The Bad Boy’s Girl

The music was loud, I had my hands over my ears, as I entered the club, I looked around, and then over at Janie as she smiled at me

"Tonight is going to be so much fun." She said excitedly.

"Yeah. Hopefully." I mumbled so low they couldn't hear.

We walked past the people and then, on to the dance floor, Louis had his hands on Jamie's waist as they danced, I stood there at first and then started to dance randomly alone.

"Hey." A voice said, unfamiliar voice. A hand pulled on my wrist spinning me around. his ghost blue eyes starting at me, and I remembered him at a party he was Harry's friend. Niall? "dancing alone with a sexy. Dress like that is not necessary." A smile tugged on his lips forming a crooked smile. "Harry's ex?"

I gulped down, "we never dated." I said, softly. I didn't want to say it but I did.

"Never?" H asked raising one eyebrow.

I shook my head, and then one of his hands took mine and the other on my hip. "Dance with me,"

he was Irish, very Irish with his dark grey shirt on, and pre ripped jeans. We danced and danced. Until he stopped that there was a sell on beer and he dipped off.

I was left alone again, Louis and Jamie, showing way too much P.D.A on the dance floor. But they still blended in.

I moved my way out of the cluster of people and then signed. I felt like I could breathe again when I had room to actually move my arms. I pulled my phone out of my bra, and then texted Jamie telling her that I may be by the bar when she was done dancing with Lou. Once I sent it. Someone's arm brushed against me knocking my phone out my hand.

"Fucking move." The far too familiar voice spoke. I looked at the person who moved angrily passed me, noticing his curls and boots, it was Harry. Did he know it was me, I grabbed my phone off the floor and followed him.

What was he doing here?

I walked as quick as I could to catch up with the curly haired guy. Once I seen him stop I sighed.

I tapped on his shoulder, and he turned around. His eyes burning into mine.

"Baby!" He blurted, wrapping me in a hug, attempting to pick me up, but stumbling over, bumping into people. Cursing under his breathe.

"You've been drinking?" I asked him, he let go of me, his eyes playful.

"Maybe one or two? They are on sell, I grabbed some- you want some." He said moving his hair for his face. "It's hot, are you hot?" He asked with a frown. "Of course you are, that dress needs to be off." He said touching my shoulder straps. "You know what I'm on about?" He said in my ear.

I pressed on his chest and he moved off of me. His hands still fiddling with the hem of my dress.

"Harry stop it." I spoke to him. He was drunk and I was suppose to be mad at him. I should have never followed him.

he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I want to take you on right now on this floor." making me gasp. "You've got me hard even thinking about me being inside of you." He pulled back smirking at me.

I didn't say anything to him. Just a little shocked by his words. The dirty words played in my head of when we did have sex the first time.

"I need another drink." He said, grabbing my hand and walking with me to the bar.

I saw familiar blonde hair siting down and Harry sat next to him.

"Styles, what's up lad?" Niall greeted him.

"Thirsty. Bartender. I need a drink please." Harry spoke waving his hand toward the man shaking a drink.

"what you need." The bartender asked. Dropping the drink and pouring it into a cup.

"rum with coke." He slurred. "For my girl here, she will have a green apple pucker slushy like." he sent me a wink.

His girl. (Without being in private.)


"coming right up." He nod once.

"Your girl? Or like friends with benefits?" Niall asked and made me feel low inside.

"Girlfriend. She's my girlfriend. Well, was. Then I fucked it up. Want to know why?" He asked.

"Yes." Niall and I said in unison. He looked at me and smirked.

"I'm a fuck up." He said confidently. "Maybe that's why my dad doesn't want me around." He breathe.

That stung my heart did he really feel that way? Cups were pushed towards us, and I grabbed mine. The green slush was in the tall cup and I sighed. tasting the fruity drink. It was so sour. Yet amazing.

"Guys I'm going to go, I need a smoke." Niall said standing up, stumbling away.

"Do you feel that way." I said to Harry when we were alone.

"I don't feel, Sarah, I know." He said drinking all of his drink quickly.

I sipped some of mine. Until it was half way gone. I stood up taking my red solo cup with me.

"come on." I said softly to him.

He stood up from his seat and then followed me as I walked outside. The parking area was empty out back. I pressed myself to the wall sitting down.

He sat next to me. Pulling out a carton of cigarettes. Pulling out one.

"No." I said softly. Remembering he had asthma and remembering that he gets chest pains.

"what." He said taking our his lighter and put the cigerette in between his lips.

"No smoking." I said takin the cigerette from his mouth.

"I'm outside?" He frowned.

"Just no." I whispered. "I care about you Harry, and I don't want to see you having an asthma attack or anything."

His eyes softened. He pursed his lips. "Haven't had one since I was a kid. I'm sure I'll be fine." He huffed. Taking the cigarette from my fingers and putting it into his back pocket.

I found myself slipping my hand into his. I nuzzled my head into his neck. Taking a big gulp of my drink. "I missed you Harry." I whispered.

"and I missed you." He spoke softly.

It made me smile.

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