cosa nostra // harry styles
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Last published Mon, Oct 11, 2021
She wandered through the crowded room, her heavy eyes scanning around eventually landing on the sign she was looking for.
As she pushed through the crowd of drunken, dancing people, the disco lights flashing red, green and blue blinding her and the terribly loud music blaring through the room, making the floor boards vibrate.
Due to being so intoxicated, the black stilettos and the ridiculously big crowd of people she tripped, but a pair of strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her back to her feet.
She was face to face with a chest due to his towering height. She tilted her head up, her blue eyes meeting a pair of green.
"Thank you" she thanked the man who caught her before she smacked the floor because of her drunken state.
"Don't mention it sweetheart"
She tilted her head back down to eyes sight, examining the muscular, tanned and defined chest in front of her. Her eyes caught that very detailed butterfly tattoo printed on his abdomen.
"I like your tattoos" she spoke the mindless compliment.
"Thanks for the approval" he said with a smirk across his face.
She eventually remembered she was heading for the bathroom.
"Sorry, excuse me" she said politely, as he moved out of the way letting her in the direction she was first headed.
"I'll see you later love" he spoke, more overjoyed than he'd ever been in his life.
He'd finally found her.
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