Lila- Holland Roden

Morgan- Nina Dobrev

Anthony- Mathew Daddario

"Dirty babe

you see these shackles, baby I'm your slave..."

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Neither one of us responded to Morgan's question and she stared between the two of us before finally rolling off of me. She moved to the foot of the bed and I pushed myself up, my cardigan slipping off my shoulder at the movement. Feeling hot after that near kiss and my leg still burning from his hand on my leg, I move to shrug the cardigan off my shoulders. I toss the clothing behind me on the bed, briefly catching Harry's eye when I do to see him not so subtly looking at my chest. I bite my lip, turning back towards Morgan beside me with a big smile.

"I thought you weren't coming until three?"

"I lied." She grins with a wink. "I wanted to surprise you two, I'm just lucky you were actually home." She laughs and her gaze shifts from me to Harry, her smile friendly as she leaned over me to hold her hand out to him. "Hi, I'm Morgan. You're Harry, right?"

He nods, moving to take her hand and shaking it once. "Yeah, that's me. I've heard a lot about you." He smiles at her and she arches her eyebrow, turning to look at me in question. I merely shrug and she shakes her head with a smile, dropping his hand and moving to sit back.

"I didn't know you two stayed in touch after everything that happened." She says, looking between us with curiosity, confusion and an obvious question. I shift on the bed, getting uncomfortable with the subject when Harry coughs beside me, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair.

"We didn't. Em and I just ran into each other at orientation yesterday and we've just recently started hanging out." He tells the same lie he told Lila and Morgan smirks, a knowing glint in her eye.

" 'Em', huh?" She says, eyes flickering between the two of us. "You've only just started hanging out and you're already on nickname basis?" She was smiling now and I felt my cheeks burning when she looked to me for a response, my voice getting stuck at the back of my throat. I take a glimpse at Harry, seeing him sucking his lips into his mouth before rolling them back out with a slight pout.

I decide to ignore her statement and plaster a smile on my face, faking a laugh as I throw my arm over her shoulder. "Emmeline is too long, you know that. But anyways this isn't about me. You're the one visiting. What do you want to do tonight?"

Her eyes lit up at the question and I could tell my attempt at diverting the subject of Harry and I worked. "Oh! Liam said he had an idea but I wanted to come say hi to you first." She stood up from the bed, straightening the sweater she wore before waving me and Harry up. "Come on, let's go back out."

She heads to the door, walking out and seconds later I hear her chatter along with Liam and Lila's. I hesitantly look at Harry to find him staring down at the photo still in his hand before he glances up to meet my gaze, only to quickly look away. He clears his throat and stands up from my bed, slipping the photo in his back pocket and running his hand through his hair again.

"We should go out." He suggests, gesturing towards the door and I nod, standing up and walking ahead of him. He follows close behind and seconds later I'm leading us back down the hall and stepping into the living room to find Liam plopped on one end of the couch, Morgan sitting in the middle next to him, and Lila sitting on the other end. Seeing the only couch open is the love seat I tell Harry he can sit down and he hesitates but finally relents, sitting down on it while I sit on the arm rest near Lila and Harry just across from me.

"So what's this idea Morgan mentioned?" I ask Liam and he grins wickedly, sitting up and rubbing his hands together.

"A club." He states and I raise my eyebrow, not at all impressed with this so called great idea.

"A club? That's it?"

"Yes, and not just any club. It's the eighteen and over club right near campus, the one a bunch of the students from school work at. They never check ID's so you children don't need to worry about being carded at the bar."

"Eh." I shrug. "I'm not feeling up to it."

Liam scoffs and sits up, leaning over and resting his elbows on his knees. "What happened to party girl Emmy from this summer?"

I feel my face flushing and briefly glance at Harry to see him staring at me with raised eyebrows, lips curving in amusement. I look away and send Liam a glare. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right." He laughs and turns to look at Morgan and Lila. "Are you two down for clubbing?"

"Do you even have to ask me? Course I am." Lila says and Liam grins, shifting his gaze to Morgan.

"How about you?"

"Sure, why not?" She agrees and then Liam sends me a smug grin before turning his attention to Harry.

"What about you man? You joining us?"

Harry blinks, face holding surprise at the invite. He stares at Liam for a second before his eyes dart around our small group, shoulders sinking in on themselves as he shifts on the couch uncomfortably. "Um, no that's alright. I don't want to intrude on your quality time."

Lila sits forward next to me, sending Harry a wide and comforting smile. "You're not intruding. We're inviting you, you're welcome to come."

I try to ignore the irritation sinking into my chest at how she's trying to reassure him, biting my lip and breathing in deeply through my nose. "I don't know..." He says unsurely and this time Morgan is next to chime in.

"Oh come on! It will be fun, you should come."

"Yeah, dude. I'll introduce you to some buddies of mine." Liam says and Harry's eyes flicker between the three of them before slowly resting his eyes on me. He stares at me cautiously, unsure of what to say or do and just the slightest arch of his eyebrow tells me he's asking my permission if it's okay.

Truth be told I really did not feel like going to a club. It's not that I was against the party scene, but I actually felt super drained from my lack of sleep last night. I had sort of been hoping Morgan would just want to have a simple girls sleepover and pig out on the sofa. But she wanted to go out, and she was our guest so what she wanted was what we were going to do...

I let the breath I had breathed in out through my mouth, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright fine, I'm in." I glance at Morgan, Lila, and Liam who all fist bump each other in triumph then turn to look back at Harry. "I'll go if you come with us."

"You really don't mind if I join you guys?" He asks slowly and I shrug.

"We're friends." I state and he nods, eyes falling to the floor as he presses his lips together. He's quiet for a moment, elbows resting on his knees and ring clad fingers clasped together between his spread out legs. I watch him run his thumb back and forth over his cross tattoo on his hand, my mind reeling back to the time he told me the meaning behind it at the cabin. I stare and only tear my eyes away when he raises his head and his eyes meet mine, a small grin displayed on his face.

"Alright. I'll come." He says and Lila and Morgan cheer happily while I give him a smile in return. Liam stands abruptly, clapping to get our attention.

"Sweet. Now, drinks are a little pricey so If you want, I'll go buy you guys some booze and we'll pre game." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Aw, you're buying us drinks? How sweet of you." I coo at him and his face twists in disgust, nose scrunched up.

"Um," he chuckles. "What the fuck no? I'll buy you booze...with the money you give me." He holds his hand out and my smile slips from my face, the corner of my lips turning down into a frown instead. Lila scoffs next to me while Morgan slips her hand into her back pocket, slapping a twenty dollar bill in Liam's awaiting hand.

"Considering the amount of times you've came in here and eaten mine and Lila's food, I think you owe us drinks." I state and cross my arms, a challenging look on my face and Lila quickly agrees with me. Liam frowns, his forehead creasing as he thought before rolling his eyes and sticking the twenty Morgan gave him in his pocket.

"Fine fuck, just this once though." He sighs and turns to Harry. "What about you? Do you want anything?"

Harry digs his hand into his pocket pulling out his wallet and handing Liam a twenty as well. "I'm not picky but I do like whiskey."

"Any brand in particular?"

"Nah, mate. Whatever is good."

Liam nods and turns to Morgan and Lila who both ask for their own bottles of UV, one raspberry and watermelon flavored. He then turns to me, raising his eyebrows with a teasing smile. "Fireball or Smirnoff?"

I think for a moment. "I'm feeling Smirnoff."

"Green apple?"

I smile up at him, eyes squinting. "You know me so well."

He laughs and walks past me, ruffling my hair as he does. "Alright meet back here around eight, and we'll all take the subway together." He begins to head towards the door but then walks in a circle until he's heading back to us. "I forgot to mention the most important detail."

"Which is...?" Lila asks and the wicked grin on Liam's face frightens me just a little.

"The club just so happens to have a theme tonight, sort of a back to school kick off thing." He says and wiggles his eyebrows, pausing dramatically to give what he was about to say some effect. "And it's neon paint themed."

"Oh fuck yes!" "Oh my god." "Neon paint?"

Lila, Morgan, and I all say at the same time and while Morgan and Lila grow more excited I'm staring at everyone in confusion. "What's a neon paint theme?"

Lila turns to me with an excited grin. "It's when everyone is covered in neon paint and they have black lights around the club. There's also sometimes paint fights. It's fucking sexy and so much fun."

"Oh." I say and nod in understanding while Liam and Harry talk to each other. I tune into their conversation just in time to hear Liam telling Harry he's welcome to bring his roommates.

"Okay, so don't forget everyone meet back here at eight. And wear your neon colored clothing." He says and Harry stands up, moving to follow Liam but pauses when he's standing in front of me. He sticks his hands in his pockets, thumbs sticking out as he looks down at me.

"I'm going to head out for now, I have some stuff to take care of. But I'll see you at eight?" He asks carefully and I nod, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah, see you then."

He nods and hesitates, unsure of what to do and I catch the way his arms twitch as if he was about to give me a hug but thinks better of it. He sends me a closed lip grin before abruptly walking past me and following Liam, the both of them immediately conversing when they fall into step with each other. Their voices drift away and then I hear the front door close, the sound of them talking completely gone now. The moment they're out the door the giggles beside me halt and my attention is drawn to both my best friends, only for my eyes to widen when I see them both staring at me seriously.

"What?"

"Alright spill." Morgan says.

"Spill what?"

"The truth." Lila tells me, arms crossing over her chest again as she held her head up. "I don't believe for a second that you're just barely hanging out."

"We are," I defend myself and look between the two of them to see they are not in the least bit convinced. "We've only just become friends."

"So then, what's with the evil eye when I was flirting with him?" Lila says with a tilt of her head and my mouth drops. "Yeah, I was purposely making it seem like I was interested."

"You were testing me?" I ask incredulously with a loud gasp.

"Bitch, of course I was. I could literally feel the sexual tension rolling around between you two. And I didn't believe what he told me. I'm also very good at reading body language and he's so into you," she says with a wave of her hand. "I was flirting to gauge your reaction and you are so fucking obvious." She laughed loudly and my mouth was on the floor at this point. I couldn't believe her. She did it on purpose.

"So...so, you're not interested in him?"

"Don't get me wrong he is a piece of a-r-t," she says the word slowly, emphasizing her point. "Literally. He is gorgeous. But no, I'm not interested. He's too intimidating and although in high school I talked about how attractive he was, I didn't forget about your four year crush. I wouldn't do that to you." She says, face becoming serious as my shoulders fell in relief at her words. I wasn't going to lie, I didn't like the idea of her setting her sights on him. "And I'm slightly offended that you think for a second I would betray you like that. Who do you think I am?"

"I'm sorry," I say quickly, breathing out through my mouth. "You had the same look you always have when you're interested in someone. I didn't know what else to think and it's not like you knew the truth..."

"That's because I'm a good actress." She points out then tilts her head, eyes narrowing at me. "And yes. The truth. Want to tell us the truth, Emmeline?"

"Yes, Emmeline. The truth?"

I frowned, hating how they were calling me by my full name. They have always called me Ems, they never called me Emmeline unless they were genuinely upset with me. I felt like a little kid being scolded by their parents as they both stared at me and let my head fall in shame. I considered lying and telling them nothing happened, still not really wanting to talk about the details but I was also aware that this was unhealthy. I couldn't keep hiding the truth, and frankly I sort of wanted to talk to my two best friends about one of my most life changing experiences. I was tired of keeping it to myself and the words were sitting right at the tip of my tongue, begging to be released.

"Okay, I'll tell you." I sighed, and stood up from the arm rest and walked in front of the couch. Morgan shifted over to the side, padding the cushion in the middle of them before I sunk down into it. "Where do I begin?..."

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The talk went better than I had expected it to.

Well, if we don't count the part where Lila yelled at me. She was furious at me that I had kept the detail about losing my virginity to Harry to myself instead of telling them. She expressed that in a way she felt betrayed, considering I had lived with her all summer and she had been there for me after everything that happened with my parents. She was the one to take me in and was there to witness me cry when I vented to her about how much their abandonment had actually hurt me. Not once did I talk to her about Harry, and it hurt her that I felt I couldn't confide in her. She ignored me for a good two hours after that but had finally dropped the silent treatment when I told her it wasn't that I felt like I couldn't trust her, but it was more about the fact I was hurt about our 'falling out' that I just didn't feel like reliving it. Morgan was upset with me as well but she understood more than Lila did.

I still kept out the part about Harry really being the one who kidnapped me and refrained from telling them the exact words he spoke to me. They were both also angry at Harry for a good ten minutes, cussing him out and calling him an asshole. Then they were back to praising him and defending his honor to me, trying to get me to see him in a good light. I was so amused by this and Lila would not shut up about how 'it was so cute when he took my box from me and carried it to my room'.

"I ship you two so fucking hard." Lila said as her and Morgan sat on my bed. I looked at them through my mirror, adjusting my black high waisted skirt as the both of them sent me cheeky grins.

"Will you two stop. We're just friends." I tell them and Morgan snorts, picking up lipstick from her purse between her crossed legs and using the mirror attached to her compact to put it on.

"Friends don't eye fuck each other." She points out and Lila nods vigorously, agreeing with her too quickly.

"I wasn't eye fucking him." I defend myself and grab the blush from my makeup bag, sucking my cheeks in before putting it on.

"I was talking about him. The tension in this room when I walked in," Morgan fans herself and whistles. "I might have been momentarily distracted but I noticed the way he was looking at you. He was definitely eye fucking you."

"Pussy must of been too bomb." Lila says loudly, seeming like she had said it more to herself but Morgan and I still heard it. I gasp and throw the chap-stick in my hand at her. She dodges it and looks at me with wide eyes, an amused grin on her face. "What? I'm just saying."

"You have no filter." I shake my head and she laughs, crossing her heeled covered feet.

"That I don't." She smiles before I turn back towards the mirror, running my fingers through my curled hair. "Was he good?"

"You both already asked me this." I mumble, shaking my head. The amount of questions I had to answer once they both got over their anger and disappointment only for it to turn into interest and excitement.

"I know but I want details. It's been so long since I've had sex and I'm living vigorously through you." Lila groans and I scowl at her through the mirror.

"I haven't had sex since then." I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Yeah but you two are definitely going to sleep together again." She points out and looks at Morgan. "I'm so alone."

"Girl, me too. I'm so single."

"We can be single together." She tells her and I frown when I see them nod and hook arms with each other.

"Hi, hello, I'm single too." I tell them and they both roll their eyes at me at the exact same time. It was scary how in sync they were with one another sometimes.

"You are, but not really. So it doesn't count." Morgan tells me and I decide to just drop the subject. I didn't understand what that even meant. Single was single. Harry and I were not together. We were friends. Just friends. Friends who have fucked. But friends, nonetheless.

"Whatever." I mumbled and took a step back from the mirror, surveying my outfit and feeling a little self conscious the longer I stared. Lila and Morgan had managed to convince me into wearing a bright pink heart shaped, spaghetti strapped crop top, paired with a high waisted black skirt that stopped just an inch or two above my mid thigh. The skirt felt too short for my taste and I was getting paranoid that my ass cheeks were going to come out if I walked. I even tested it out, walking back and forth across my room and looking at myself in the mirror whilst doing it. It never happened but It still didn't settle my nerves that it could by the end of the night.

The crop top was cute and I didn't think much of it before putting it on but now that it was, I felt too exposed. The top had bra cups already installed into the chest area, and they pushed my breasts up. It made them look perky, and fuller than they already were that I had the urge to throw a cardigan or a black laced tank top I owned over it. But Lila and Morgan kept throwing compliments at me, telling me to keep it the way it was and I finally agreed when they threw out the idea of Harry liking it. Truth be told I wanted to see his reaction to it, it was too tempting.

I zipped up my makeup bag and walked into my bathroom to put it away before walking back out into my room. "Am I good?" I asked Morgan and Lila, stopping and holding my hands out to my sides to give them a better look.

"Your eyes look sexy." Morgan says and I laugh, briefly glancing at myself in the mirror. I had put much more mascara then I usually do and they were so dark and long because of it.

"I'd fuck you if I swung that way, so you're good." Lila threw me a thumbs up and I shook my head at her humor with a laugh. I walked to my closet, looking through my bags until I found a small black purse with a long strap. I stared at it for a moment and scrunched my face at the idea of having to carry it around. I looked back at Morgan and Lila then. "Are you guys taking your purses?"

"Nope, I'm going to have Liam carry my phone and ID." Morgan says and Lila agrees so I drop the purse back into the closet before picking up my black heeled ankle boots. I slipped them on over my white socks, wobbling for a moment when I almost lose my balance. Just as I was pulling the small zipper on the side of it up I heard the front door open and I rolled my eyes, knowing it was Liam. I regretted giving him a key. One of us could be running around naked for all he knew and though he might not care if it were Lila and Morgan, he'd go blind if it were me. "Honey I'm home!" I hear his loud voice yelling through out the apartment, followed by his heavy footsteps. I looked at Morgan and Lila who had stood up at the sound of his voice and finished putting on my other boot before leading the way to the door.

Throwing the door open and letting it bounce off the wall, I stormed out of my room, ready to scold Liam for just waltzing in when we could have been nude only to stop short. There in the middle of the leaving room, stood Harry in a loose very see through white t-shirt. He wore black skinny jeans with a rip at the knees, tan boots on his feet and his curly hair tamed. It looked so perfect, soft ringlets shaping his face. I briefly wondered if he had put some kind of serum in it to make it curl so nicely but the thought was gone the moment his green eyes locked with my brown ones. They lit up and my heart lurched when a smile instantly pulled at his pink lips, his eyes flickering over my outfit. They darkened just slightly and his throat bobbed as he swallowed and suddenly coughed into his hand.

"No." My attention was pulled away from him when I heard Liam's hard tone. "You are not wearing that, go change."

I scowl at him and then scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't tell me what to do, you're not my dad."

"I don't care, go change."

"Is he her boyfriend?" I suddenly heard another unfamiliar voice say lowly, and my eyes darted to the guy standing behind the couch. I hadn't noticed him when I walked in, my attention solely on Harry but now as I took him in I briefly wondered how I could have missed him. He was undeniably cute, not as cute as Harry of course but still. With his dark short tousled hair, hazel eyes, and noticeably straight white smile, he was very attractive.

"Ew!" Liam exclaimed and gagged. "I am not her boyfriend. What the fuck? Ew. I'm going to throw up. That's a disgusting thing to say."

I look towards Liam and send him a glare. "I am just as disgusted you rat."

"I'm hot, I have no idea what you're talking about." Liam says, blinking at me.

"So is she." Harry says, eyes darting to mine and holding my gaze. I feel the breath hitch at the back of my throat and my cheeks heat up when he smirks, seeing the effect his words had on me.

"Gross." Liam mumbles then looks back at the guy standing behind the couch. "She's my cousin, by the way."

"Ah, got it." He nods and then steps around the couch, moving by Harry who seems to remember he's there.

"Oh yeah, Em this is my roommate Anthony. Anthony this Emmeline." He gestures between us and Anthony smiles, showing me that I had been right about his nice smile. He steps forward, holding his hand out for me to shake and greeting me. I shake it once, saying hello and then release him, stepping aside to show my two friends standing behind me. I briefly hear Lila whisper 'oh my lord' and when I look at her face, I know she's infatuated with Anthony.

"This is my roommate, Lila." I point to Lila and then to Morgan. "And our friend Morgan."

He moves forward again, stepping into our half circle and holding his hand out. "Hi, nice meeting you two." He tells them, eyes darting between both my friends who keep staring at him. I press my lips together to keep from laughing and Anthony raises his eyebrows when they mutter hellos to him. He steps back and glances at me with a questioning gaze and I shrug before he turns and walks back next to Harry.

"Alright, I've got your booze." Liam says from across the room, holding a brown bag up. We walk across the room and Liam leads the way to the kitchen where we all gather around the island. Liam pulls our bottles out and I happily take my bottle of green apple Smirnoff. Lila has already started pulling out red solo cups, handing them around to everyone. She smiles up at Anthony when she gives him his and he returns it, looking down at her. They're height difference was astonishing, he had to be at least two or three inches taller than Harry and Lila was only an inch taller than me.

I pour my drink into my cup, my eyes dancing with excitement as I watch the liquid nearing the brim. I hadn't been that eager to drink earlier on but after coming clean to Lila and Morgan, I felt excited. I was proud of myself for telling them the truth, and felt relieved as well that I finally told someone. So I was celebrating.

"Slow down there tiger." I hear next to me and look up to see Harry leaning against the island beside me, his own drink in his hand. I look down into his cup, seeing it filled pretty high up and gaze up at him with a smirk.

"You're one to talk. Your cup is full."

"I'm a heavy weight, this is nothing."

"It's whiskey," I point out. "That stuff is strong."

"Well I'm a strong man. I can take it." He says with teasing smile, eyes dancing as he brings the rim up to his lips. I stare at him for a moment, at his pink lips resting against the plastic and my mind begins to take a dirty turn. I'm suddenly remembering what it felt like to have his mouth between my legs and my heart speeds up when he lowers the cup and licks his moist lips. As if he knew I was thinking about what they could do.

I tear my eyes away when I realize I've been staring too long and pick up my cup, quickly gulping down the vodka. The alcohol goes down easily and I already feel my nerves settling as it runs through my veins. Harry might be a heavy weight but I was a light one.

The cup stills against my lips when I suddenly feel a hot breath against my ear, fanning my neck as well before there's a light brush against my ear. "You look very beautiful by the way."

I turn my head at the compliment, only for my nose to lightly knock against Harry's. I lean back, looking up at him while he looks down at me. A cocky smirk is on his face and I wonder what the hell had changed from hours before. Was it the alcohol? No, it couldn't be. He had just barely started drinking but he reminded me more of the Harry I had first met when I was kidnapped. Confident, flirty, and dominant.

Despite the flutter in my stomach and the goosebumps running down my back, I only smile lightly at his compliment. I glance at his drink again, seeing it was less than half full now and I furrow my eyebrows when I remember something. "I thought you don't drink anymore?"

The smile is still on his face but I do notice it falter as he shrugs. "I only do sometimes now."

"Oh." I say and he looks away, eyes flickering over everyone else around us. I stare him for a moment as he brings the cup back up to his lips, tipping it back all the way before he places it down on the table and pours himself more. I press my lips together and look away, turning to see Anthony and Liam in a deep conversation with Lila and Morgan. I keep sipping my drink, listening to the topic of their conversation and soon I'm pouring myself a second cup of vodka.

By the time I'm done with that one and half way through my third, I feel my lips tingling and my head is a little cloudy. I'm buzzed and should probably stop drinking but I force the rest of my cup down before cutting myself off for now, and deciding I'll buy a drink or two at the club. I glance at the others with half lidded eyes to see Lila and Morgan were in the same state as I was in, while Harry seemed a little buzzed as well yet still fully coherent. Liam and Anthony were still pretty sober.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Liam asks and Morgan nods but then halts everyone when she remembers something and runs out of the kitchen only to return seconds later with a flask in her hand.

"You brought it." I laugh, remembering how the thing was our best friend when we were in the Hampton's.

"Hell yes." She giggles and reaches for my green apple vodka. "We're filling it with yours because it's the only one that looks like water." She laughs again and carefully pours the vodka into the flask, screwing the top back on once she was done. She picks it up and then looks around as if she's realizing she doesn't have anywhere to put it. She glances at Liam's, Anthony's, and Harry's pockets and then looks down at her chest, Lila's, and then mine.

She holds the flask out to me. "Put it between your tits."

"What?" I shriek and step back. "That thing is too big you'll definitely see it through my top."

"But you have the biggest chest, it will blend in." She tries to reason and I scoff, shaking my head and she begins to move around the island, ready to do it herself when Lila plucks the flask from her.

"Let me try." She says and digs her hand into her bra. I glance at the boys to see Harry had looked away before she even put her hand down her shirt, while Anthony is staring, and Liam is just looking completely bored, already use to this kind of behavior.

"Okay can you tell it's there?" Lila asks and I step to the side, bumping into Harry but I don't move away as I stare at her chest and shake my head.

"You can't tell." I say and she smiles triumphantly and high fiving with Morgan. Liam shakes his head and Anthony clears his throat, looking a little flustered while Harry is gulping down the rest of his drink.

"Okay, let's go." Liam says and we follow him towards the door but I briefly stop to get my phone, cash, and ID. I run to catch up with the other's stepping between Harry and Liam.

"Can you hold my phone?" I ask Liam and he shakes his head.

"I've already got three phones on me." He says and I narrow my eyes at him before turning to Harry next to me.

"Can you hold my phone and ID?" I ask Harry with a wide grin and he looks down at me, a side smile pulling at his lips.

"Sure." He holds his hand out and I slip my phone and ID into his palm before he pockets them both, letting his shirt cover them afterwards. By now we've already made it to the lounge of the apartment and we're walking through the front doors, turning down the sidewalk and heading to the subway. Everyone laughs and talks during the short walk until we're getting on the subway. I notice a few other college students on it, dressed in neon colors as well. They're also in groups and I'm happy that we're not the only loud ones in here.

Once we reach our stop we get off the subway and head up the stairs, where I notice it's much harder for me to focus. The vodka had hit me so suddenly while we were sitting down and I reach for the rail at the side of the stairs when Harry appears next to me and grabs my hand. I look up at him with wide eyes but he avoids my gaze and instead slips his fingers through the gaps of mine before leading me up the stairs. I hold onto his hand tightly, afraid if I'll let go I'll trip and topple down the steps. We reach the top and I expect him to let go of my hand but he doesn't, and for a second I think about how natural it feels to hold hands with him. It almost feels like nothing bad happened between us and we were a couple going clubbing with a bunch of friends but I also knew it was just my cloudy thoughts doing all the thinking.

He unfortunately lets go when we reach the front of the club, moving to stand in line like everyone else. It doesn't take that long for us to get inside after showing our ID's, and my excitement heightens when we walk inside. The club was dark, the only light being all the black lights that had been installed in the ceiling. They caused everyone wearing any neon colors or whites to glow in the dark blue hue of the room. It was so colorful, with the paint splattered on the floors, walls, the bar, and designs on people's faces or bare bodies. We walked through the club, threading through people to get to the other side where there were buckets of paint and brushes inside them. People were using them to paint themselves and I looked at Morgan excitedly. She knew how to draw and she laughed when Lila and I looked at her with wide happy eyes.

"Let's get some paint on." Morgan said and we walked to the buckets, the boys following behind us. I watched as she picked up a brush and used a bright pink to paint something along Lila's arms. She switched to a yellow, then painted a cool design on her forehead that made it look like she was wearing a crown. She added some pink dots to it before waving me over, and thinking for a moment.

She puts the brush in orange paint and begins doing a swirling design on my chest. She mixes it with pink as well and adds some green to it, then moves on to my face. Pushing my hair out of the way, she turns my head to the side and I feel the cold wetness of the paint on my temple and above my eyebrow. I have no idea what she's doing but with the swirls and the pink, green, and white she uses I trust that it looks good.

"Done!" She yells above the thumping music, smiling as she looks at me. "It looks so cool."

I grin and step to the side when she hands the paint brush to Lila so she can paint her. I look to my side to see Harry's white shirt glowing. He looks at me with a grin, teeth glowing just as well as his eyes flicker over the paint on my face and chest. "You really know how to pull off paint."

I laugh and shrug. "Are you going to paint yourself?"

"I'm not that creative," he chuckles and then looks at me with an arched eyebrow. "You want to paint me?"

"You'll let me?" I ask, growing excited and he nods, stepping towards the buckets until he's standing in front of me. He reaches for a brush, handing it to me with a grin.

"Just don't draw a penis on my forehead." He jokes and I send him a devious grin, to which he responds with a warning glare.

I dip the brush into a blue and look over Harry in thought, a smirk pulling at my lips when I flick the brush back. The blue paint splatters across his white shirt and over his forearm and upper bicep, making me giggle when Harry drops his mouth.

"That's it?" He asks, unimpressed but amusement on his face.

"No, I just wanted to do that." I wink and look back down at the paint, dipping it into the blue again before turning the side of his face with my fingertips. I start drawing lines on the side of his forehead, doing random swirls as I got lower and around his temple. I switched to an orange, painting lines between the ones I already did and then getting the bright green. I use that to connect some of the green lines with the orange and once I'm satisfied I step back to survey him. The design I drew reminds me of tribal paint but it looks cool on him. I'm about to tell him that when he turns his head towards me fully and his eyes meet mine, making my voice falter at the back of my throat. The paint glows against his skin, and because of that it leaves a reflection off his green eyes that look luminous in the dark.

"How does it look?" He asks and I blink at him, swallowing nervously.

"Good, it looks cool." I smile and move to put the brush down when Harry suddenly takes it from me. I raise my eyebrows and watch as he dips it into water before covering it with pink paint. He turns towards me, a smirk on his face and I move to step away, afraid what he's going to do when his arm circles my waist in one swift motion. I gasp when he draws me in, pulling my chest up against his. He holds the paint brush up between us, his smirk leaving the dimple to puncture his cheek. He points the brush down and I watch as he bends his head until his lips are right near my ear, the wetness of the brush touching the swell of my breast on my left side just as his breath fans my ear.

"Morgan forgot to add something."

I feel the brush moving just as Harry pulls his head back enough to watch his work, face still dangerously close to the side of my face. My body tingles at his touch around my waist, hand against my lower back and for some reason him painting me while standing so close like this is arousing me. And I know he's aware of the affect he's having on me when my chest is practically heaving.

"There. Now you're done." He says, loud enough for me to hear and I look down to see he drew a small heart with little swirls around it. I bite my lip and my eyes flicker up to meet his, and they hold me there for a moment. I feel it again. The tension stirring between us and the heat running down my stomach. I blink at him and before I can do anything I might regret I pull back and smile up at him thankfully.

"I like it." I tell him and he beams proudly, dropping the brush back down into the bucket. I take the moment to look around and then Lila is suddenly next to me, pulling on my arm and away from Harry.

"Come on! We're getting drinks!" She yells above the loud thumping music but I stop her when I quickly tell her Harry has my cash. She nods and releases me before I turn back around to see Harry standing with Anthony, the both of them in conversation with each other. Anthony sees me walking up over Harry's shoulder and he nods, signalling for Harry to turn around. He does just in time for me to stop in front of him and looks at me questionably.

"I need my cash." I tell him, holding my palm open and he digs through his back pocket, slipping the cash I had given him into my hand.

"Where are you going?" He yells, loud enough for me to hear him and I point towards the bar. He glances back at Anthony, saying something to him before turning back to me. "We'll come with you."

I nod and then they're both following me to the bar where Lila is standing with Morgan, Liam standing off to the side with a few familiar faces. I remember meeting them briefly but never got the chance to talk to them, the only one I knew well enough was his roommate Andy. I call for a bartender, a little nervous about them asking for an ID but I fake confidence just in case when they ask what I wanted. But my nervousness goes away the moment they turn to make my drink after I've given them my order, sighing in relief when they hand me a cup of pineapple juice with vodka. I pay for my drink, sipping through the straw as I turn around to see Harry getting a beer. The pause on sipping, staring at the way his lips wrap around the top of the bottle ad his jaw looks so much sharper by the way he tilts his head back slightly. His neck looks strong and his adam's apple bobs when he swallows, eyes half lidded above the bottle. They flicker around the club, looking at all the people dancing before they turn and land on me but I'm quick to look away.

"You're staring at him." I hear Morgan sing beside me and I look at her with reddening cheeks, immediately sipping on my drink again so I can avoid having to respond to her. She catches on to what I'm trying to do and smirks at me in amusement. "Don't worry he's staring at you too."

"Shut up." I groan but I can't help letting my eyes drift back to him to see him talking to Liam, shaking hands with a few of his friends. I lean back on the bar, my back resting against the edge when Lila comes around to stand in front of me, finishing off her drink before slamming it onto the bar behind me.

"Alright, let's go dance!" She yells, her words slurring just a little bit and I press my lips together in amusement when she sways her hips, beckoning me over to follow her and Morgan. "Come on Ems!"

I laugh, and toss the straw out of my drink before bringing the rim up to my lips and chugging the rest of it down. I didn't want to leave it on the bar, knowing it wasn't safe so I was forcing it down regardless of the slight burn I felt in my throat from swallowing it down too quickly. I place the cup on the counter beside me once it's empty and take Lila's outstretched hand, letting her pull me to the dance floor. Liam stops talking to briefly watch where we're headed, making his friends along with Harry and Anthony to turn and look at us with amused smiles when they see Morgan and Lila moving their hips as they pulled me.

We thread through a few people before finally stopping close to the middle, Lila releasing my hand as the three of us begin to jump around obnoxiously. Nothing about the way we were dancing was sexy, it was more humoring if anything but we couldn't help ourselves from messing around with the familiar spice girls song playing. I don't know how long we dance for, losing count of how many songs it's been after the first ten before I start to feel sweat building at the nape of my neck. I'm breathless, buzzed and on the verge of being drunk but I feel good. I stop jumping around, laughing at the ridiculous moves Lila and Morgan are doing before excusing myself to go get another drink. I force my way through the crowds of people until I've reached the bar where Liam, his friends, Harry and Anthony are standing. I move to lean my elbows against the bar, waving a bartender over and pulling out the ten dollars out of the corner of my bra where I tucked it. I'm too buzzed to care about the fact that the money is slightly wet with sweat and the bartender doesn't seem to care either when he smiles in amusement after he takes it and goes to make the same drink I had ordered before.

"You've got some great moves out there." I hear on my other side and turn to see Harry leaning his elbow on the bar beside me, a smirk on his lips. His eyes are a little bloodshot, and even though it's pretty dark in here the glow of the paint lets me see his pink tinged cheeks.

"That was nothing." I joke with a laugh and his smile widens, dimples popping out as he drinks from the beer in his hand.

"Really? I wonder how great your moves are when you're actually trying then."

"You should know," I tell him and grab the drink from the bartender before looking up at Harry with teasing eyes. "You've seen them before."

He doesn't say anything for a moment and any other time I would be horrified with what I just said, but right now I didn't care. The alcohol was giving me a confidence that I was sure would bring me trouble, but at the moment I reveled in it. I pressed my lips together to hold back a smile when Harry's lips gaped open and his eyes flickered over the length of my body, moving steadily up until they've met my eyes again.

"Right. How can I forget the way you can move your hips." He says lowly and a hot flash runs over my body, making my cheeks heat and a throbbing to spread through out my lower half. He stares at me, green eyes dark and holding mine as he lifts the top of his bottle to his lips and drinks all while never breaking eye contact with me. I too drink from my straw, purposely making a show of wrapping my lips around the circular plastic and Harry's eyes only release mine to look down at my lips. I suck through the straw, tilting my head at him and staring through my eyelashes. He's stopped drinking through the bottle by now and seems dazed, tongue repeatedly licking his lips.

He suddenly leans over, lips too close to my face and for a brief second I think he might kiss me but he doesn't. Instead he moves right past my lips, ducking down slightly until his mouth is right next to my ear. "Don't tease me, Emmeline."

I vaguely remember him saying that to me a few months back and I swallow down the last of my drink, feeling it already hit me quicker than I expected. Harry pulls back until his lips graze my cheek, green eyes locking with mine. The tension between us stirs unbelievably high and a chill runs down my back when he licks his lips again, almost beckoning me to just kiss them. I refrain from doing so, knowing he was now teasing me. When the familiar Justin Timberlake song begins to play, a smirk grows on my lips when I look up at him, eyes piercing through his as I cocked my head to the side before standing on my toes so I could reach his ear.

"You haven't seen teasing just yet, Harry." I say, my voice low with seduction and I smile when I see him visibly shudder before I step back, place my empty cup on the counter of the bar, and turn towards the dance floor. I walk away, adding more of a swing to my hips when I feel Harry watching me. I keep walking until I've reached Lila and Morgan again and briefly glance over my shoulder to see him still watching, eyes holding my gaze. I send him a smirk and turn to face him just as the lyrics of the song begin to bounce of the walls and I sway my hips in rhythm with it. I keep my eyes locked with his but begin to close my eyes when the beat quickens, my hips rolling to the sound of it and I lift my arms above my head. I slowly drop them, letting them slide down my neck and over my chest just as I'm opening my eyes to see Harry watching with a dark lustful gaze. I smirk at him, turning my back when I roll my hips again and adding some movement into my waist. I don't have to face him to know he's staring when I can literally feel his eyes burning through me. I let my eyes flutter closed again when the chorus hits, getting into the song but second later there's a heat pressing into my back and then hands splaying over my pelvis. I look down with half lidded eyes to see familiar rings and the tattooed cross on his hands, long fingers digging into the fabric of my skirt and pulling me up against him.

His breath fans the dip between my neck and shoulder while my hips continuously roll against him. He presses me closer and then I'm feeling the evidence of his arousal, a bulge pressed up against my ass. Another wave of heat shoots down to my core and I let one of my hands rest over his that's on my hip, lifting my other arm to curl around his neck. I circle my hips purposely over his bulge and a small whimper leaves my lips but It's too loud for anyone to hear. Harry releases my right hip, letting his hand fall to my exposed thigh and splaying his palm over it. He runs his finger up and down it, his own hips moving in sync with mine. I feel like I'm on drugs, high off of the lust and desire I felt for him as he moved behind me, lips grazing my neck, hair brushing my shoulder, and fingers sneaking up the inside of my thigh.

The song ends too soon and the DJ blends the ending into another song until I recognize it as 'Where Have You Been?' by Rihanna, everyone around us jumping up and quickening their dancing. Harry's hand on my hip forces me to pick up my pace and I turn my head, my lips right near his and his green eyes flicker up to meet my half lidded ones. His mirror mine and before I realize what's happening he turns me around abruptly until I'm facing him, his arms circling my waist and pulling me as close to him as I can get. We continue to dance, foreheads pressed together and our breaths mingling with one another's. It's ridiculously hot in the club and the tension between us doesn't make it any better and I find myself struggling to keep my self control. I wanted him, bad.

As if he was reading my mind Harry's movements slow to a more seductive motion and his eyes lift to mine, staring right into my soul. I don't break eye contact, feeling like I was almost hypnotized by his gaze. Slowly, he leans forward and his lips near mine just as the beat quickens when the chorus is reaching it's end. With the song adding more fuel to the burning fire, I lean in as well and tilt my chin up enough for him. And right when I do, the beat drops and Harry closes the little distance between us to crash his lips to mine.

The kiss is hot and passionate, lips dancing with mine in rhythm to the song and our hips. They take away all sense of self control and I moan into his mouth, opening my lips enough to let his tongue slip in. His tongue moves slowly, in tune with his hips, lips, and the song that I feel my core throbbing in need of some relief. His hands roam my body until they rest on my ass, squeezing my cheeks through my skirt and pushing my crotch against his. I gasp into the kiss when his bulge rubs against my aching core, tearing my lips away from his just as a shudder runs down my back. My eyelids are lulled and I only open them fully when I suddenly feel Harry stop dancing and grip my wrist, hauling me through the sea of people. I have no idea where we're going or what he intends to do, but with the alcohol running through my veins, the desire pumping my blood, I didn't care.

Tonight, I was his.

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