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Chapter 8: (polyvore link)


"Paris, we're going to a club!" Casper shouted from her room as I walked through her front door.

You see, after I had witnessed everything, I headed back to Niall's room. He was up at the time, and I had told him about our expirence. He directed me to get some sleep because we apparently had something going on later, promising he would talk to Harry about it. I cooperated, only because overwhelmingly tired, and enjoyed a nice nap on Niall's coach.

"You're dressing me!" I called and ran up her few little stairs to her bedroom.

"Nope, Harry is dressing us all tonight. We're not just going out for fun tonight, we have a job." Casper was applying her make up when I reached her door.

"And how do I fit in all this?" I hopped up next to her.

"That should be explained tonight. There's a lot that's going down today so be prepared."

"Prepared for what? I have no clue what any of guys are talking about!"

Like seriously, I feel like I'm somehow apart of 'them' yet I have no idea what's going on.

"You'll see, it's time to head down by the way. I'll do your makeup after you get dressed."

Capser and I made our way downstairs along with everybody else in the building. Which, let me tell you, is a lot. Imagine thirty or forty people all tryin to get to the basement with only one elevator and one flight of stairs. It was chaotic.

Although, as I already knew, Harry was a vey organized person. So it was no surprise or see people getting split up into groups. Casper and I were split up into two different groups. Or as I soon learned, there was her group, and me.

"Hi, I'm Lou, and I'm your stylist." A friendly tattooed women tapped me on the shoulder.

"Uh, hi. I'm Paris." I gave her a little smile and wave.

"Those other girls already have all there clothes for tonight fitted and ready to go. However, Harry directed me to find you something to wear. So if you wouldn't mind following me, I'll get you all set."

Lou brought me into what looked to be an empty closet, but really had all sorts of clothes hung up and in boxes.

"Alright, judging by your size I think you will need these." Lou threw a pair of lace bras and panties into a bag. "You can pick the color." She winked. "Um, let's see here. Harry told me have you the most covered up and to have something for your wrists." Lou tapped her chin as she searched through the racks of clothing.

He remembered... I don't know why it was so surprising that he remembered about my gashes, and how I've been trying to keep them hidden. The fact that he respected that even after our fight, was a little shocking to me.

"Okay, I've got a few things here for you to go and try on. Once you've put one on, please come out here so I can see it on you." Lou guided me behind a curtain and closed it behind her as she walked out.

I was completely speechless at the first items in the little bag. A white pair of lace panties and push-up bra. Not only did I mentally agree never to wear anything this sexy to a party again, but the fact that someone had picked them out for me and was expecting for me to wear them was just uncomfortable. But I was going to be a good spot anyway.

Gathering confidence, I walked through the bog red curtains, I front of Lou, in the revealing outifit.
"My oh my. You look sexy! Paris, I insist you to keep those! Now try on the black dress with the sleeves, I think you will like that one best!"

I sighed with a hint of a smile and quickly ran bahind the curtain, not wanting Lou's eyes on my bare skin any longer. Searching through the clothes I was given, I found the dress she had been talking about, and yes, I actually did like it. Slipping it on over me, I walked out for her critics.

The dress was a short, fitted black, long sleeve dress with tons of mesh. I would have liked to have worn the sweetheart neckline but those are actually more revealing. My dress just and a somewhat low cut v-neck, covered with mesh, and a few mesh cut outs on the sides.

"Hold on, you need a different bra, people can see it. Now this will be a little awkward but it's a part of my job."

Lou reached her hand in the back of my shirt to undo the bra. With one hand she slipped it out, and with the other she grabbed something behind her. I read the package labeling in the mirror. I think the package had to do with a silicon bra.

"Okay, now bare with me for a minute."

Two second later her cold stuck something to my chest. Yeah no kidding, this wasn't awkward at all! Not my sarcasm.

"Sorry about that. But now look at you! Damn, you look sexy!" Lou praised.

"Thanks." I sweetly smiled.

"No problem, now let's just get the rest of your outfit all picked out." Lou yanked me out of this closet and brought me down the hall to another. "If you see something you like, throw it in a bag, I'll sneak it up into your room later." Lou winked.

This room was literally like a any high fashion girls' closet. Every diamond, jewel, necklace, bracelet, cuff, earrings, shoes, handbags, purses could be found in here. The room was lined with white glass cases and rows of shoes, just waiting for someone to use.

"What size are you love?" Los was wandering around the shoes.

"Um, size seven."

"Alright, come here I think I've got your outfit all picked out." Lou motioned me over while she picked at a diamond necklace.

I slipped my feet into the sparkling silver pumps Lou had picked out. They literally had a like a six inch heal, and let me tell you, I still trip in my converse. This might be a problem. But moving on, I put on a set of black cuffs and bangles on my right wrist, a pair of large diamond earrings, and a manageable white clutch. All in all, I was loving it.

"So what do you think?" Lou wheeled over a full length mirror.

"I-I, I love it!" The smile on my face was huge.

"Great! Now let's scurry off to hair and makeup, we are running low on time." I nodded and we both literally scurried out the door to another room. "Now here's the fun part, you sit here, and I'll spin you around. No peeking until the very end!" Lou pushed me towards the chair and wrapped one of the hair salon covers over me.

Sitting there as still as I could be, proved to be a very hard task for me. I have just now figured out I have very ticklish eyes. It sounds odd but I literally can't handle not itching them or having someone blow on them every once in a while. They even twitch sometimes, which probably make Lou's job a lot harder.
"Almost done, just hold on a minute." Lou tried her best to finish in a hurry. "Done!" Lou put down all her utensils and back away.

I was nervous to see what I was going to look like. I'm not like the other girls here, I've never gone to a frat party, I've never been to a club, I don't wear clothes like this, and I don't drink. So I really don't want any miss accusations because I look like one of them.

As soon as I looked in the mirror all my worries seemed to fade. I still looked like me benethe the clothes and make up. But it was a different side of me, that edgy and confident side I always used to cover up.

"Well are you gonna say something? You're making me nervous." Lou snapped me out of my daze.
"I love it! I look completely different, a good different!" I exclaimed and gave Lou a hug.

"Normally I don't like it when people touch me, but today, why not?" Lou hugged me back.

"The hair and eyes, just wow!" I played with my new look.

My straight hair had been teased and curled at the ends. As for my makeup, I had a thick cat eye and grey smokey eye. It was a lot, but not over powering.

"Alright, now we need to get moving or Harry's going to kill me!" Lou's pushed me towards the door.
"Wait where are we heading?" I laughed as I was literally being shoved down the hallway.

"I don't know, by now they're probably at the doors, just keep running!" Lou's called from behind me as we jogged to the elevator.

Just as the doors open to the lobby we were so kindly greeted with an angrey Harry pacing back and forth with a phone to his ear. He was so upset with whoever was on the other end, he didn't even notice Lou sneak up behind him.

"Harry!" She screamed right in his phone-less ear.

"Shit!" He muttered and shook at her proximity from his ear. "Fuck, Lou! I've been calling your damn phone for thirty minutes!" Harry yelled right at Lou.

Lou just laughed a took a step back. "Beauty is time, and it was hard finding an outfit for her small frame. Just calm your tits, and admire my work." Lou gripped his jaw and dragged his face towards my direct by the door.

Harry looked me up and, lipping his lips then biting it. His attention was making me super uncomfortable. "Stopping looking at me like that. I hate attention." I hid my face behind my hands to shield myself from his beady eyes.

Lou just laughed and teased me. "Ha, good luck with that! You're going to a club, let me remind you."
"And all the looks will be because of you! Watch out Lou, cause I will find you, and I will get my revenge!" I giggled but tried to be intimating.

"Good luck with that!" Lou chuckled. "And whatever you do will be worth all those awkward looks you will be getting! I should dress you up like this more often!" By now Lou was breathing heavily.

"Well, I see where we stand!" I stomped my foot and tried to pout but after a staggering two seconds, I began cracking up.

I could have sworn I saw Harry even crack a grin as he awkwardly watched us tease each other.

"Harry, are you coming or what? You're leading the way aren't you?" Zayn broke through the front doors.

"Ah, yeah. I was just waiting for Lou to finally shut the hell up so I could speak." Harry called back.

Well damn, maybe I didn't see him smile just a second ago.

"Hurry up!" Zayn yelled over his shoulder as he went back outside.

"All the other cars are full so Paris, you're riding with me. I have some things to explain because Lou doesn't know how to use a fucking clock." Harry raised his voice and shot Lou a glare.

She just smirked. "Have fun you too, but not that kind of fun!" I gave her a look and started walking outside while Harry flipped her off.

If I hadn't known we were all going to a club, I would have sworn there was a car show going on outside. Old and new sports cars lined the streets, and people crowded all a around them.

Behind me, Harry whistled, and everyone began to move. I had to literally walk through a blizzard of people hopping into cars are revving engines. As each car slowly rounded the corner only one car was left. I actually gasped at the car, a black, 1969 Camero SS.

"What, it's not your color?" Harry mocked in an annoyed girly tone.

"No. I absolutely love this car!" I skipped to the passenger door while Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Being inside was so one of the coolest things ever. The sleek leather seats, and old interior feel was just incredible. I love old, rustic things in the modern world, and although this is not rustic, I still love it.
As we rounded the corner all the cars from before were waiting. And one by one, as we passed, they followed. So I guess Harry really was the ring leader of the group.

"First thing you need to know about tonight, each of them have a job." Harry motioned back towards the cars behind us. "Do not interfer with them." I nodded. "Second, deny and drink or offer someone gives to you unless it's from one of us." I don't really see why that was needed, Niall told him I don't drink. "Don't give out any personal information." Well duh, I learned that in kindergarten. "And most importantly, don't talk to anyone. And don't mention anything you know about us."

"Yeah, okay." I shrugged, those rules weren't hard, I don't see why he was aggressive with me understanding them.

"You've got some fucking nerve to respond like that!" Harry scoffed.

"What? All I did was agree with you."

"Do even fucking know what shit is going down tonight?" Harry shouted.

"No, nobody ever bothered telling me anything."

"Good." He harshly spoke.

The atmosphere after that was thick. I was upset that nobody was telling me anything yet practically forcing me to go and do things with and for them. And Harry was just the raging ticking time bomb that he always seemed to be. Never knowing when the time was going to run out and you were going to be his next victim.

Harry could definitely feel the tension too. Shortly after our little outburst Harry flipped the radio on. Even that couldn't fix it though. His loud rock and rap music blaring through his speakers were defiantly not getting me in a better mood. Him, maybe, but me, no way! I was getting more annoyed every second.

Finally it was too much to bare. And without thinking I flipped his music off. Earning me a threatening look. But I just sat back in my seat and crossed my legs. That face wasn't getting to me, not right now at least.

"Don't you ever touch my fucking radio." He sternly scolded.

"Do you wanna tell me why I'm being dragged around doing whatever you guys want, like I'm some doll?" I snapped like a thin twig under the feet of Santa.

"A doll? Please you don't even know!"

"What's that suppose to mean? What do you even want from me? I'm not going to be another piece in your puzzle, and I'm definitely not your punching bag that you can just lash out on!"

"I'm a rude prick. I don't give two shits about you or anybody else so don't expect any changes, this is who I fucking am, so shut the fuck up and deal with it."

Harry sure had a way of making you feel worthless and weak.

"I'm leaving the club as soon as we get to there. I'm not letting you dictate me, you can go find a new girl to fuck with." I crossed my arms and pouted.

"Be my fucking guest."

And if I lead you on to thinking things were tense before, you were ruthlessly tricked. If I wasn't so afraid of dying, I would probably throw myself out of the car. I don't want to be anywhere near the cunt next to me. If life handed me a gun, I wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

After years of driving we finally pulled in right up next to the line of people. We were seriously four feet from the start of the line. And with all the cars trailing us, everyone in the line must be terrified.
Everyone started filing out of the cars, strutting towards the two bouncers. I didn't hesitate to storm out towards Casper at the front of the group. She completly ignored me though, just following Harry as the bouncer removed the velvet rope, allowing us ahead of everyone.

"Styles, who's she." A bouncer call Harry back, looking directly.

He gave me a taunting look. I knew he assumed I was leaving. But with Casper in the zone, I really had no choice.

"She's with us. Don't fuck with her." Harry continued to strut his way into the club.

The large African American man gave me a creepy scan. Analyzing my every asset. But luckily for me, Harry glanced back, noticing my discomfort, and yanked me forward to be escourted by him.

"I swear to fucking god, if he checks out any of you, I will brutally murder him!" Harry hissed in my ear and then pushed me back to the group.

Following the pack, we made our way, weaving through the crowd, to the v.i.p. lounge on the second floor. Nobody even gave us a second look, and if I caugh ones eye, they would hastily look away and pretend to be busy.

So they are feared...

"Harry! It's so nice to see you again, you're looking dapper as always." A man with a devious smirk approach Harry from the back.

Now that I look at him, I couldn't disagree more. All Harry was wearing was his signature, white or black t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Why did you call me here?" Harry bitterly snapped.

The man just chuckled at his tone. "Now, now, calm yourself. I see you like to get right to the point."

"And I see you're looking as slimy as ever." I almost started to laugh at the look on the mans face.

In that time, I memorized the man. Just in case, never know when I might have to reference him. The man seemed to be about forty-five years old, with hardly any hair. His face was well chiseled and stern looking. He was wearing black dress pants, a navy blue dress shirt with tiny white dots every here and there, and a large, black trench coat. He had stress wrinkles from raising his eyebrows so much.

"Cute." The man had a wicked smile. "Now do you want to discuss this or go play Barbies with your little friends." The man leaned in close. "That's what I thought." He walked back to the room he came from.

Two body guards waited for Harry to follow. "Two." There low voice vibrated.

"Niall, Liam." Harry called them over. "The rest of you, take advantage of the space, but not of its offers." Harry gave each of us a vulturous evil eye.

With the nods of our heads, they were escourted into the enclosed office. One bouncer remained at the side of the door while the other pushed us out. "Go to the v.i.p. rooms." Damn, his voice was low.

I followed the group down into one of the booths over locking the whole joint. "God, I hate being all serious like that." Casper let out a deep breathe.

"Tell me about. The worst part is the no PDA rule he has." Zayn blew Casper an air kiss.
"So what, do we like sit here the whole time?" I broke into the conversation.

"Hell no! We go and and dance, but no drinks or anything else." Casper shouted and hopped of her chair. "Well come on! I'm not dancing alone!" She grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the stairs to the dance floor.

We were absolutely terrible. We swayed and grinded on the air, like we were having the time of our life. I was high on life! Nothing could compare to this buzzi had. Everything was just exciting and upbeat. It was extrodinary!

But then it all came to an end. "Soon the gogo dancers will be out, and we gave to return to our booth." Casper warned.

"Why?"

"Well for one, Bailey is one if them. But don't let anyone of them know she's one of us. And all the perves come out." Casper shuddered as I imagined her picturing a flashback.

"Ew!" I squealed over the loud music.

Casper and I just continued dancing like we were mad, while judging outfits of other guests. Like we say this one girl completly shirtless with stickers covering her, you-know-what, just shimmying around in her frilly skirt, But that wasn't the only thing swaying and bouncing to the beat. If you get what I'm saying.

I was about to ask Casper when we should return to the booth when I felt an unnecessary close person. Slowly turning my head, I faced a semi-attractive guy. But no matter how good looking he was, that wasn't going to erase the fact that he literally just shoved his bulging 'thing', into my ass. Classy.

Before I could even tell him off, a hand had slipped under my dress. His greasy fingers grabbing at my panties. I did the only thing I could think to do, knee him in the jewels. And let me yell you ladies, it works wonders!

Thank god, Casper didn't see that.

With that distracting wasting my precious time, the show had already started. And I will never, ever, ever, get that imagine out of my head.

Bailey was center stage on a pole. Swinging around and around, grinding it up against her bare skin. Nothing with emotionally and physically scar you as much as seeing Bailey completely naked besides a black peacock feather strung to her by a pearl thong. I could honestly throw up.

Gagging after a meer forty five seconds, Casper and I fled the dance floor, padding up the stairs.

"Did you see how her ass and tits jiggled?" Casper gagged on the stairs.

I choked on my spit. "Thanks, now I'll never get that image out of my head!" I shoved Casper into the wall.

"You know what she had a feather? Pea-cock. Mature right?" Casper giggled.

"So many disturbing images flashing through my eyes." I held my head in my hands.

"Just wait till it's time to leave. By then she's completly naked and has every guy in the club horny as fuck!"

"Gross. And nobody in your group like, watches her?" I didn't no how to saw it.

"We've all seen eachother one way or another. Try dancing and doing tricks in a skimpy Halloween costume while your drunk. Or dragging you out of a drunkin cat fight. They've seen it all. Hope you're not shy, we've got our check up coming up soon."

I stopped laughing. Check up?

"Check up?"

"Yeah, just a few tests, no biggy. We always get the hot male doctor, and the guys get the sexy female one. You just wait in your little cubical and wait for them to come."

"I'll be in my clothes right?" I was already butting my nails waiting for her answer.

"Yeah but only two people can see you. The rooms are separated by leftover one way glass. But don't worry, Harry is all about honesty and trusting eachother, if any info is shared you get a beating." Casper acted like it was nothing while I was freaking out.

Naked? With someone watching you through glass and a male doctor 'checking' us out.

"Alright bitches, let's get moving." Harry, Liam, and Niall appeared.

I couldn't even look at them. They had gone through these 'check ups' multiple times, and it disgusts me that they were accepting of it.

"Come on Paris, it's time to leave." Casper whispered and pulled me out of my disturbing thoughts.

"Ew, I don't even want to look. This is absolutely absurd, I'll see you on the parking lot." I shook her grip loose and ran ahead of everyone, and through the front door.

Once I hit the cold air outside and the noise from the impatient people in line, it was all too much. I don't know what was making me seem so emotional and conflicted. Maybe it was the mix of intoxicated people around me, or the complete make over, but it was making me seem pathetic, and I hated it. I hated when people look at someone and instantly know they are vulnerable and weak. It only makes them seem more powerful and teasing.

Two arms gripped my shoulders as I rested my head against the brick wall. "Paris." The voice breathed.

I tensed at the contact. Slowly turning my head to meet the face of the person. As rude and unsocial as it sounds, I turly hate people. Not like in a 'I hate the world' or 'I'm superior to all you peasents', but in a way of people's actions. I'm annoyed to the max when someone is rude or selfish among others. And I hate it when people are always unnecessaryly touching. It's different if it's to show a sign of affection. But when people just grab you or shove you over at the mall, that's what gets to me.

"Relax Paris, it's just me." Harry cooed.

"Oh great, let me get my shotgun." I rounded a dark corner to get away from him.

"I didn't come out here to bitched at like I'm some piece of shit." Harry raised his voice, a hint away from shouting.

"Well is didn't come her with Casper to be treating like I don't even fucking exist, like I'm some shit." I snapped and slid further away.

Harry followed me, pinning me to the wall with his hand next to my head. "We wouldn't want you here if you were shit." His husky voice growled.

"Oh so I'm only here because I look like some toy to you?" I tried to wiggle out of his trap.

Harry just got closer. "No, if I wanted a piece of shit to chase after I would have just stayed back and gotten Bailey." The smirk in his voice was clear, but his straight face did nothing to reflect it.

But no matter how hard I tried not to laugh or smile I couldn't succeed. And trying to frown just proved to be even more traumatic for me. I probably looked like a fool as I half smiled, half frowned.

Even this angry and dangerous Harry, couldn't resist laughing at my face. His low chuckle just made me loose it. I laughed and smiled until my stomach and cheeks hurt.

"Harry? Paris?" Casper called back from the front of the club.

"I'll go first and give you a signal when the coast is clear." Harry grinned throw his slight chuckle.
"Deal." I pusses him away so I wouldn't be trapped.

Harry peered around he corner before I pushed him out in the open. "Hey, have you guys seen Paris yet? I searched this whole side of the building and she's not here." Harry's tone switch from playful, to his usual agititated voice.

"No, let's go check the other side, I didn't get there yet, and I want to get out of this shit hole as soon as possible."

They all agreed and turned their backs when they began looking. Just as they did, a drunk couple stumbled out of the door. Harry twisted and gave me a thumbs up, so I ran to stand behind them.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Harry winked.

"Calm down, I just went back in to look for something I dropped." I sassed and watched as everyone reappeared.

"Styles leave her alone, you're the one who dragged her ass here." Liam came to my side.

"Whatever, let's just get out of this shit hole. I've had enough encounters with twats and I really don't want any fucking more." The gentleness in his voice disappeared completely.

"Seriously." Casper rolled her eyes. Zayn just smiled down at her. His arm wrapped tightly around her back, chin resting on the too of her head. They really were the cutest thing ever.

Those words were the last from the group. Everyone just split apart in their direction of transportation. The last group of people had just made it to their cars a few blocks away by the time Harry and I were long gone, roads away. With the split look I got at them was filled with envy. Wishing they were in the tight nit group Harry has here. But let me be the first to tell them, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

The car ride was silent for the first ten minutes before Harry flicked on the radio. Some rap song with lots of saxophone blared through his speakers.

Wait, I know this song...

♫ There’s a party on 5th ave (a party on 5th ave)
Hit me if you tryna go (hit me if you tryna go)
I can be there in like 20
I’mma hump it and come runnin’, cause we gotta hit the road
Make you sure you gotta
Clean shirt, clean pants, new shoes
We’re just about there you choose
We’re at the party on 5th ave tonight
And that’s what I’m tryna do ♫

I belted out the lyrics to the chorus.

"What the actual fuck?" Harry gave me the most bewildering look ever.

"Just because I don't go to parties everyday and have tattoos doesn't mean I don't Mac Miller." I defended.

"Hold on for a fucking second. You know, what?" Harry clearly was having trouble comprehending what just happened.

"Get on my level bitch!" I smirked, making him even more amused by my Wiz Khalifia reference. "Alright, don't give me that look. So what, I know rap, well some rap. Big deal."

"Its late, they are playing all old songs. I'll give you fifty bucks if you know the chorus of the next song." He gave me a completely serious face.

"Deal, now drive safer!" I really didn't appreciate his eyes off the road. The next song came on and ways easy as fuck. Mirrors by Lil' Wayne ft. Bruno Mars.

♫ Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again? ♫

I sang each word out loud and proud, holding nothing back. I've actually never heard either of these songs on the radio until now, but who cares, I just got fifty bucks. "Pay up curly." I smirked with my hand out, waiting for my pay.

"You just got so damn lucky." He mumbled.

"So what? A deals a deal, pay up." I really perking up now. Harry just flipped me off and dug an Ulysses S. Grant out of his pocket. "Damn, where you going? A strip club?" I admired be bill.

Harry just gave me a disgusted look. He didn't even bother to acknowledge me or my question. On the bright side, he was driving a lot safer now than before.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"You, no. Him, yes." He snickered. "You enginite his gasoline."

"Oh, metaphoric." I hinted a smile whole he kept his raised eyebrow scowl. "What happened in there?"
"None of your fucking business. Stay out of it." He snipped.

"Is everything an argument to you? And don't you fucking reply with some snarky ass shit comment. All I was trying to do was help." I remained completly calm.

"Stay out of it. I don't need help from anyone." He toned down his growl.

"I object to that." I raised my hand and muttered.

"Well nobody fucking asked you. So fuck off!"

The urge I had to come back at him was overwhelming. All I wanted was the satisfactory of telling him off because he was being an ass. Here is a prime example of why I hate people. They are rude, impulsive, and selfish. Never caring how their words effect someone.

"It's funny how this is the same Harry who was just playfully laughing and smiling with me at the club." I murmured.

"Well I don't know who you were with, but I know it wasn't fucking me!"

And that was all I heard before I dozed off to sleep. Mentally and physically drained from tonight I guess. Nothing's as good as falling asleep to a sailors rant.

Notes

There's that double update I've been promising. Hope you enjoy these.

-E

Polyvore links haven't been working recently, so if you want to see he outfits Paris is wearing, look up my account.
It's purpleshmecks (don't judge, I didn't make it)
This outfit: Dazzle