Friend or Foe

—Hannah—

“Hello there love.”

I groan and put my head in my hands.
“What are you doing here?”

“Question is,” Harry grins and
bring his chair closer to mine. “What
are you doing here?”

“I can’t be here?” I spat back making
his dimples more prominent.

“Well,” Harry looked around and his
eyes trailed as a woman wearing
purple short shorts passed. I twisted
my face in disgust and he whipped his
head towards me with a grin. “Unless
you’re a secret lesbian, then I just got
lucky.”

“Ew,” I revolt and look at him in
disgust.

“So what brings you over here in
Hooters?” He leans back in his chair
and calls a woman over. She smiles
and bends over a little too much and
places two glasses of coke on the
table.

Harry smirks at the view and takes a
sip of his drink while I just stare.
“Drink,” he says with his intense green
eyes studying me.

“No.”

“Do you want something else?” he
asks as his eyes roam over to a Hooter
servant and then looks at me with
raised eyebrows. “I don’t think she’s
on the menu.”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said
and looked into his green eyes. “I am not
a lesbian.”

“Bi?”

“No.”

“Not even bi-possible? Or bi-curious?”
His eyes laugh and he chuckles. “I
don’t mind.”

“Ugh,” I groan and rub the side of my
face. “Go away, please.”

“I would, but then again I can’t leave a
perfect specimen behind,” he said
with humor and laughed. “I’m messing
with you Han, anyway what’s up?” His
eyes scanned my face and I knew I
looked horrific; especially my healing
lip and my freshly slapped pink cheek.
“You alright, you don’t look so great.”

“Thank you Harry, every girl loves to
hear that,” I roll my eyes and stare at a
steel tissue container and scan my
reflection. My hands go up to my hair
and I quickly wrap it into a bun. “And
I’m fine, thank you for asking,” I look at
him and give a lame smile.

“Firstly Miss Curran, your smile isn’t
going to fool anyone,” Harry says and
leans in closer to my face. “Work on it
love.”

He leans back and I look down in
embarrassment. Great, Harry Styles
making fun of my smile, my night
couldn’t get any better. I lean back in
the purple booth and stubbornly take
a sip of coke.

“Why don’t we ditch this place and go
out and enjoy the night life?” Harry
suddenly offered.

I look up in surprise and wrinkle my
forehead. “Why should I?”

“Because, I’m bored, you’re bored and
we’re both in New York and there’s a
reason why they call it, the city that never
sleeps,” Harry said and then stood up
from his chair. “Let’s go?”

I pursed my lips and bit down on them,
should I?

“Come on,” Harry probed and smiled.
“I promise I won’t bite.”

He gave a wicked smile and I
couldn’t help from grinning.

“Let’s go,” I say and stand up. Austin
already did his worst, and it wouldn’t
hurt to see New York City at night
anyways, and Harry was here. I'm
sure he won’t try his moves on me
and if he did, I wouldn’t mind. I was
sexually frustrated and I needed a new
taste.

“Nice car,” I acknowledge to his black
Range Rover and sit in the passenger
seat.

The windows were lightly tinted and
the inside was white leather and
smelled of autumn leaves and
something else. To me, it smelled like
sex. I glance at the back seat and
suppress a grin, I was sure he did a
girl in the back seat. I turn around and
put on my seat belt as Harry started the
car.

“Where are we going?” I ask and peer out
the window as bright lights flash by.

“You’ll see,” he chuckles and we’re in
Times Square, with the lights blinding me.

“What are you doing here in NYC?” I
ask, letting curiosity get the better of me.

“Tour,” he simply answers and does a
U turn.

I nod and play with my fingers, I
was in Harry Styles' car, so many
people would kill for this. And that
made me smile.

“You should know,” I say and stare at
Harry. “I’m not properly dressed.”

Harry takes his eyes off the road and
looks at my poor outfit, and then
smiles. “Let your hair loose and don’t
wear the hoodie.”

“Okay,” I answer uncertain and do as
I’m told.

My fingers clasp around my rubber
band and tug it loose, letting my hair
down and it was in loose waves due to
the bun. I shifted my arms out,
removing the hoodie and placed it on
my lap. Now I was wearing a simple
tank top and shorts. “Better?” I ask
and then blush.

“Much better,” he answers and smiles
as he stares at the road.

Harry stops his car and we get out and
I could see a long line of people. Harry
places his hand in mine as we walk
forward and I notice the line getting
longer. I gaze at my surroundings and
smell cigarettes and vodka. I had a
guess of where I was and then I
noticed the bouncers which made me
confirm my thoughts. Harry was taking
me to a club.

“Harry Styles,” he screams over the
music to the bouncers and he opens
the rope, ushering us inside. I glance
back at the people waiting in line.

“That’s not fair,” I pathetically say.

Harry chuckles, “You’re a Curran, you
should be used to it.”

I say no more and in a matter of
seconds I’m staring at grinding bodies
meshing together, cage dancers, and
music so loud I could practically hear
the floor vibrate. I glance up at Harry
and he looks down at me with a
certain glint in his eyes. He smiled
wide, showing his back teeth.

“WELCOME TO CLUB EUPHORIA!”

And whoops and cheers erupted from
the millions.

Notes