London Lover

Chapter 10

Woah. I stare around at the club, seeing people dancing, grinding, and jumping. But it all feels like it's in slow motion. The music feels like it's drowning out my brain. But I feel good. Strange, but good.

I can already feel myself gaining confidence and fearlessness. Then I hear a glass shatter, Harry finishing his last shot, slamming his shot glass on the bar. Glass covers the bar and I focus my eyes on his hand which is covered in blood. Harry is most likely tipsy because he's looking at me cluelessly, not realizing the injury in his hand.

"Oh, honey.." I say quietly and slowly, picking up his hand and wiping off the blood with my coat. I kiss the top of his hand, too tipsy to realize I got his blood on my lips, his blood also getting on my hand as I stroke over his hand.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, looking at him with glassy eyes when he pulls his hand away.

"I'm fine." He states.

"Let's go clean you up okay?"

"N-no, I'm fine. Really love." He insists and wipes his hand on his shirt

"I want you to dance with me." He demands and looks at me, the bartender giving us a dirty look because of the mess from Harry's glass.

That's when I really feel the alcohol moving it's way to my brain. I take Harry's hand, pulling him onto the dance floor with me fearlessly. We go to the middle of the floor, surrounded by other people when I feel his hands grip my waist hard.

"You look so sexy in that dress..." He growls into my ear, pulling my waist to his so my ass is against his crotch.

Thank god I'm drunk because I wouldn't let him do this, not in public like this, in this dress. But as I feel this confidence running through my body, I decide to grind my ass against him, laying my head back on his shoulder.

I hear him hiss between his teeth, in my ear, when I grind on him. This encourages me even more...his hands grip my hips tight, holding me against him so I can't get out of his grip even if I wanted to. I'm not seeing clearly or thinking clearly, all I care about is Harry and letting my body do what it wants.

The music booms into my ears and I feel Harry's mouth on my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin. I can't help but continue to dance on him, I'm putty in his hands at this point. I wonder how drunk he is, if he'll remember this tomorrow. Then the thought slowly fades away, just like every other thought since I've drank.

"Do you feel what you're doing to me?" He moans quietly in my ear and instantly feel myself getting weaker, my panties getting wet.

That's when I feel something hard press against my ass. I grind harder against him, wanting more. Wanting him. I've never felt this feeling. This feeling of lust and love.

I'm lost in the music for what seems like forever and that's when I feel Harry tug my arm over to the side.

"I'm calling a cab." He says, his voice groggy from the alcohol.

He dials the number and yells into his phone over the music.

"I don't wanna leave though." I say and look at him.

"I'm taking you back to my place."

I nod in agreement and just go along with it. My head is spinning and I have no sense of thought or decision.

The cab arrives minutes later and I pick up my coat, walking out the door with Harry, stumbling drunkenly next to him. I can't help it. He helps me into the cab and we both get back into the seat. Harry leans up to the driver, telling him where to go and then sits back next to me, as the car starts moving.