Dancing in the Dark (Harry Styles & Niall Horan FanFic)

Chapter 9: Hipsters & Golf; Part Two

heyyyyy meee littlee muffiins :)

this chapter will be in Sky & Harry's POV its a part two to chapter 7

I'm starting school next week, but i'll still try and update at a faster pace !

thanks for 250 + reads ! <3

A pic of 'Harry' and 'Sky' kissing on the side,

lyric video for 'Rack City' on the side as well.

IF SKY'S & HARRY'S OUTFIT LINK DIDN'T WORK HERE IT IS;

Sky:

http://www.polyvore.com/skys_adventure_with_harry/set?id=60068905#stream_box

Harry:

http://www.polyvore.com/harrys_day_out_clothes/set?id=59385236#stream_box

WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY HERE IS CHAPTER 9, ENJOY

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Sky's POV:

After buckling up our seatbelts, I reached over and blasted up the radio when Tyga's 'Rack City' came blaring out through the car. I have memorised all these lyrics, I absolutely love this sing, it's basically my jam. I began to belt out the lyrics in my most ghetto voice...

"Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Mutha on the beat

Hah!

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

100 deep V.I.P. no guest list

T-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch

Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate

Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Gold Letterman last kings killing shit

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I Got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

Girl you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

I'm a motherfucking star (star)

Look at the paint on the car (car)

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

I need my money pronto

Get it in the morning like Alonzo

Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

Head hancho got my seat back

Nigga staring at me don't get bapped

Got my shirt off the club too packed

It's too turned going up like gas

God damn pulled out my racks

Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad