Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 27

The club we entered was a whole lot fancier than the few pubs I had been to in my life. We got out of the two cars that they had parked right on the street, which I didn't know was an option in London and it probably wasn't, and went right up to a large building. I had noticed in the car that they were all already a bit drunk, laughing loudly and making vile jokes. 

The enormous building we entered was almost a skyscraper and the entrance was heavily guarded. The four guards had visible weapons attached to their belts, making me nervous. What kind of club was this? It was popular though, a long line of people standing on the right of the entrance. Of course, Harry didn't walk towards the line but straight towards the entrance were the guards stood aside with a slight nod of their heads. Harry grabbed my hand once we were inside and walked up towards an elevator. 

"Stay with me. If you need to go anywhere, you ask." Harry spoke to me in a low voice when we entered the elevator. I nodded to show I listened to his words but my focus was on the elevator. We were inside an aquarium. Colourful fish were swimming on the on the other side of the glass. 

"Don't disobey, don't talk to strangers." Harry continued, squeezing my hand a bit more harshly than I'd liked to grab my true attention. With slight annoyance I looked him into his eyes and uttered a small 'yeah'. They were the standard rules that he always repeated when we went out. I was able to remember them by now. His eyes skimmed my face shortly and then he diverted his gaze to Louis who was talking animatedly. I wondered were Willow was. 

The ride with the elevator was finally done and I noticed we had gone all the way up to the top of the building. The small look I could throw outside was amazing. London was so big with its glistering lights stretching till were the eye could see. 

I couldn't enjoy the view for long though, as we walked up to a single door in a large wall. When Zayn opened it, the loud music pounded into the hallway while it had been totally silent before. What kind of hidden and luxury club was this? 

Upon entering I didn't know where to look. We were on a balcony that circled above the dance floor, giving us a perfect sight on the stage. Not many people were up on the balcony that had several private booths. However, the decor was the most amazing. It looked like an old opera building but the flashing lights made it modern. The servers were dressed in dark-red suits. 

Harry pulled on my hand when I stood still to observe the room, making me stumble a bit on the heels. Luckily, I managed to catch my balance quickly and followed him to a private booth. My eyes didn't miss the large 'S' that was embedded in the exterior of the booth. It was probably Harry's. 

The booth was spacious and warm and comfortable. The glass walls numbed the loud EDM music down to a reasonable noise so that we could still talk. The men put themselves down on the couches and started to unload the insides of their pockets immediately. Cigarettes, phones, wallets, and drugs were laid on the table. I sat down next to Harry silently when a server came up to out booth.

"Sirs, what may I do for you today?" The elder server said with a golden smile. Literally, as his teeth were gold. 

"A bottle of your best vodka and whiskey. Bring mix." Harry spoke without looking at the man, but focussed on lighting a cigarette instead. The server gave a quick nod before disappearing. 

"Who is up for a little bit of Adam?" Zayn spoke softly, almost inaudible over the loud music. He seemed to grab the attention of most though, as several voices exclaimed a loud 'fuck yeah'. I was just starting to wonder who Adam must be when he dropped pills into the hands of all of the boys. Nova shook her head when Zayn threw a short questioning look at her. He didn't ask me. 

I looked at Harry anxiously when he swallowed the pill. I always had to be very cautious when he was using anything. The server came back when all the pills had been swallowed and loaded two large bottles on the table along with a crate full of mix. Several cans of coke, sprite and red-bull were in the crate. The server disappeared immediately, not taking a second look at the table full of drugs. 

 While Niall started mixing some drinks, Liam announced that he was out to find some 'fuckable material' as he had phrased it and was gone. Harry did nothing but lean back and smoke a cigarette. 

"Is Emma drinking, Haz?" Niall directed the question at Harry while he gave Nova a mixed drink with a small peck to her lips. My stomach churned at the sweet gesture. Sometimes I wished Harry was nice like that. But most of all I wished to get rid of him, of course.

"Yeah" Harry spoke back, surprising me. He grinned at me with blown pupils when I looked at him questioningly. I looked away, knowing the drugs were having an influence. "She'll have a wodka red-bull." He spoke. 

Niall handed me the drink and I thanked him gratefully and taking a sip afterwards. Even though Red-Bull was a sweet drink, the vodka was overpowering. Niall wasn't the best mixer. I then minded my own business for a while. I watched the stage intently, mesmerized by the DJ's movements and scanned the crowd. People danced in all kinds of ways. I wanted to dance.

"Can I dance with Nova?" I asked Harry softly, interrupting his discussion with Louis, who gave me a dirty look at my interruption. Harry diverted his gaze away from Louis to look into my eyes. 

"If you stay with her, you can." Harry nodded. I got up enthusiastically to make my way to Nova, when his large hand grabbed my arm. I was pulled onto sideways onto his lap. 

"Don't let anyone touch you." He whispered, tracing the slit of my dress with his finger. I nodded quickly, trying to move away from his touch. I didn't like him touching me, especially not when everybody was around to see. His hands kept me seated on his lap though, his lips stroking over my jawline now. 

"And don't try to escape, Kitten. I will find you." He whispered, before releasing me fully so that I could stand up. The anklet burned into my skin all of a sudden, making me remember what he meant. I needed another drink. My legs carried me towards Nova quickly who was talking softly to Niall. I sat down next to her and started pouring myself a drink.

"Thirsty, ain't we?" Niall laughed while Nova smiled at me. I ignored Niall his comment and finished making the drink quickly to hide I filled more than half of the glass with vodka. 

"Do you want to dance?" I asked Nova, smiling and sipping my straw. My first drink had kicked in, making me buzz the lightest bit. I really wanted to dance. Nova nodded enthusiastically and guided me out of the booth and down a pair of stairs. As soon as we entered the dance floor, the quick beats of the music vibed through my body. I could feel my heart sync with the bass.

We quickly found a place to dance, right in the middle of the floor and the music totally controlled my movements. I could see Nova smiling brightly, her red hair flashing as we jumped. Her hips moved against mine and I could feel the eyes of people burning on us. While taking another gulp of my drink, I slap her ass animatedly. It felt so good to finally let loose and not have Harry control every moment of my life.

"SHOTS!" Nova screamed at me after a few minutes, a slight sheen of sweat covering her face. I nodded but she was already pulling me to the bar in the far corner where she screamed a relatively large order to the bartender. Who'd expected nice and sweet Nova to be such a party girl. We downed the row of eight shots per person, each a different flavour and getting stronger the more we drank. After finishing the shots, my throat burned, the bass of the music strummed in my ears and the lights danced on the walls. I was drunk. 

We danced more, and more, and more. It felt like a never ending night. Just as I was shaking my hips extravagantly to the beat of a spanish-sounding song, large hands snaked on my hips. I got pulled back against a strong chest while the body moved with me. I was shocked by the sudden touch but I only had to look down to see the hands full of rings, including the two with Harry's initials. One of his hands snaked up to my neck, tilting my head backwards against his shoulders. I could feel his warm lips glide over the skin, up to my ear, where he whispered:

"That's exactly how I like it, Kitten."