Handcuffed to a Flirt ( 1D Harry Styles)

Ch. 7 Melody

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---Harry's POV---

I stare a up at the ceiling, trying to sleep but can't seem to find it. I think back on what I saw today. She has a boyfriend. And it's obvious he loves her a lot too from the way he was looking at her. Why does this bother me? He shouldn't be looking at her and she shouldn't be returning the look. Why do I care?! She's not mine, she's not my property. I can't tell her what to feel. But I can change her mind. For some reason, I still want her. I thought that now that I know that she has a boyfriend, I would be over her, moving on! Wait. Who's says I can't move on. I glance at the clock and check the time. 11:45 pm. Okay, perfect time to go clubbing.

I get up, change into dark jeans and a plaid shirt. I brush my hair abit, grab my keys and head out the door. I make my way down the stairs and see Louis and Niall in the living room watching tv.

"Going out are we?" Louis raises an eyebrow at me. "Yeah, I'm going out for a while. Don't wait up" I need to distract my mind a bit and forget about the cafe girl. That's what I'm calling her now, cafe girl.

"Is my Hazzaboo gonna get wasted?" He asked in a little baby voice. I glared at him and just shook my head even though they new i was. I don't think thats something you need to ask anymore. As I walked out the door Louis graped me before I could leave.

"Listen Harry, I know something is bugging you. If you want to talk, you know I'm here right?" He asked this time more serious. I nodded at him and walked out the door.

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I parked the car and made my way inside the club. As soon as I walk in, the smell of alcohol hit me instantly. I walk towards the bar and order a shot of vodka and a beer. I drink the shot first, letting the vodka burn down my throat. I look around and could see everyone dancing and getting wasted. There were girls grinding on each other, couples going into private rooms and then there were the people that were straight up drunk. I hope I don't end up to drunk by the end of the night.  

I finish up the beer and order another one and another one and another one. Every time I would drink another one, I would think of her. The cafe girl. Why? I have no clue. Everything just seemed to remind me her. The way her eyes turn gray when she's mad or how she rejects me every time with such confidence. I've never seen that before. I just intrigued me more. I want her. That's it I can't keep lying to myself. I want her and I have to have her. No girl has ever said no to me and it's not gonna start now.

I didn't even realise I was drinking until the bar tender tells me I'm on my 20th beer. Dam! I'm done for the night. Well, I guess it's time to have some fun. I look around and spot a blonde in the back. She wore a black mini that looked too short for her with a pink crop top and her blonde hair was loose. Her make up was all smudged, it made her look like she had two black eyes. She also appeared to be getting high with other girls. An easy target. I make my way towards the back where she is and give her a smile.

I sit next to her and whispered in her ear, " You wanna go some where more private?" Her eyes light up and I grin. Her other friends giggle and ask if they could tag along.

"Sure! The more the marrrier!" I respond to them. Okay, I was officially drunk if I was going to a private room with three girls. Yet I didn't care. Normally I would have said no cause its wrong. But right now it feels so right. As if this was gonna help me forget the cafe girl.

The two other blondes were dressed smililar to blonde 1. They graped my hand and dragged me out towards the parking lot. They each go on either side of me and start taking me to what looks like a hotel that was across the street of the club. As we cross the street, I see a girl on the other side walking towards the club. I stare at her and she caught my gaze. She seemed so familiar. My eyes widen in shock. It was the cafe girl.