Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter thirtythree

Harry's P.O.V

Three more drinks in, Naomi's slurring her words whilst drapping her ironing body all over me, whilst Natalie is slowly wearing my patience thin and she's purposely trying to make me jelous by touching Zayn's shoulder or hand each time he makes her laugh.

Zayn is equally giving back the flirtaciousness which pisses me off even more but to him, he thinks I see Natalie as a free piece of meat that I've finished with. She's far from that. Very far.

Each time she laughs, I want to smile. But I can't show any signs infront Naomi.

Everybody in the night club jumps on to the dance floor as soon as the dj plays 'single ladies' by Beyoncè and just as expected, Natalie jumps up.

"I'm off" She says getting up in the middle of conversation between her and Zayn.

"Where are you going?" I quickly interogate.

"To dance, why should you care?" She biterly snaps. Oh baby, if only she knew how much I really do care.

She grabs her drink and walces off.

As much as I hate Zayn at the moment, I rather him be all over her, then some drunken pervert that will plan to do god knows what to her.

I look at Zayn and he looks like a kid in a candy shop, almost panting like a dog, eager to go dance with her.

He looks at me, I nodd.

He jumps up and I follow his action. He stops and looks at me. I look at Naomi and she is too drunk to realise what's going on, her eyes shut as she leans on the table with her head down.

"Don't try anything else with her, got it?" I whisper in to his ear.

"I thought you were done with her?" He raises his voice.

I become infuriated the way he's refering to her.

"Doesn't mean I don't care about her. Just dance with her, nothing else. Trust me mate" I begin to tighten my fists.

He scoffs and takes his last sip of his drink.

I sit back down, as he walks over to the love of my life as she holds her arms in the air and twists her hips to every beat. My heart breaks when I see her smile as Zayn rest his hands on her lower back as they dance with eachother. It takes all of me, not to jump up and rip her away from him. But the more she distances herself away from me, the better.

"Harry"

I look over at the drunken blonde leaning on my shoulder, she's looking up at me with her icy dark blue eyes that are almost a direct window to her soul; a deep, cold ocean with no detail. Just plainess.

"Kiss me" She mumbles.

The very thought turns my stomach.

"Not right now" I snap and turn my head back to my love.

"What the fuck?" She begins to raise her voice. "You haven't kissed me since I got back, why are you being so cold, I think-"

"Oh for fuck sake" I mumble under my breath and graze over her sour lips. I intend to remove my lips straight away as I feel physically sick as I don't want Natalie to see, but Naomi pushes her tongue through and forces her hands around my face. I try to pull away but she only kisses harder.

"Naomi-" I pull away.

She frowns and raises her eyebrows.

"We'll finish this later" I try my hardest to lead her on, no intension at all of following through with it. There's only one girl I want in my bed and it's not Naomi.