Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 28

I could feel the eyes of people burning on us, although I didn't blame them. Our dancing must have looked vulgar. I ground back against Harry on the beat of the music while my hand toyed with his curls. But the worst of all was his hand, laying around my neck, holding me tight against him. The cold jewellery on his fingers pressed against my skin and every now and then he moaned into my ear. I was aroused. 

Nova had disappeared a while ago, probably on her way to find Niall. My body got tired after a while from all the dancing. I was buzzing in my skin and was sweaty and hot. I felt myself leaning back against Harry more and more, my movements faltering. 

"Let's get you home." Harry spoke in my ear and removed himself from our intense position. I didn't know why but when his hand left my throat, I felt empty and a small sound left my lips. It had made me feel so hot. His hand wrapped around my wrist instead, guiding me through the crowd. It was easy as everyone stepped aside for Harry.

We exited the same way as we entered, through the VIP door as I liked to name it. The silence that hung around us once the door closed was overwhelming. The hallway to the elevator seemed endless and the floor kept moving beneath my feet, making me stumble. 

"You're way too drunk." I heard Harry sigh, making my eyes divert from the unstable ground to look at him sleepily. I had to blink several times before he came into focus. He looked incredibly hot with his wild curls, piercing green eyes and pink lips. Soft, warm, pink lips. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud chuckle. 

"Jesus." He shook his head at the sight of me, and before I could protest, I was chucked over his shoulder. His arms had lifted me from the ground as if I weighed nothing. Happy that I didn't have to walk myself, I let my body hung loose over his shoulder. The movements made me a little nauseous but I managed to distract myself from it by fumbling with a loose thread on Harry's shirt. 

Once we were in the elevator, he popped me down on the ground again and cornered me against the wall. I grabbed the railing that was pressing in my back for leverage as I was still wobbly on my feet. The sweat was cooling down on my skin, making a shiver run through my body. I couldn't focus on the aquarium this time. 

Harry grabbed my jaw with his long fingers and lifted my head up to kiss me. His lips were warm and pressing. I felt a little clumsy kissing back since I was trying my hardest to stay upright too. Harry's hand tightened when I stumbled a bit again, keeping me upright. His lips left mine with a sigh though, shaking his head. When he stepped aside I could see the bulge in his jeans, which was probably caused by the dirty dancing and kissing. 

A wave of fear ran through me thinking about the situation. He might have been nice the past few days but I had to keep reminding myself he was an asshole. A dangerous asshole. A gangmember, as I had learned this evening, and capable of terrible things without flinching. And he was taking me home while I was drunk, very drunk. 

"I prefer the person I fuck to be conscious, so don't worry." His voice rasped. My eyes flit away from his bulge up to his eyes, my cheeks changing colour. He was always so sharp, noticing everything, even when he was intoxicated. He had taken drugs and alcohol and it didn't even seem to affect him. 

When we stepped outside, a driver was waiting for us. I looked questioningly at Harry but he simply got into the car, pulling me into his lap. His large armed locked me in that position. The driver didn't say anything and neither did Harry. The silence and movements lulled my tired body to sleep. 

"Wake up, Kitten." A hand weaved through my hair, making me blink sleepily. My head was laying in the crook of Harry's neck and shoulder and his arm was wrapped around me steadily to keep me from rolling off his lap. I was surprised at his protective touch.