Save Me From Myself
Chapter Eight
“Ow, fuck!” I screeched, the searing heat blistering my skin.
Harry came running into the room, fresh out of the shower, a towel at his waist. “What happened?!”
I turned around to face him, an over-exaggerated frown splayed across my lips. “I burnt myself on my curlers. The things I do to look good for you, Styles!” I put the heated bar down, making my way over to Harry, looking for sympathy. “Is it all red and horrible?” I pouted as I moved my hair away, exposing the scorched flesh.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, tentatively pressing his lips to the reddened patch on my skin. “You can hardly tell, I swear. Best just to leave it, ice will sting.” Harry arranged my hair over the burn, making the blemish disappear completely. “Perfect.” He smiled down at me, pecking my lips.
“Thanks babe. How much longer until the taxi gets here?” I asked as Harry looked down at his watch, taking in the position of the hands.
“Less than five minutes. I better get a move on.” He motioned to the towel clinging to his waist and we laughed in sync. “Are you nearly ready?”
I smoothed my dress down and took a step back, letting Harry look at my figure. “That depends. Do I look presentable?” I twirled 360 degrees, managing to stay steady on my high heels.
A smirk pulled at the corners of Harry’s mouth as his eyes flicked up and down my body. “You look gorgeous, Skyler, as always.”
Light blush crept onto my cheeks, a gentle smile lifting my face. “Go dry your hair or we’ll be late!” He pressed his lips to mine again before leaving the room. “And put some clothes on! You’re not going out in a towel, you’ll send off the wrong signals. You’re mine again tonight.” I heard him chuckle at my words and even though I was joking, seriousness was evident in my voice. I couldn’t wait to spend the night with my boyfriend and our friends. Just like old times but with the addition of paparazzi and crazed fans. As I packed the last few pieces into my clutch bag, I rolled my eyes at the thought that some of the guys’ fans were not actually old enough to get into pubs and clubs anyway, yet somehow they ended up making their way inside. My thoughts were interrupted by the taxi driver who had just pulled up out front, his horn sounding with two loud blows.
“Skyler, you ready?” Harry shouted from the kitchen as I walked out of our bedroom. “Oh, I didn’t realise you were on your way.” An apologetic smile graced his lips as he laced his fingers with mine and we left the house, both looking forward to a night out on the town.
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Conversation flowed easily as we all sat around in the booth, drinks disappearing quickly and our stomachs being filled with the sweet treat of dessert that we had ordered almost 45 minutes ago, but were still struggling to finish. Liam and his girlfriend were in one corner of the booth, feeding each other in a way that only they could. Louis, Zayn, Niall, Harry and I were looking defeated as our not-quite-empty plates were still sat in front of us. Louis glanced over to me, noting the frustration on my face for not clearing my plate. “Come on Skyler, you can do it!” He nodded towards my plate, the rest of the guys cheering along in support.
I shook my head, the sheer amount of perfectly white whipped cream against the bright yellow lemon tart that was left made me feel slightly sick. “I can’t do it, Lou. I just can’t!” I laughed it off as Harry pointed to something in the distance, my attention stolen for a brief moment before he spoke my name, making me turn to him quickly. I was met with his whipped cream covered finger catching me straight on the nose. I screwed my face up at the unfamiliarity and everyone else laughed, taking in the sight.
Grabbing the napkin from his lap, he carefully wiped the cream from my skin, mindful to not remove any of my make-up. I stared Harry straight in the eyes, grabbing his wrist and swirling my tongue around the tip of his finger as I licked the remaining cream off teasingly. The guys laughed out in shock whilst Harry shook his head and leaned forward, his lips grazing my ear and his voice a whisper only for me. “You are gonna get it so hard tonight, you bloody tease.” As we parted, Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. I ran my hand from his knee, up the inside of his thigh and to his crotch, putting pressure on the area for a moment. I smirked as conversation resumed as normal and Harry squeezed my waist tightly, a warning sign that I was really going to get it when we got home.
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We had left the restaurant just over an hour ago and had managed to get to the club unscathed. The place was heaving, totally packed with people so I had high hopes that everyone would be far too busy to notice that One Direction were having a night out together. Niall had called us all over to the bar, taking us from our positions on the dancefloor. Shots were line up from one section of the bar to the other, the barman stood there with a look of anticipation on his face. I shook my head and turned to Niall who looked completely smug. “Really, Niall? Really? I’ve had so much to drink already!” I whined, Harry pulling my close to him and kissing the back of my head.
“Okay, the last person to down their three shots has to get the next round in! The barman will count us in. Ready?” Niall gave out the instructions clearly, pointing to the guy behind the bar who was ready to count down. We all shouted in excitement as the barman started to count and we took our positions in line at the bar.
“3! 2! 1! Go!” In moments, empty shot glasses cluttered the bar and everyone looked up to see who was yet to finish. My eyes caught Liam’s as he was still struggling to knock back a shot of Tequila and the group cheered as he gave up.
I left Harry’s side and ran over to Liam. “Mine’s a vodka and orange, Li!” I winked, kissing him on the cheek as he squeezed my hand. Moving back over to Harry, I excused myself to the toilets and promised to meet everyone back on the dancefloor.
I bustled through the crowd of people, finally finding the ladies’ toilets so I could touch up my make up in the mirror. I grabbed my mascara out of my bag and set to work. Two of the stalls were occupied and I overheard a conversation that made me want to laugh.
“Oh my god Laura, I’m telling you, I’m almost positive that Niall Horan is here!”
“Seriously Kayley? I don’t think so. Plus, even if he was, I bet he’d be in the VIP section with the rest of the band, he wouldn’t hang out with us mere mortals!”
The way the girls gushed over Niall was hilarious. To think he was one of my closest friends but other people thought he was so untouchable was weird. All the guys were just like normal people their age when they were out. They still liked to have a good time and they don’t necessarily enjoy being cooped up in VIP corners all the time. I tucked my lipstick back in my bag and left the room.
Making my way back through the crowd, I spied the group and danced over, spotting a girl talking to Harry. He looked slightly uncomfortable, shifting on his feet but I left him to it, not wanting to make myself look rude in front of one of his fans. Niall tapped my shoulder and started dancing with me. We were right next to Harry and the girl and, even through the thumping music, I heard exactly what was being said.
I caught the girl’s voice first. “Are you gonna buy me a drink or shall we just go back to yours?” I giggled at what I was hearing and listened intently for Harry’s reply.
“I don’t think so, love. I’m with someone.” Harry looked up at this point and I caught his gaze. He winked at me, letting me know it was all under control.
“Is she as good-looking as me though? Can she give you what I can?” The girl carried on, moving closer to Harry and grinding on him.
Harry took a step back and shook his head, his curls moving quickly as he did so. “Yeah, see for yourself.”
I took that as my cue to move in, shimmying my way between Harry and the blonde and crashing my lips into his. I watched her stumble backwards on her heels as I turned my back to Harry and he wrapped his arm across my waist as we grinded our hips together in circles. Harry whispered in my ear as we both stared at the girl, our motions still in sync. “I’m going to push you against the bar, get your legs around my waist.” I smiled, the blonde still had her eyes fixed on Harry and I. Her jaw dropped as Harry did as he promised, pushing me up against the bar and grabbing my thighs when I wrapped my legs above his hips. The girl stormed off, nearly falling over herself as she pushed past some other people who had just seen our little show. I hopped down from Harry’s waist, smoothing down my dress as I laughed. “Anyone would think we’ve had to pull that act before.” My voice dripped with sarcasm and Harry laughed too.
“You get better at it every time. Wanna get out of here now? I’m pretty sure I promised that you would get it hard tonight and after that performance, there is no way in hell I’m breaking my promise.” I looked towards the exit of the club and tugged Harry’s arm, indicating that I wasn’t prepared to wait a minute longer. We didn’t even bother saying goodbye to the guys, it was obvious by now just where we would be.
Harry came running into the room, fresh out of the shower, a towel at his waist. “What happened?!”
I turned around to face him, an over-exaggerated frown splayed across my lips. “I burnt myself on my curlers. The things I do to look good for you, Styles!” I put the heated bar down, making my way over to Harry, looking for sympathy. “Is it all red and horrible?” I pouted as I moved my hair away, exposing the scorched flesh.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, tentatively pressing his lips to the reddened patch on my skin. “You can hardly tell, I swear. Best just to leave it, ice will sting.” Harry arranged my hair over the burn, making the blemish disappear completely. “Perfect.” He smiled down at me, pecking my lips.
“Thanks babe. How much longer until the taxi gets here?” I asked as Harry looked down at his watch, taking in the position of the hands.
“Less than five minutes. I better get a move on.” He motioned to the towel clinging to his waist and we laughed in sync. “Are you nearly ready?”
I smoothed my dress down and took a step back, letting Harry look at my figure. “That depends. Do I look presentable?” I twirled 360 degrees, managing to stay steady on my high heels.
A smirk pulled at the corners of Harry’s mouth as his eyes flicked up and down my body. “You look gorgeous, Skyler, as always.”
Light blush crept onto my cheeks, a gentle smile lifting my face. “Go dry your hair or we’ll be late!” He pressed his lips to mine again before leaving the room. “And put some clothes on! You’re not going out in a towel, you’ll send off the wrong signals. You’re mine again tonight.” I heard him chuckle at my words and even though I was joking, seriousness was evident in my voice. I couldn’t wait to spend the night with my boyfriend and our friends. Just like old times but with the addition of paparazzi and crazed fans. As I packed the last few pieces into my clutch bag, I rolled my eyes at the thought that some of the guys’ fans were not actually old enough to get into pubs and clubs anyway, yet somehow they ended up making their way inside. My thoughts were interrupted by the taxi driver who had just pulled up out front, his horn sounding with two loud blows.
“Skyler, you ready?” Harry shouted from the kitchen as I walked out of our bedroom. “Oh, I didn’t realise you were on your way.” An apologetic smile graced his lips as he laced his fingers with mine and we left the house, both looking forward to a night out on the town.
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Conversation flowed easily as we all sat around in the booth, drinks disappearing quickly and our stomachs being filled with the sweet treat of dessert that we had ordered almost 45 minutes ago, but were still struggling to finish. Liam and his girlfriend were in one corner of the booth, feeding each other in a way that only they could. Louis, Zayn, Niall, Harry and I were looking defeated as our not-quite-empty plates were still sat in front of us. Louis glanced over to me, noting the frustration on my face for not clearing my plate. “Come on Skyler, you can do it!” He nodded towards my plate, the rest of the guys cheering along in support.
I shook my head, the sheer amount of perfectly white whipped cream against the bright yellow lemon tart that was left made me feel slightly sick. “I can’t do it, Lou. I just can’t!” I laughed it off as Harry pointed to something in the distance, my attention stolen for a brief moment before he spoke my name, making me turn to him quickly. I was met with his whipped cream covered finger catching me straight on the nose. I screwed my face up at the unfamiliarity and everyone else laughed, taking in the sight.
Grabbing the napkin from his lap, he carefully wiped the cream from my skin, mindful to not remove any of my make-up. I stared Harry straight in the eyes, grabbing his wrist and swirling my tongue around the tip of his finger as I licked the remaining cream off teasingly. The guys laughed out in shock whilst Harry shook his head and leaned forward, his lips grazing my ear and his voice a whisper only for me. “You are gonna get it so hard tonight, you bloody tease.” As we parted, Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. I ran my hand from his knee, up the inside of his thigh and to his crotch, putting pressure on the area for a moment. I smirked as conversation resumed as normal and Harry squeezed my waist tightly, a warning sign that I was really going to get it when we got home.
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We had left the restaurant just over an hour ago and had managed to get to the club unscathed. The place was heaving, totally packed with people so I had high hopes that everyone would be far too busy to notice that One Direction were having a night out together. Niall had called us all over to the bar, taking us from our positions on the dancefloor. Shots were line up from one section of the bar to the other, the barman stood there with a look of anticipation on his face. I shook my head and turned to Niall who looked completely smug. “Really, Niall? Really? I’ve had so much to drink already!” I whined, Harry pulling my close to him and kissing the back of my head.
“Okay, the last person to down their three shots has to get the next round in! The barman will count us in. Ready?” Niall gave out the instructions clearly, pointing to the guy behind the bar who was ready to count down. We all shouted in excitement as the barman started to count and we took our positions in line at the bar.
“3! 2! 1! Go!” In moments, empty shot glasses cluttered the bar and everyone looked up to see who was yet to finish. My eyes caught Liam’s as he was still struggling to knock back a shot of Tequila and the group cheered as he gave up.
I left Harry’s side and ran over to Liam. “Mine’s a vodka and orange, Li!” I winked, kissing him on the cheek as he squeezed my hand. Moving back over to Harry, I excused myself to the toilets and promised to meet everyone back on the dancefloor.
I bustled through the crowd of people, finally finding the ladies’ toilets so I could touch up my make up in the mirror. I grabbed my mascara out of my bag and set to work. Two of the stalls were occupied and I overheard a conversation that made me want to laugh.
“Oh my god Laura, I’m telling you, I’m almost positive that Niall Horan is here!”
“Seriously Kayley? I don’t think so. Plus, even if he was, I bet he’d be in the VIP section with the rest of the band, he wouldn’t hang out with us mere mortals!”
The way the girls gushed over Niall was hilarious. To think he was one of my closest friends but other people thought he was so untouchable was weird. All the guys were just like normal people their age when they were out. They still liked to have a good time and they don’t necessarily enjoy being cooped up in VIP corners all the time. I tucked my lipstick back in my bag and left the room.
Making my way back through the crowd, I spied the group and danced over, spotting a girl talking to Harry. He looked slightly uncomfortable, shifting on his feet but I left him to it, not wanting to make myself look rude in front of one of his fans. Niall tapped my shoulder and started dancing with me. We were right next to Harry and the girl and, even through the thumping music, I heard exactly what was being said.
I caught the girl’s voice first. “Are you gonna buy me a drink or shall we just go back to yours?” I giggled at what I was hearing and listened intently for Harry’s reply.
“I don’t think so, love. I’m with someone.” Harry looked up at this point and I caught his gaze. He winked at me, letting me know it was all under control.
“Is she as good-looking as me though? Can she give you what I can?” The girl carried on, moving closer to Harry and grinding on him.
Harry took a step back and shook his head, his curls moving quickly as he did so. “Yeah, see for yourself.”
I took that as my cue to move in, shimmying my way between Harry and the blonde and crashing my lips into his. I watched her stumble backwards on her heels as I turned my back to Harry and he wrapped his arm across my waist as we grinded our hips together in circles. Harry whispered in my ear as we both stared at the girl, our motions still in sync. “I’m going to push you against the bar, get your legs around my waist.” I smiled, the blonde still had her eyes fixed on Harry and I. Her jaw dropped as Harry did as he promised, pushing me up against the bar and grabbing my thighs when I wrapped my legs above his hips. The girl stormed off, nearly falling over herself as she pushed past some other people who had just seen our little show. I hopped down from Harry’s waist, smoothing down my dress as I laughed. “Anyone would think we’ve had to pull that act before.” My voice dripped with sarcasm and Harry laughed too.
“You get better at it every time. Wanna get out of here now? I’m pretty sure I promised that you would get it hard tonight and after that performance, there is no way in hell I’m breaking my promise.” I looked towards the exit of the club and tugged Harry’s arm, indicating that I wasn’t prepared to wait a minute longer. We didn’t even bother saying goodbye to the guys, it was obvious by now just where we would be.
Notes
Helloooooooooooo!First off, I am sorry that it has taken me so long to post this! I have had it written for over a month and I actually thought I had posted it... Weirdddd!
Secondly, I hope to update the same time next week, so you won't be waiting nearly as long for another chapter!
I would really love to know what you thought, as always! Things you liked, things you didn't, things you wanna see... I wanna hear!
I hope you're all enjoying the sunshine, if you have it! I'm currently sat at the beach working on another piece of writing... Glorious weather is such fantastic motivation!
Love! x
please update!!!!! soon im so courios!Xxxx
12/13/13