked

"Nothing! I'm just tired."

"Really? Because Harry looks pretty upset, standing back there..." she said, peering around me.

"Don't worry about it." I said with a fake smile.

"Okay..." she said. I knew she didn't believe me and that I'd be getting a call tomorrow, but for now, she knew I didn't want to talk, and she was content with talking to Liam.

"I'll see you later!" I said.

"okay, I'll let the Tatum know where you went if she asks, Sierra and Mari already left."

"Thanks babe! See ya" I said as I walked toward the exit to the club.

I saw Harry disappear into the crowd, maybe he finally gave up, God knows I was being a enough of a bitch to an international fucking popstar. I just kept walking, and I noticed him reappear by the exit door just as I was passing it.

He opened his mouth to speak and tried to hold something out to me, but I didn't look or listen "No." was all I said as I walked out the door and into one of the taxis waiting in the line outside the club.

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