Desired
One
“Desiree?” My mother called from the bottom of the stairs. I was rushing to get ready because I’d just so happened to have lost track of time. This was quite typical of me as I slipped my shirt over my head and down my torso. It was a Saturday night and my best friend, Niall, was taking me out to this new teen club they’d put in town. We lived on a rather boring side of town so it was a surprise when we found out they were going to make a club out of the old abandoned building a few blocks away. Of course, Niall was more excited about going than I was. I would prefer to lay around on my laptop and maybe watch a few movies if Niall wanted to come around, but no. Tonight Niall was making me “sociable”.
“I’m coming!” I shouted as I slipped on my shoes. They were a pair of flats because I couldn’t stand heels and if I wasn’t dressed pretty enough, I was sure Niall would send me back upstairs or worse, pick out something for me instead. So I had settled for a white blouse and a black pencil skirt to go along with my Mary Jane looking flats. I grabbed a jacket and slipped it on as I walked downstairs. I was greeted by my mother and Niall standing at the front door, ready to whisk me away to be social for a change. I’m sure my mom was dying to get me out of the house anyways.
“Am I presentable?” I questioned the both of them and they nodded as Niall put his arm out for me to take. After this, I was almost sure my mother would be asking if the two of us were dating yet. It’s not that I didn’t think the blond Irish lad was cute or anything. It was just that we had practically grown up together and I kind of had an eye on someone else. That someone was named Harry Styles. Harry was the most popular boy in school. There was never a time that he didn’t have some girls falling all over him like little lap dogs, but I had made a point not to be one of those girls. Either way, there was no denying that there was something deathly attractive about him. His eyes were this shade of emerald that somehow seemed to look like he was hiding some dark secret from the rest of the world and everyone wanted to know it. Plus it wasn’t like Niall liked me like that anyways. He was more like a brother to me than anything else, though he did make a point to state his absolute hatred and disgust for Harry.
“You look hot,” Niall said the moment we were in the car. I rolled my eyes because that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. I wasn’t even wearing make up except for eyeliner and that’s what I always wore if I was even wearing make up. I hated the shit more than anything and only used it when I was having break outs, which I didn’t have often. Yet Niall always insisted that I had this natural beauty and that I should stop being hard on myself. I’ll do that when I don’t look like a fucking troll and that will be never.
“Accept the compliment,” He said as he turned on his car and backed out of the drive way. I merely jutted out my bottom lip, which he reached over and flicked lightly before putting his car in drive. He had this bad habit of going too fast on the neighborhood roads. His brain forever stuck on the highway whenever he was behind the wheel. It pissed me off, but I dealt with it by turning up the radio as if this was going to be a long ride. Generally it was a 10 minute drive from my place, but seeing as Niall liked to be a speed demon, it only took us five minutes.
“Are you ready to get your party on?” Niall asked as he parked the car and shut it off. We could already hear the music blaring from the building and see the lights flashing from the stain glassed windows. Niall perked up like a puppy dog at the sight, while I cringed at it. There were already too many people and it was only eight. It would pile up with more desperate teens by midnight and I just hoped I would be able to leave by then. If Niall wouldn’t take me, I’d walk home. It wasn’t like I had any problem with it because nothing happened here like ever.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded as we both got out of the car. The music only got louder as the distance was made shorter and I had never dreaded anything so much. We got in line and were quickly let in. It was nice and fast enough that we didn’t have to worry about asshole bouncers and the likes. It calmed me that it didn’t seem like the movie type club scene that I had so dreadfully imagined.
“This place is great!” Niall said as we walked through the doors. My arms were crossed over my chest as my chestnut hues looked over my surroundings. I didn’t find them as pleasing as Niall did. The dance floor was full of people I didn’t like or people I didn’t know so I automatically didn’t like them. The music was terrible and the constantly flashing lights were already giving me a headache. They had a bar like place set up, though it was obvious that they weren’t selling alcohol. We were all underage after all, if even by a few years.
“Bull shit,” I yelled over the music and made my way towards the little bar, “I’m going to go get a drink. Follow if you want,” and like I had said I would, I took a seat and ordered a mixed drink. It was just coke and sprite, but it was still mixed. It made me feel a bit more classier than the kids beside me drinking their plain old cokes. I looked around again as I took a sip of my drink, but Niall was nowhere to be seen. If I didn’t catch him in the next hour or so I’d make a point to call or text him, but for now, I was quite enjoying not being forced to dance with all those people around. How embarrassing would that be considering a vast majority of the people here were practically fucking each other in the form of dancing. I didn’t understand it.
“Coke with Sprite?” A deep voice broke through my thoughts as my eyes flickered to the other side of me and my heart nearly stopped. Harry Styles was standing there, leaning on the bar with his hand and this small little smirk playing on his lips. There were few times that Harry ever talked to anyone that wasn’t in his little clique and this was the first time ever that he was talking to me. Of course it’d be over something silly like my drink choice at a place that I didn’t want to be whilst wearing a god damned skirt instead of at school, looking normal in band t-shirts and jeans.
“You question my drink choice?” I responded back with a cock of my eyebrow. I wasn’t going to show that I was utterly shocked about him talking to me. Like I had said, I made a point not to be one of those girls who drooled all over him or at least not in public. He huffed a bit and put his hand out as the person working behind the bar handed him a drink. I could only guess that he’d just ordered the same thing seeing as the tint of the brown was a few shades lighter or maybe it was just the weird ass lighting.
“It’s…interesting,” Harry said carefully before taking a small sip of his own concoction, “Hm…not that bad actually,” and then I grinned at him like a fucking idiot before casting my head back down and pressing my fingertips into the wood of the bar. I really had to keep myself together or I’d end up making a fool of myself and I didn’t want that. There was this part of me that wanted Harry to be impressed and to think I wasn’t like all the other girls. There was this part of me that wanted Harry to want me. It wasn’t something I was willing to explain to anyone though, especially not Niall, though he was always questioning why I even had an attraction to Harry in the first place.
“Desiree is your name, right?” He asked then and my eyes widened as I looked back up at him. I had to be dreaming or maybe someone had slipped something in my drink and I was hallucinating hardcore. Imagine how I probably looked if I was, talking to thin air like there was someone there. I just nodded and pressed my lips into a fine line as his eyes squinted just a tad. I just couldn’t believe he actually knew my name and the way it sounded in his husky deep tone made me shiver. It was just too real to be some trippy hallucination…right?
“I see you a lot at school. We have science together if I remember correctly?” He took a seat as he spoke, making it official that he was going to have an actual conversation with me. My head just wouldn’t and couldn’t wrap around it. This was just way too good to be true. It seemed from the smug smile on his features that I wasn’t the only one who knew this, but then again he always had that look like he knew something about you that you didn’t. It was bothering and somewhat intimidating but I stood my ground in the moment.
“Yeah. We do,” I took a sip of my drink then and focused my gaze ahead of me as the music was now just a dull thump against my ear drums. A part of me wondered what Niall was up to. Was he making out with some girl in the bathroom or on the dance floor? I could only imagine what he could get himself into at a time like this and a place like this. He was the social party person and I was the outcast who he had to drag out of the house just to get her to go to a club. I still couldn’t understand why or how we had managed to be friends all of these years.
“You look very beautiful tonight,” His statement caught me off guard the moment the words were spewed out of his rosy red lips. I had to replay the words in my head multiple times before I really processed it. Harry Styles called me beautiful and I had to be dreaming or something terrible, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t and god damn did it hurt. I bit my lip roughly to make sure I didn’t scream out from the pain. I didn’t want Harry knowing I was pinching myself to make sure this wasn’t some sick and twisted and amazing dream.
“Thank you,” I mumbled then before sipping up the last bit of my drink and climbed off the stool, pulling my skirt down as it had rose up to about mid-thigh. I turned to look back at him and his eyes flickered up as if he had been looking at something he shouldn’t have and the thought makes my bite my lip as I turn my head away. My legs feel kind of shaky, but I wasn’t sure I could handle talking much longer with Harry without making myself look like a complete dumb fuck, so it’s more than a surprise when his arm wrapped around my waist.
“Dance with me,” I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy. My legs trembled and I was really making a fool of myself now, but his words weren’t a question. They were a demand and I am quickly being escorted to the dance floor as some upbeat song about heartbreak blasts through the speakers. It all looked blurry as he spun me before his large hands found my hips, nearly forcing them to sway with his own. It’s so sensual and I felt hypnotized by his very being.
My eyes locked on his jade greens and he smirked before leaning in and all I could feel was his lips on my neck. My body shook with this strange intensity as if something was being forced out of me. His hands moved down to my rear, squeezed and pulled me closer. A soft moan escaped my lips but it sounded so loud despite the blaring music ahead of us. My hands clawed at his back and my hips bucked toward his in this desperate manner. I had never been so turned on in my life. It’s only when he pulls away that the fear registers in my chest. The red covering his lips as he looks down at me and everything starts to fade to black. The last words he spoke to me on repeat in my head.
“You taste so lovely darling…”
“I’m coming!” I shouted as I slipped on my shoes. They were a pair of flats because I couldn’t stand heels and if I wasn’t dressed pretty enough, I was sure Niall would send me back upstairs or worse, pick out something for me instead. So I had settled for a white blouse and a black pencil skirt to go along with my Mary Jane looking flats. I grabbed a jacket and slipped it on as I walked downstairs. I was greeted by my mother and Niall standing at the front door, ready to whisk me away to be social for a change. I’m sure my mom was dying to get me out of the house anyways.
“Am I presentable?” I questioned the both of them and they nodded as Niall put his arm out for me to take. After this, I was almost sure my mother would be asking if the two of us were dating yet. It’s not that I didn’t think the blond Irish lad was cute or anything. It was just that we had practically grown up together and I kind of had an eye on someone else. That someone was named Harry Styles. Harry was the most popular boy in school. There was never a time that he didn’t have some girls falling all over him like little lap dogs, but I had made a point not to be one of those girls. Either way, there was no denying that there was something deathly attractive about him. His eyes were this shade of emerald that somehow seemed to look like he was hiding some dark secret from the rest of the world and everyone wanted to know it. Plus it wasn’t like Niall liked me like that anyways. He was more like a brother to me than anything else, though he did make a point to state his absolute hatred and disgust for Harry.
“You look hot,” Niall said the moment we were in the car. I rolled my eyes because that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. I wasn’t even wearing make up except for eyeliner and that’s what I always wore if I was even wearing make up. I hated the shit more than anything and only used it when I was having break outs, which I didn’t have often. Yet Niall always insisted that I had this natural beauty and that I should stop being hard on myself. I’ll do that when I don’t look like a fucking troll and that will be never.
“Accept the compliment,” He said as he turned on his car and backed out of the drive way. I merely jutted out my bottom lip, which he reached over and flicked lightly before putting his car in drive. He had this bad habit of going too fast on the neighborhood roads. His brain forever stuck on the highway whenever he was behind the wheel. It pissed me off, but I dealt with it by turning up the radio as if this was going to be a long ride. Generally it was a 10 minute drive from my place, but seeing as Niall liked to be a speed demon, it only took us five minutes.
“Are you ready to get your party on?” Niall asked as he parked the car and shut it off. We could already hear the music blaring from the building and see the lights flashing from the stain glassed windows. Niall perked up like a puppy dog at the sight, while I cringed at it. There were already too many people and it was only eight. It would pile up with more desperate teens by midnight and I just hoped I would be able to leave by then. If Niall wouldn’t take me, I’d walk home. It wasn’t like I had any problem with it because nothing happened here like ever.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded as we both got out of the car. The music only got louder as the distance was made shorter and I had never dreaded anything so much. We got in line and were quickly let in. It was nice and fast enough that we didn’t have to worry about asshole bouncers and the likes. It calmed me that it didn’t seem like the movie type club scene that I had so dreadfully imagined.
“This place is great!” Niall said as we walked through the doors. My arms were crossed over my chest as my chestnut hues looked over my surroundings. I didn’t find them as pleasing as Niall did. The dance floor was full of people I didn’t like or people I didn’t know so I automatically didn’t like them. The music was terrible and the constantly flashing lights were already giving me a headache. They had a bar like place set up, though it was obvious that they weren’t selling alcohol. We were all underage after all, if even by a few years.
“Bull shit,” I yelled over the music and made my way towards the little bar, “I’m going to go get a drink. Follow if you want,” and like I had said I would, I took a seat and ordered a mixed drink. It was just coke and sprite, but it was still mixed. It made me feel a bit more classier than the kids beside me drinking their plain old cokes. I looked around again as I took a sip of my drink, but Niall was nowhere to be seen. If I didn’t catch him in the next hour or so I’d make a point to call or text him, but for now, I was quite enjoying not being forced to dance with all those people around. How embarrassing would that be considering a vast majority of the people here were practically fucking each other in the form of dancing. I didn’t understand it.
“Coke with Sprite?” A deep voice broke through my thoughts as my eyes flickered to the other side of me and my heart nearly stopped. Harry Styles was standing there, leaning on the bar with his hand and this small little smirk playing on his lips. There were few times that Harry ever talked to anyone that wasn’t in his little clique and this was the first time ever that he was talking to me. Of course it’d be over something silly like my drink choice at a place that I didn’t want to be whilst wearing a god damned skirt instead of at school, looking normal in band t-shirts and jeans.
“You question my drink choice?” I responded back with a cock of my eyebrow. I wasn’t going to show that I was utterly shocked about him talking to me. Like I had said, I made a point not to be one of those girls who drooled all over him or at least not in public. He huffed a bit and put his hand out as the person working behind the bar handed him a drink. I could only guess that he’d just ordered the same thing seeing as the tint of the brown was a few shades lighter or maybe it was just the weird ass lighting.
“It’s…interesting,” Harry said carefully before taking a small sip of his own concoction, “Hm…not that bad actually,” and then I grinned at him like a fucking idiot before casting my head back down and pressing my fingertips into the wood of the bar. I really had to keep myself together or I’d end up making a fool of myself and I didn’t want that. There was this part of me that wanted Harry to be impressed and to think I wasn’t like all the other girls. There was this part of me that wanted Harry to want me. It wasn’t something I was willing to explain to anyone though, especially not Niall, though he was always questioning why I even had an attraction to Harry in the first place.
“Desiree is your name, right?” He asked then and my eyes widened as I looked back up at him. I had to be dreaming or maybe someone had slipped something in my drink and I was hallucinating hardcore. Imagine how I probably looked if I was, talking to thin air like there was someone there. I just nodded and pressed my lips into a fine line as his eyes squinted just a tad. I just couldn’t believe he actually knew my name and the way it sounded in his husky deep tone made me shiver. It was just too real to be some trippy hallucination…right?
“I see you a lot at school. We have science together if I remember correctly?” He took a seat as he spoke, making it official that he was going to have an actual conversation with me. My head just wouldn’t and couldn’t wrap around it. This was just way too good to be true. It seemed from the smug smile on his features that I wasn’t the only one who knew this, but then again he always had that look like he knew something about you that you didn’t. It was bothering and somewhat intimidating but I stood my ground in the moment.
“Yeah. We do,” I took a sip of my drink then and focused my gaze ahead of me as the music was now just a dull thump against my ear drums. A part of me wondered what Niall was up to. Was he making out with some girl in the bathroom or on the dance floor? I could only imagine what he could get himself into at a time like this and a place like this. He was the social party person and I was the outcast who he had to drag out of the house just to get her to go to a club. I still couldn’t understand why or how we had managed to be friends all of these years.
“You look very beautiful tonight,” His statement caught me off guard the moment the words were spewed out of his rosy red lips. I had to replay the words in my head multiple times before I really processed it. Harry Styles called me beautiful and I had to be dreaming or something terrible, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t and god damn did it hurt. I bit my lip roughly to make sure I didn’t scream out from the pain. I didn’t want Harry knowing I was pinching myself to make sure this wasn’t some sick and twisted and amazing dream.
“Thank you,” I mumbled then before sipping up the last bit of my drink and climbed off the stool, pulling my skirt down as it had rose up to about mid-thigh. I turned to look back at him and his eyes flickered up as if he had been looking at something he shouldn’t have and the thought makes my bite my lip as I turn my head away. My legs feel kind of shaky, but I wasn’t sure I could handle talking much longer with Harry without making myself look like a complete dumb fuck, so it’s more than a surprise when his arm wrapped around my waist.
“Dance with me,” I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy. My legs trembled and I was really making a fool of myself now, but his words weren’t a question. They were a demand and I am quickly being escorted to the dance floor as some upbeat song about heartbreak blasts through the speakers. It all looked blurry as he spun me before his large hands found my hips, nearly forcing them to sway with his own. It’s so sensual and I felt hypnotized by his very being.
My eyes locked on his jade greens and he smirked before leaning in and all I could feel was his lips on my neck. My body shook with this strange intensity as if something was being forced out of me. His hands moved down to my rear, squeezed and pulled me closer. A soft moan escaped my lips but it sounded so loud despite the blaring music ahead of us. My hands clawed at his back and my hips bucked toward his in this desperate manner. I had never been so turned on in my life. It’s only when he pulls away that the fear registers in my chest. The red covering his lips as he looks down at me and everything starts to fade to black. The last words he spoke to me on repeat in my head.
“You taste so lovely darling…”
