Imagine For Xylia I had only met him once before, so when he called me by name, I was taken aback. Of course I remembered his name. Harry Styles. It was a hard name to forget. "Nice to see you again." he said with a slight smirk. His dimples suddenly appeared, and I melted. I was absolute, complete puddy in his hands. I took the seat right across from Harry. Our mutual friends continued the conversation they were having before I had arrived. I tried to listen and interject with witty comments, but I could feel Harry’s glance on me every once in a while and it was so damn distracting. My heart was pumping so loud, I’m surprised you couldn’t hear it over the loud music in the club. Harry spoke up, “Hey, does anyone want to go to the bar with me and get a drink?" "Yes! Steph wants one!!" my friend said a little too loudly as she pointed to me. I knew she meant well and honestly just wanted me to be drunk and happy, but holy shit did my cheeks turn red. "Uhh, yeah, I’ll go with you." He chuckled to himself a little bit before standing up and gesturing me to lead the way. Of course, he’s a gentleman. The club was crowded, and the bar was all the way on the other side. I attempted to push my way through the crowd and make a pathway for us. I felt his hand grip my waist, and my entire body tensed. His grip got tighter the deeper in the crowd we got. We were almost to the bar when this old man walked straight up to me. He smelled of beer, and his eyes were almost completely glazed over. "Heyyyyyyy. Yoou’re REALLY pretty. Waannna dance?" The man took a step closer to me, almost spilling his entire beer down my shirt. But suddenly, a hand pressed against his chest. "Sorry, dude. She’s with me." Harry stepped in, wrapping his other arm completely around my waist bringing me in closer, giving me a slight squeeze on my left hip. -PART TWO TONIGHT- -ForeverYoungZiallLover
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 04:47:47 +0000
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