"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
I turn my attention towards Mason, gulping at his choice of words.
Next victim? What's that supposed to mean?
Sure, the guy looks like the bad boy type, but he doesn't look harmful.
When I bring my gaze back to the couch in the distance, I notice the infamous Harry is no longer there. Maybe he was just weird and had a staring problem. I'm sure his staring didn't mean anything.
I look down and notice I haven't taken my shot yet. I sigh and press the cold glass to my lips before swinging my head back to swallow the bitter liquid. My throat instantly burns and I wince at how strong the alcohol is.
Geez are they trying to get me hammered?
"Hey, I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick. I'll be back!" Mason calls out before trying to make his way through the sea of bodies.
Judy and I stand there alone at the bar taking everything in. My mind just keeps replaying the moment Harry and I were staring at each other. I don't even know the guy but something about his stare made my skin crawl. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. He just seemed interesting.
"Another round?" The bartender asks us before taking our empty shot glasses and cleaning them.
Judy smiles and nods before I can object. It's not like I don't want to drink, but at the same time I don't know how well I trust this place considering everything Judy and Mason have already told me.
Why would he just let things like that happen here? Isn't that just a lawsuit waiting to happen?
I lean my back against the bar and tuck a blonde strand behind my ear while Judy talks to the bartender. He was pretty attractive, someone Judy would definitely go for. He had tattoos covering most of his body and his hair was slicked back. He wore all black and had a noticeable 5 o'clock shadow. I guess you have to have a certain look to work here.
"Enjoying it?" I hear a deep yet familiar accented voice say next to me. I jump and turn to see those same eyes that were staring into my soul earlier. His long brown hair sat at his shoulders as he stood facing me, studying me almost. He was a lot taller than a imagined him to be. I was nearly to his shoulders even in my black heels.
"Ya know, you don't have to just stay at the bar all night, there is other things to do around here," he chuckles a bit while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass. I felt my hands go sweaty and my knees felt weak.
"Like what?" I choke out before turning my body towards him.
He smirks and rubs his chin with his ringed fingers before looking around and then looking back down towards me. His one elbow was resting on the bar as he leaned against it. He was close to me and I could smell the strong scent of alcohol and his cologne mixed together.
"Well shit what isn't there to do? Almost everyone in here has some kind of drugs on them, just a matter of what you like. If dancing and grinding is your thing I'm sure a lucky guy out there would appreciate some action," he smirks while looking at a group of people in the center of the club basically having sex on the dance floor. "Or, you could follow me and we could have our own party," his eyes meet mine again and he raises an eyebrow.
"I'm not a prostitute or a stripper," I say feeling my cheeks burn.
This only makes him laugh and he shakes his head. Before he can say anything else the bartender that was once talking to Judy was sliding him a drink.
"Styles," the bartender greets him and gives him a glass cup filled with ice and some dark liquid.
"Get the stripper something too," he says back to the bartender before raising the glass to his lips and taking a sip. "She'll need something to loosen her up," he says, directing the last part to me as I stand there confused, feeling my jaw drop at his comment
Who the hell does he think I am? He's going to stare at me and then eventually come up to me and presume I'm a stripper..or even some prostitute?
"Actually no thanks, I've had enough tonight," I say bitterly and go to turn back towards Judy before he grabs my wrist and turns me back to face him. My skin feels like it's on fire and his grip is strong as he looks down at me laughing.
"I know you're not a bloody stripper. I definitely didn't hire you," he jabs before taking another sip of his drink.
"You know, you might wanna watch it. If you're going to shit on people all night then you might lose some business," I scuff while examining his every move. I shift awkwardly in my heeled boots and brush my hair away from your face.
"That's the thing, you could get stabbed and shot in this place but people will always come back. This place is what people like and what they live for."
Is he being serious right now?
"Sounds like you might have some serious legal issues coming soon," I see the bartender place a drink in front of me and I grab it taking a sip. I'm going to need it trying to talk to him.
Harry only shakes his head and draws his brows together before turning and admiring everyone in his club. It seems like it's only gotten more crowded since we've been here.
"No one's going to say anything because they know they need this place." He brings his eyes back to me and holds his glass on the bar.
"Hey, Styles, we're gonna need you in 5." Another tattooed guy says while coming up from behind him. Harry only nods before the man saying something else inaudible in his ear. Harry frowns and then nods again before taking the last sip of his drink, slamming the glass on the bar. The tattooed guy walks away and Harry looks back at me.
"Well, if you ever do start stripping, let me know. Could use you here," he laughs again before straightening himself up. I roll my eyes and feel the heat in my cheeks rising.
"It's funny you like to keep insulting me but don't even know my name," I huff and watch his lips curl into a smirk.
"Nova- Mason just called me saying he's feeling pretty sick, I think we should go meet him out front," Judy interrupts while staring between Harry and I with a confused look on her face.
I nod and turn my head towards her. She's probably really enjoying this right now. I know she's going to be dying for the details during the cab ride home. But there's nothing going interesting going on between us. All he's done is stare at me and insult me. Maybe I can distract her and ask her about the bartender.
Harry doesn't take his eyes off me but for a second to acknowledge Judy. He quickly turns back to me and runs a hand through his long curls.
"Right. Nova," he confirms, acting as if he needed a refresher, even through I hadn't told him my name yet.
He looks at me with a devilish look on his face and suddenly his head dips down so his lips are right next to my ear. I feel his warm breath on my skin and I instantly feel myself getting goosebumps.
"I'm Harry, but i'm sure you already knew that," he whispers. He gives me one more look over while bringing his tongue to the side of his mouth and then turning and walking away.
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