What's your Poison? - h.s

21.

As long as we keep getting high
Keep burning like we're never gonna die

*Warning Drug use*

I quickly followed Harry down the stairs, adjusting my hair over my shoulders, making sure I was covered. I tug on my skirt as we head over to the booth, making sure my thigh is also hidden. Although it's dark in the club and it's likely no one can see the marks that Harry left , I don't want to risk it.

I'm still feeling a little flustered and on edge after what just happened in Harry's office. I didn't want it to stop, but Joe knocking on the door brought me back to reality. I'm at work right now, and this is my boss, Harry is my boss. There's also something not quite right about him, something about him and this club just doesn't add up. The different clients, the money they gave Harry all in cash, the threats. Whatever it was, Harry was protecting me from it, although he probably meant hiding it from me more like. 

I follow behind Harry to the booth, noticing one guy sitting there. I'm surprised there's not an entourage with him, like the other clients always seemed to have. He was dressed more casually than the others, no suit just a simple black long-sleeved top with black jeans. As we get closer, I pull my skirt down further to make sure it's low enough.

"Liam, good to see you." I hear Harry say as we get there, making me look up from adjusting my skirt.

Liam looks up over to us, keeping a stern look on his face. He looks unimpressed almost, angry even.

"I thought we'd be alone." He says, looking back at his drink at the table without a glance at me. Without giving away that I think he's rude, I keep my gaze to the floor.

"She's my employee. Don't worry, she's not much of a talker." Harry says as he slides into the booth before me, I sit opposite Liam who glares at me in disgust. I keep my hands tucked in between my legs, trying to make myself smaller so that I could disappear. There's nothing I hate more than being around obnoxious people and not being able to say anything to them. I can bite my tongue, I have no choice.

I do my usual, tune out of the discussion as they talk about numbers I don't understand with no context. They seem to have known each other for a long time, mentioning lots of different people and talking about memories back in London. Liam's british as well so they must know each other from home. However, I can't help but notice Harry stiffen next to me when Liam mentions the name James. I just sit here, watching all the people at the bar and dance floor. My attention is brought back to the guys as Liam reaches into his blazer pocket, pulling out a little bag.

"Let's liven this party up, yeah?" Liam says as he places the bag on the table with his wallet. I feel my jaw drop as I notice the white powder in the bag. He then pulls out a hundred dollar bill and starts to roll it up. I keep quiet, as I'm supposed to, feeling my whole body go tense. I then jump as I feel a hand placed on my knee, as soon as I feel the rings I know it's Harry's.

"It's okay, you don't have to do anything." He whispers in my ear as Liam takes his nose to the cocaine. I give him a reassuring smile, thankful he noticed my panic.

"Here you go bud." Liam says, passing the bill to Harry as he sniffs. Harry takes it without hesitation, ignoring my shocked look. He creates a line with his credit card before sniffing it up through the bill. "Good stuff, eh? Payne specialty, if you're interested." I furrow my brows in confusion, this is his own cocaine? "Oh, I'm sorry darling, I'm being rude." He says, noticing my look before he tips more cocaine onto the space in front of me, creating a line for me.

"Oh, I'm okay." I say, shaking my head as I look to my lap.

"Oh come on darling, it's rude not to join in." Liam shrugs, leaning over the table to me getting closer, holding out the rolled up dollar in his hand to me. I look to Harry, who seems to be unaware of the situation as he rests his head back on his seat, the cocaine already hitting him. I feel Liam's brown eyes glare into mine as he waits for me to take the money from him. "Then we'll talk business." He raises his eyebrows, he knows that why I'm here. To help Harry with his clients, it's my job to go along with everything, I don't have a choice right now.

I take the roll from his hand, bringing it to my nose as I lower down to the line. I take a deep breath, calming myself before I even attempt to snort this line. I've never done cocaine before, it was always a drug that I promised myself I'd never go near, and I had my reasoning for it. But right now, I don't want to let Harry down. I can't screw up this deal for him, whatever it was.

I drag the bill along the line, inhaling it as I do so, quickly. I feel it burn my nose as soon as it enters it, becoming numb from the burn and dripping down my throat. I throw my head back to get it down my throat and out of my nose as soon as possible. As I sit back up, I notice Liam smiling widely at me, happy that I did what he asked. I smile back, starting to feel myself laugh for no reason. This feels so good. I jump up out my seat, feeling a rush of energy hit me. 

"Let's dance!" I shout before running off into the crowd, not bothered if they join or not. I just want to dance. I have all this energy to burn. The music sounds different, I feel every single beat run through my whole body. I tip my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes to feel every feeling possible, spinning around slowly to the music. I feel hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close to their body. As I drop my hands around their shoulders, I see Harry looking back at me. I look past his shoulder to see Liam dancing with another girl, although the girl is attached to his neck rather than dancing. 

Harry's pupils are fully dilated, I can't even see the green in them anymore. I can't help but wonder if mine look the same. I bring my hand up to his face, opening his eyes wider so I can get a better look. I can't help but laugh at how funny he looks. 

"You look funny." I laugh, keeping my hands to his face. "But sexy, you always look sexy. God how can someone be so sexy, you're literally like a sex god. Ugh, I want you." I can't stop talking, it's like word vomit. But I also can't get off of him. I want to touch more of him, I want him to touch more of me. I jump forward, pressing my lips to his neck, leaving wet kisses all along his neck and collarbone, stroking his exposed chest.

"Woah, woah, Petal." Harry says, pushing me away from him slightly. He laughs at me as I pout at him. "We should get you out of here." He removes his hands from my shoulders and grabs my wrist as he pulls my back up to his office. I don't stumble after him this time, I manage to keep up with all this new found energy. He pulls me into his office, placing me down on the sofa behind his desk before closing the door. I lay down on the sofa, pulling him closer to me by his collar as he stands over me. "No, no. Not why I brought you up here." He laughs as a he props himself over me with one arm. "I really need to close this deal, Petal. I'll be up soon." He quickly stands up before turning and leaving me. 

I'd never been in this room alone before, it was weird. I had all this energy yet here I am, alone in Harry's office. I get that he had work to do, and I was probably going to ruin that in this state. My one job is to stay quiet, and I'm feeling very talkative right now. I'm feeling a lot of things right now, it's almost a little overwhelming. I can't help myself as I start to wonder around the office, running my hand along his mahogany desk. I stop as I find myself standing at the draws in the desk, god screw my curious brain.

I hesitate before trying to open them, but I can't help myself. I try all three of them on the left side, but they're all locked, same with the other three on the opposite side. Weird, because I've never seen Harry with keys before, and I've definitely never felt one in his pockets. The keys must be in here somewhere, I might as well try look for them. 

God, Daisy. He left you in here alone, he trusts you. Stop.

I feel guilt start to come over me. There's other ways I can find out what's really going on in the club and with Harry. I sit myself back on the sofa, feeling all energy start to leave me, I'm feeling drained all of a sudden. I think I need a lie down.