Yellow Mellow h.s

Chapter 3

Harry's POV
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"I guess i'll see you guys around."

And with that, the mystery girl turns on her heal and walks away with a smirk on her face, fairly amused by the conversation prior, keeping her eyes locked with mine until she is facing the bar. She absentmindedly sways her round hips while walking, gaining stares and smiles from men and women as she passes them by.

"Holy shit, she was a fucking beaut mate." Louis sighs from beside me, taking a swing off his beer while Niall's head turns to the ceiling and breathing out a laugh.

I noticed her the minute she and her friends stepped into this club. It was like my eyes were drawn to her and I just couldn't look away. The confidence and carefree energy that she radiated, drew all eyes to her as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music.

I've been distracted all night, not being able to fully listen to the conversations around me, being to engrossed in her simple movements. Watching her was mesmerizing.

So when I saw her moving towards the lounge we were sitting at, I simply became paralyzed. And a mute apparently. I couldn't get a fucking word out of my mouth and made a fucking fool out of myself. Watching her hug Zayn and seem so comfortable with him, made my jaw clench and I didn't even know her name.

"You alright mate," Liam says from the couch across from me "You look like your about to explode."

"Yeah i'm fine" I huffed standing up from the couch, eyes still trained on her. "I'm gonna get a drink." I hear laughing from my friends behind me, obviously knowing why i'm so flustered. They can read me like an open book since we have spent almost everyday of the last 3 years together. They're not oblivious.

I walk through the crowd of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, pushing a few girls, who were trying to get my attention, off me. My eyes only focussing on the breathtaking women sitting at the bar a few feet away from me.

She sits there, ignoring the men trying to get her attention around her, totally engrossed in a conversation with one of the bartenders who is serving her drink. I walk up to the counter, standing about a foot away from her.

"A round of shots please." I say to the bartender serving me, him nodding and starting to make the drinks.

"Ah... and he speaks"

I turn my head to the voice, seeing her with her head cocked towards me, bringing her drink up to her lips. Her accent was something I couldn't decipher, but she definitely wasn't American.

"I'm Harry." Is the only thing that comes out of my stupid mouth. I internally curse myself for not being smoother, but her gaze is effecting me in more ways that one.

"So I've heard." Is all she replies with, turning body around on the chair so that she is facing the dance floor now.

The bartender brings over my drinks with a smile, taking my attention away from the women beside me momentarily so I can thank him. "How come your not on the dance floor" I further the conversation.

She smirks and turns her head in my direction again, "I could ask the same".

"I don't dance." I scoff.

"Bet you've never given it a try."

"Not sober, no." I reply to the side of her face, her gaze still on the dance floor. 

Her lips lift into a smile as she stands up from her seat, leaning over to pick up one of the shots and then leans into my ear to lowly speak, "Well you better drink up."

She moves her head back with a smirk on her face, shooting the liquid down.

I quickly mimic her actions, throwing back the liquid down my throat, trying to hide the grimace from the burning sensation in my throat. I hand her another two shots and shoot down the remaining two in front of me, seeing her become more relaxed with each shot. She is drinking down the shots likes it's water, throwing her head back with a smile and closing her eyes after the last shot. She remains in this position for about 30 seconds, seeming lost in pleasure in her mind.

I catch her off guard when I lean into her ear, lips brushing against it, and whisper "Lead the way, baby." With my words I feel her tense against me only for a millisecond before she regains her composure, standing up with a smug look on her face.

She walks away, this time purposely swaying her hips, before turning around while still walking and raising her eyebrows as if she was challenging me.

A grin breaks onto my face as I mindlessly follow her like a lost puppy. She never breaks the eye contact with me, as if people are moving out of her way for her to pass through. Once in the middle of the floor she stops and waits for me to catch up.

"Do you need me to do a step by step tutorial or..." she teases, gaining an a pure laugh from deep in my chest. I step forward, closing the distance and place my hands on her hips, looking down at her. She is only a few inches shorter than me, if not less. She throws her arms around my neck, locking them over one another at the back, and starts moving her hips, throwing her head back before turning around. Her hands leave my neck and place over my own hands on her hips.

The alcohol has definitely kicked in and i'm feeling at ease with this stranger whom I am strangely infatuated by, her back pressed against my chest while my hands hold her hips, moving to the beat of the music with her. It feels as if we are in our own little bubble, the people in the background slowly fading out and my only focus being the smile placed on her plump lips.

At this point, we could've been dancing for hours, getting so lost in the rhythm of the beats. Not wanting to let this moment with her go to waste, I quickly turn her around by her hips and rest my forehead against hers, the pace my chest is rising and falling increases by her stare.

We stare into eachothers eyes for what feels like an entity, grins plastered on both of our faces still mindlessly moving our bodies against each other. Maybe it's the 3 shots I just took, or the fact I want this night to last forever but lean into her left ear and whisper,

"Let's explore the city."

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