Human

Chapter 38:
(Paris)

Driving through the twisted city buildings and streets for a good fifteen minutes, we stopped just on the edge. A line of nicely dressed people out the door was already formed and constrained by red velvet ropes. Lights brightened the "mansion" up so it was easy to spot. Heads turned as a line of limousines pulled up to the grand staircase.

"Who wants to exit first?" Niall joked. Whoever stepped out first had to make an impression and the order to follow had to hold up this new reputation.

"I'll take this one." Harry volunteered us. That definitely made me anxious. Judgement is one of my biggest fears and Harry knows that. "Baby, just hold my hand and look forward. Don't even spare a glance at them. They aren't worth it."

Our chauffeur opened our doors, and stood, promptly adding to our demeanor. Harry stepped out first, presenting me with a hand to help egress. We traded a couple words with our coachman and started leading our entourage towards the gateway. Judgement and mouthful remarks were snickered our direction. Still, Harry whispered inspiring suggestions. "Princess, don't mind them. We're almost there and everyone is inline behind us. Forget they are watching, pretend you are on a runway modeling clothes for Lou in front of Nobel." That almost got a smile out of me, but instead, a smirk. "Yeah Angel Eyes, I know you don't like her too much." Just then we passed through the safety of the entry room and awaited for everyone else to gather. "You'll like this Paris, just wait a second." Soon everyone had arrived.

"I think we're all here!" Nobel cheered. "I'm feeling good and ready to go!" Everyone looked annoyed by her obnoxious preppy tone right now. This was routine for most of them.

"Feeling good, yeah? Looking good too! Everyone is dressed very high class and plush but youthful. " Harry turned to "get a better look" at the outfits people had chosen. "Whoa, Nobel... I thought Lou got rid of that skort a long time ago." Lou snorted trying to conceal her laugh. Harry turned and shot me a funny face. Squinty eyes and tongue sticking right out.

"Hey, lay off Styles," Louis pushed him back a step. "My grandmother has the same one." And that set everyone off. Nobel was the only one not in a fit of laughter.

I tried my best to hold an innocent poker face when I could feel her glare. Harry then allowed Zayn and Casper to lead the crew into the main section of the club while we stayed back a bit.

"Good one, but you didn't have to embarrass her that much!" I teasingly slapped Harry's arms.

"What, you didn't like it?" He faked being offended.

"No, I did. But it was a little much, now she's gonna hate me." I peaked out of the corner of my eye to make sure she was gone.

"Anyone who has a problem with My Everything, has a problem with me." Harry defended.

"I love you Harry." We shared a sweet kiss.

"Love you too Paris."

That's how the second half of the night started. And boy did it have it's ups and downs.
In the beginning everyone hung close to our VIP balcony on the second floor. It overlooked most of the party and had its own Red Room. Drinks were served frequently, so I was very pleased to find Harry had turned down every offer. He could probably have just as much fun sober.

I however need a shot or two to reach that confidence level. Harry of course monitored how much alcohol I consumed, and I love him for that. Soon enough, I was dragging him out to the dance floor. With so many girls in skimpy dresses with their party boobs hanging out, I don't know how I was able to obtain Harry's concentration. I definitely had more clothes on than any female here. But still, Harry's eyes never left me.

We started off like any awkward couple, dancing near each other. But soon the tempo changed, the lights went out, and the alcohol kicked in. We became like most other couples, grinding. Harry stopped me right away. "Are you sure you wanna dance like that Paris?" His eyebrows were narrow and filled with concern.

The liquor in me was definitely talking. "You've been good," It's not like we were dancing like some of the other people I've seen. Girls disregarding all privacy rules, letting guys trespass and nearly desigrate and abuse their intimate exterior. "So why not?"

And so Harry placed his large hands on my hip bones, luring me in snug . The tight fitted skirt had a little give, but definitely made my ass look good, so I'm sure Harry enjoyed it. I moved myself back and forth, left and right, my ass rubbing against his lower region. Obviously I was doing something right, because Harry's grip tightened around my hips a couple times and I was brought much closer to him. Even with my little knowledge about dancing and clubs, I had my way of teasing Harry. Every once in a while I would break free, and twirl myself around. I'd bite my lip and wait for Harry to follow me and jokingly start front grinding on me. And If you were to ask me if I liked it, I couldn't tell you no. Cause damn, Harry can make your hips stir.

"Where are you going gorgeous?" Harry also held his lip between his teeth as he front grinded.

"Who said you could leave, precious?" Harry twirled me back around and then put his arms around my waist to wrangle me back in.

I shouted so Harry could hear. "Hold on a second, I need to fix my hair!" It had been covering my chest pretty well tonight, but here eyes are wandering. My lace top hung a little low at times, flashing daring amount of skin in my opinion. And hopefully if Harry didn't notice, others wouldn't have either.

But he didn't let me go. Putting his arms under my armpits and hands up over my breasts, he held me in that position. Securing my hair, Harry held my boobs. Shit, he noticed. Normally that would be groping and meddling with my personal belongings or assets, but I was a bit tipsy off of chemicals and Harry's intoxicating attention. So I didn't mind.

After a long time of grinding on the dance floor, I became parched. Harry took my hand and helped me walk back to our designated room. Tip-toeing in, we tried not to disturb the couple situated on the couch, like we had been warned. Zayn and Casper were nearly swallowing each other as they "made out".

Near the back of the room we had an enclosed bar. Like a little cold room to house different beverages. Harry went up the few stairs and immediately turned around in a hustle. "There are people in that room too." So Harry and I stood outside the lounge and waited at the balcony. Soon, Harry insisted, a waitress would be by and we could order something to drink.

Even with all the flashing lights and loud music, I felt relaxed and at ease standing with Harry overlooking the chaos. Even though he is the deadly lightning in an abhorrent storm, I love the rain.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry had been staring at me for quite some time. Lost in some deep thought or something.

"Cause you're so insanely pulchritudinous." Harry earned a confused glare. "You're so insanely ravishing. The construction of your figure, your heart, angelic." Harry smiled at the ground.

"Today, I passed by and had to take a second glance. You were swimming..." He sheepishly admitted.

The eerie eyes I felt... "That was you? I was worried someone was following me." I put a hand over my heart to calm myself.

"You were stunning, beads of water fortunate to be on such a chassis. Slicked back hair hanging down on that perfect golden color. And that swim suit, damn, don't even get me started. Overall, I felt weak just watching you. Never go swimming without me." Harry turned to pin me against the railing, a virile smirk in order. "I mean it." Harry turned gruff, shoving his hands around my waist to bring me closer.

"The notorious Harry Styles weak?" I touched my lips with my pinky and then pushed Harry back with one finger on his exposed chest. "I can't have a feeble man around me." I turned, parading away, grabbing a drink from a passing waitress and continuing my stride down the other stairs, distant from Harry.

And that ladies, is how you tease a man to the point where he will bow down on his knees for you.

Harry's P.O.V.

My Paris, pushing me back, resisting me. Flaunting with her prance apart from me. Graciously accepting an alcoholic beverage from a flashy server, downing it in seconds. Prudently resting it on the ledge and continuing her pompous flounce.

My Paris, toying around with me. Sexily sashaying to make me limp, making me flinch by her intake of liquor. My baby girl has learned how to play games, and I don't know how I should cope with that.

Admittingly, her ass made me powerless for a few moments. Her innocent white skirt told me otherwise. She was a beautiful red rose that finally bloomed. It took a mixture of chemicals with a necessity to make her realize the authority she has. A woman who shows a hint of dominance is a keeper. They know what they want, and won't take anything they don't deserve.

Of course I did what any male with testosterone would do. I followed the empress.

She was lurking around one of the back walls. Lingering as if she knew I would be by her side shortly. Approaching Paris, she leaned against the wall, arms crossed, puffing out her chest. I couldn't help but pin her to the cold stone. She may have the ability to command sometimes, but I hold most of the sovereignty.

Paris wouldn't even look at me, observing something off in the distance. I took one finger to guide her chin back at me. Placing one hand on the small of her back, and the other remaining on the wall, I pulled Paris into a deep and rough kiss. She didn't hold anything back. At one point I had to pull back, dragging my lip between my teeth, to get some air. I know for sure my eyes were filled with lust, as hers were too. Before long, she was yanking me back, and seizing force while I staggered my balance. After ages, Paris stopped sucking on my lip, and rested against the wall. I felt a pang of guilt noticing how dilated her pupils were. My sober Paris would never act like this.

As the rest of the night progressed, I kept a close eye on Paris. I only allowed her to drink water and made sure she ate some appetizers to help lessen the blow she would feel tomorrow. Paris wanted to dance but I limited her to a slow waltz or tango. I knew she was growing impatient and annoying with my prohibits. Little did she know, I was doing it all in spite of her.

Getting to the early hours of the morning, I declared our night to come to an end. Limos were called up and people one by one were exiting the club. It took all but twenty minutes for us to successfully find and lure everyone of our members. A record time for us.

On the car ride home I gifted Paris my blazer and allowed her to sit on my lap and rest. The journey was quiet seeing everyone was worn out. By the time we reached the security of our street, half of our car had fallen asleep. Somehow I managed to wake them all up in time before
our coachman grew angry.

Paris still was a bit too eager when we approached the elevators. So instinctively, I brought her down to my room. Lou had been kind enough to direct me in the direction of sleepwear, in which I would dispatch around our campus. It took me a bit of time to deliver night gowns, but by the time I retreated back to my suite, Paris was still fumbling with hers. Keeping only one eye open a peep, I helped get the lacey slip over her head. Dressed in complete sheer lace in
two layers hadn't proven to be good enough for Paris.

"This will be too cold for my bed. I want yours!" She crossed her arms and pouted. "Sleep with me, here!" Paris's attempted making snow angels in my sheets. So I gave in, stripping down before entering the blankets. Someone needed to be here for her when she wakes up. Every drunken girl deserves that much. "Harry." She giggled and started climbing all over me.

It was easy to take control over her small body. Grabbing both her wrists and pushing her off me. "Paris, you're drunk, we aren't doing anything but going to sleep."

Paris faked tears, "But Harry!" She whined and pouted like a child.

"I'm not taking advantage of you, that is an assault. You'd regret this in the morning regardless if you had consent or not. I'd never do that to you Paris." I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Now please go to bed sweet cheeks."

Paris laid flat on her back and took in a huge deep breath. "Thank you Harry." She turned back on her side, now completely calm.

I also flipped to my side. Paris loved spooning. "Love you Paris." My whisper was muffled into Paris's hair. Soon enough we were both fast asleep.

[song: young girls - Bruno Mars]

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