Good Meets Bad

Chapter 20

Good Meets Bad

Chapter 20

JASMINE'S POV

Me and Harry decided to go to the club tonight. Currently, I was in the shower about to get out. Once I got out, I dried off and walked into my room, smiling at the dress laying on my bed. Its something that the old me wouldn't even take a second glance at, but the new me loved it. Same thing for the shoes. I told Harry that what I'm wearing tonight is a surprise for him. I'm hoping he'd like it, silently praying that Danielle's and Perrie's shopping paid off.

I walked over to my makeup table and plugged in the curling iron. While that was heating up, I started on my makeup. When I was done with that, I picked up the curling iron and curled my hair perfectly. Then, I pulled on the dress and slipped on the shoes. Lastly, I slipped on a pair of thick black hoop earrings. I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself. I looked hot. Not to sound conceited, but I looked hot.

Few minutes later, the doorbell rung. He was 7 minutes late, but who's counting? Old me would, new me doesn't care as long as he gets here. I went downstairs and answered the door. Damn. Just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter. I looked back up at him and noticed he was checking me out also. Old me would've blushed like a little girl, but new me smirked like a woman.

"Damn." He said, breaking the silence, still scanning my body. "Are you sure you wanna go to the club? I have no problem staying here." He said and licked his lips.

"Of course I wanna go."

"Ok. By the way, I love it when your lips are red baby." He leaned in close to where his lips were brushing against mine, barely touching them. "But I prefer them red and swollen." He whispered and left a kiss on my lips.

I smirked at him once he pulled back and strutted to his car. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I was walking. I was expecting him to do that, which was why I was swaying my hips.

"Get ready for a crazy night, babe." He said huskily as we drove off.

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Once we got in, the musty smell of sweaty bodies, smoke, and alcohol filled my nostrils.

"Do you want a drink babe?!" Harry asked, shouting over the music.

"No I'm fine! I wanna dance first!" I answered, also shouting.

He nodded and dragged me to a spot where we could dance. The song went off and a new one started playing. It was What The Hell by Avril Lavigne. This song applies to me. Only the chorus though, because its true. All my life, I was good. But now, I'm just like fuck it. All because of Harry, Danielle, Perrie, and that red-headed hoe.

I was grinding my ass on Harry's crotch and his hands were placed firmly on my hips. His large hands started roaming up and down my sides, and then stopped at the front side of my waist. He pushed it towards him harshly and grinded harder. I don't even think he cares about dancing, he wants to fuck.

Then that song went off and Rude Boy by Rihanna started playing. On this song, Harry bent me over and grinded his crotch against my ass as hard as he could.

Damn. Harry has a bit of experience. He knows what he's doing. On the line where she says "I like the way you touch me there, I like the way you pull my hair", he tugged my hair a bit and smacked my ass, making me let out a gasp of surprise. But I kind of liked it. On the part where she said "I like when you tell me move it there", he placed his hands on my hips firmly, making me stop my movements, and grinded on me harder. When she said "Come here right now...", he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up so my back was against his chest. His hands went to my boobs and he massaged them, starting off gently but getting rougher.

"Enjoying yourself baby?" He said huskily in my ear.

"Yeah." I accidentally moaned.

Then that song went off. Next, it was Strip by Chris Brown started playing and I decided to take control on this song. I took his arm and dragged him to a random couch and pushed him down to sit on it. He smirked, knowing what I was gonna do next. I've never given a lap dance before, but I've seen El do it and I guess I can copy her by memory. I began to give him a lap dance, and he moved with me matching my movements.

When it got Kevin McCall's part, I turned around so I was straddling him, and grinded again, him still copying my movements. He smirked, probably knowing what he's turning me into.

Once that song was over, Pour It Up by Rihanna came on and me and Harry went back to the dance floor, just grinding on each other.

"Have you ever given a lap dance before?!" Harry asked, once again shouting over the music.

"No!"

"Well that was pretty good for your first time!" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Thanks!"

We kept dancing and I noticed Louis dancing with a brunette with long hair. Her back was turned, so I couldn't see her. But at least we found Louis, and we know he's alright. I focused back on dancing with Harry. A few moments later, I happened to look back at Louis and the brunette was turned around now. I did a double-take, not believing my eyes when I saw who it was.

Eleanor?!