♡ | T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S | ♡ CHAPTER 27

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"You took my heart and you held it in your mouth 

And with a word all my love came rushing out."

Harry stalked the streets of London and he hauled me into a secluded alley way.  

Oh My.  

I never thought I'd get such a thrill out of this.

I was smiling wickedly until I saw the look of distress if Harry's face.  

His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked strained.

He slammed me against him and kissed me ferociously.  

I gasped.

"What are you doing to me?" He then said and out of breath, as he kneeled down and rested his hands on his knees.

I looked at him, drinking in his current flustered state.  

It was rare Harry would be out of composure but, when he did I would speculate and observe intently.

"I'm sorry, Harry." I murmured.  

He pulled me into his arms.  

"You are the most frustrating woman ever." I laughed at his change in attitude.

"C'mon, let's go home."  

"No, Perrie invited me to go dancing with her."I mentioned last minute.  

Harry's stern look intimidated me 

but I stood my ground.

"Zayn's letting her go so --." I added meekly.  

"Why do you always chose to go against me?" He asked.  

"You're so difficult sometimes,Harry."  

He snorted.

I clasped him hand.  

"C'mon, take me dancing." I persisted.

"And it's hard to learn 

And it's hard to love 

When you're giving me such sweet nothing 

Sweet nothing, sweet nothing 

You're giving me such sweet nothing."

I danced violently, this was probably one of my favourite songs to dance 

to.  

Lana and I went insane and Harry was not far away getting an eyeful of me.  

I think I was over doing it because I was aware of Harry's intense stare.

Lana and I swayed together 

to the slow parts and enjoyed Florence's sultry voice.

Lana was glowing.  

She looked unbelievably happy.

Perrie joined us near the end of the song.  

She was probably too preoccupied with Zayny Boy.

We were all giggles and we shimmied all night long.

Lana and I hurried to get another refill of drinks when I was firmly grasped from behind.

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