Friend or Foe

—Hannah—

“This place is so awesome!” I shriek
over the pumping music and smirk as I
watch bodies grind on each other. I
definitely wanted to grind on someone
and unleash my inner whore. And then
I smiled even bigger and looked up, I
had the famous Harry Styles with me.
“Come on!” I yell and grab his sleeve,
tugging him to the bar.

“ID?” the bartender asked.

“I don’t have an ID,” I said in my posh
British accent.

“No ID, no drinks,” the man stated and
walked over to another person waiting
for a drink.

I turned around and leaned my back
on the neon lighted counter and
pouted.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked,
practically screaming.

“No drinks!”

Harry smiled a sly smile and walked
two feet away from where the man
was serving tequila to a woman. Harry
spoke to him and from his back jean
pocket he pulled out his wallet and
flashed a card to a man. The man
seemed to nod and I watched as Harry
brought two white drinks with him.

“Here,” he handed me a shot glass.
“Drink it.”

“What is it?” I looked at the white drink
and it was fizzing. I looked up at him in
question and he grinned like a little
bad boy. “It’s called orgasm.”

“What?!” I laugh. “Are you serious?” I
couldn’t believe it.

Harry nods and clinks his glass with
mine. “Wouldn’t mind giving you an
orgasm either.”

I smile seductively or at least tried and
together we tilted our heads back and
drank. I puckered my face at the sour
taste and then it turned hot and spicy.
Harry mirrored my expression and
then we burst into a fistful of laughter.

“Your face,” I laugh and Harry just
rolls his eyes.

He stands beside me and we turn and
we face a variety of drinks.

“Which ones?” he asks me and tilts his
head.

I look at all the neon colored drinks
and bottles and then grin up at Harry
with desire. “All of it.”

Harry looks down at me and smirks
and then calls the bartender over. We
try dozens of shots and keep calling
the poor bartender over to serve us
more. I didn’t care what I was doing, it
felt good to be reckless and it felt
awesome to forget my morals and act
like a complete crazy person.

“Hey!” I slur and call the bartender
over. “Moooooree.”

He serves us each eight shot glass filled
with tequila and Harry and I drink it all
in pure delight. This was my first time
drinking and it felt amazing.

“Let’s partay!” I shriek and walk to the
dance floor.

I wasn’t sure if Harry followed me or
not but I didn’t care. In a matter of
seconds I'm in a mosh of dancing people
and I followed the music and soon I
was grinding on others. I stuck my
middle finger in the air and started
dancing with this random blonde girl. I
had no idea what song was playing
but I didn’t give abdamn, my body and
my heart was concentrated on the
dance floor and it was plain awesome.
Adrenaline was coursing through my
system and I felt my senses heighten
due to my excess drinking. If I was in
London, my dad would never approve
and neither would Austin, my monstrous
boyfriend who thought he was God.
And I never thought I’d be in the ‘it’
clubs in New York City and with Harry
Styles, I was going in new territory.

I felt someone grab my waist and I
turned around and saw it was Harry
with a drunken smile on his face, and
it made him look so adorable, due to
his dimples, and sexy all at the same
time, hot. Harry grabbed me close to
him and soon our hips were swaying
and then I started dancing like a
whore. I guess it was due to the
environment and alcohol coursing
through my veins because I was all
over him, I mean as in everywhere.
And dimple boy was enjoying this,
making me glow with pride. A girl with
a cute pixie cut grabbed Harry and
stared dancing on him. He just stood
there, shocked since that girl was
rubbing her butt in the middle of
jeans, I mean ew, control your freaking
whore-mones.

I glared at the pixie girl and grabbed
Harry by the shoulder and snapped at
the pixie chick. “He’s mine!” I scream
at her face. “Find yourself another one
hoe.”

I could feel the back of my neck
heating up and it would happen when
I would be angry or sexually aroused,
which hasn’t happened much. I turn
around and Harry smirks down at me.
“I’m yours?” He raised a brow eye
brow in question and whispered in my
ear, sending shivers down my
spines.

I take his head into mine, I couldn’t
control myself now, I needed sex from
him. I needed him to touch me, I
needed him to make me feel like a
woman, and give me better sex that
wouldn’t feel like masturbation. I lead
him through crowds of drunken
dancers and I spot an exit door and I
push it open, cold air greeting me.
Little light was coming through and it
was a fair escape route and it smelled
of alcohol and pot. I push him against
the wall and his green eyes go wide. I
close the distance between us, leaving
some feet away and just stare at his
chest. I let my fingers runs through his
shirt and I feel his hardened chest and
lick my chapped lips. My gaze meets
Harry’s eyes and he seemed confused
and then his face changes, taken over
by lust. His massive hands grip my
hips and he spins me so I’m the one
against the wall. I feel the cold of the
wall behind me and I arched my back
against the cold but Harry pushes me
with one of his hands which were
placed on my shoulders. The other
was on the wall and he leaned into
me, and I felt his ragged breath
heating the central core of my body.

And then he cupped my face with his
huge hands and pressed his warm
lush lips on mine. I gasp in surprise
and kiss him back, forgetting the cold
wall behind me. He pulls back and his
green eyes search my blue ones.

“You’re actually not screaming,” he
said and he didn’t even sound like he
was affected by the alcohol.

“Why would I?” I ask, shocked.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“I… we broke up,” I lied.

“Really?” He said his tone sarcastic.

“Do you want me to leave,” I say, “then
I will, I don’t need to play twenty
questions, I’m sure you lured me into
this club so you could defame me and
my family,” I spit out at his face.

Harry clenched his jaw and then he
kissed me hard and abruptly pulled away
and his arms snaked around my tiny
waist and roughly pushed me into him,
making me gasp. And I felt a bulge.

“Wrong,” he bit out, his accent heavy
with scorn. “I’m not that complicated
Hannah. Truth is I wanted you ever since
I met you in that damned room. Because I
got a bigger charge out of that in just
five minutes than I did with any girl or
woman.” He pushed me closer into
him and growled out the words. “No
secret ploy against your family, no
hidden agendas, plain and simple, I’m
just interested in screwing your brains
out.”

My face was stiff with offended
bewilderment. Before I could answer
back, Harry kissed me. I pushed at him
and his mouth lifted, causing me to
lose my focus. He took my head in
both his hands, fingers shaping
around my skull. His lips fed mine
again. The taste and heat of him were
unbearably sweet as his tongue sank into
my mouth. The pleasure of it went
screaming through me, hunger striking
against fire. His arm went around my
back, shielding me from the cold wall
and the other down my body. I kissed
him back, licking his mouth as he did
to mine. I was losing control. His
mouth broke from mine, roughly
searching the side of my neck. The
rasp of his shaven jaw sent jolts of
delight right down to my stomach.

“I’m not a gentle man,” he went on,
gripping my body, his breath hot on
my skin. “I can’t get you into bed with
fancy words or nice manners, but I’d
break any law for you. If you’d gone
with me that day we met, I would’ve
taken you away to London and keep
you there for a week. And I’d make
sure you’d never wanted to leave.”

As the arm tightened behind me, I
arched my torso upwards. I realized
Harry’s hand went up my tank top and
then he cupped my breasts. And then
his hand crept to my back, and he
popped my bra straps. He made my
bra slip and then he cupped the
weight of my breast, his thumb
probing the tip. I gasped loudly as he
tugged rhythmically sending washes
of pleasure through me. Tears were
stinging in my eyes because it felt so
good. He kissed me again, the kiss rich
and drugging.

“I want you in my bed,” he muttered.
“I’ll give it any way you want it…
long, slow, hard, easy…Hell, I’d even
try to do it the proper way if that’s
what gets you off. You think I want you
because you’re a Curran? I wish you
were anyone but a fucking Curran. Your
kind of people have looked down on my
family and I for years.”

“I never looked down on you,” I
snapped shaking with frustration and
desire. “If you knew anything about
me, you’d never say that.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he
growled. “Your boyfriend Austin, still got
feelings for him?”

“No,” I pushed Harry’s hand away from
my chest and worked to clasp my bra.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me
and I’ll leave you alone.”

“I'm not good at this,” I burst out. “My
god, isn’t that obvious? Austin is the only
one I've slept with. I can’t be casual
about this.”

But a second ago I was. Ugh, stupid
hormones. But I had never meant to
say that. But I was helpless, sex, pain,
and fear were all mixed up in my
head. Harry went still. In one second,
everything changed. He forced my
face upwards, his hand cupping the
back of my head. His eyes were green
even in the dark as he stared at me.
Slowly his grip gentled, turning
protective, his free hand stroking the
goose bumps on my upper hand. I
realized he was stunned. It hadn’t
occurred to him that I was
inexperienced to play the game.

“Hannah,” the new softness in his voice
made my trembling worse. “I didn’t
know. I thought---“

“That I’m a snob. A rich spoiled brat—“

“Hush.”

“But I—“

“Hush.”

I fell silent as he embraced me, part of
me wanting to escape. I twisted to find
his mouth and he gave me what I
wanted, kissing me with slow hunger.
With his free hand, he pulled the strap
of my tank top up to my shoulders. I
jumped as his hands clasped my bare
hip. He kissed my throat and said
things I half heard. I let him enter my
mouth with his tongue freely mingling
with mine and I felt the bulge on his
jeans again. I pulled back scared.

“What is it?” Harry asked, in rough
panting.

“Leave me alone,” I snapped. “Don’t
touch me.”

“Hannah,” his voice ragged. “Did I hurt
you?”

“I’m not into fucking in public places,”
I said coldly. “And I don’t like being
pushed.”

Notes

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