Devotion
Chapter Seven
One Week Later
“You look nice today.” James complimented me as he ‘helped’ me in the copying room while we were working. I was photocopying a few papers while he stood behind me, his hands wrapped around my waist with his head resting on the shoulder. “Actually, you always look nice.” He whispered into my ear. No-one at work knew about James and I so the only time we could be close was in hiding (for example, the copying room). “Let’s do something tonight.” He declared.
“Sure.” I replied, forcing myself to pull away from his arms just in case a co-worker walked in. “What?”
“How about we go out to a club? We can bring Harry and Brooke.” He told me.
“That sounds fun.” I lied. Did I mention I’m not a partying person?
“Cool, we’ll pick you girls up at seven. We can go out for dinner beforehand.” I smiled before saying good-bye to James and watching him walk off back to his office.
-
“Do I look alright?” Brooke asked as she came running out of the bathroom, her long blonde hair floating behind her. “This is the first time Harry will be seeing me at a night-club and I need the perfect outfit. I’m going for half mysterious and half slutty.” She said as she came to a stand-still in front of me. I raised my eye-brows up at her statement. “Fine, mostly slutty then.” She replied. “But do I look alright?” Brooke was wearing a short black dress, which she accentuated with red lipstick and a mass amount of jewelry (http://www.thecelebritydresses.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/650x650/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/a/m/amanda_seyfried_red_carpet_mini_black_cocktail_party_homecoming_dress.jpeg.jpg).
“You look great.” I complimented her.
“So do you!” She cried. “Wow! You look hot as!” She sent a wink in my direction. I was wearing a multi-colored green and red dress and high heeled boots. My hair was left to hang around my shoulders (http://www.glamour.com/fashion/blogs/dressed/2010/03/01/0301leighton-meester-marios-schwab_fa.jpg).
“Thanks.” I grinned.
“You are so getting some tonight.” Brooke laughed. “I doubt James will be able to take his hand off you!”
-
“I’ll get the drinks!” Brooke called out as we entered the club. The large space was packed full with people of all different shapes and sizes dancing together like they all had no care in the world besides which arm they were using to fist-pump.
“I’ll help you.” James called, following Brooke to the bar, leaving Harry and I behind.
“I don’t usually come to places like this.” Harry admitted nervously. We had both become increasingly close over the past few weeks.
“Neither.” I told him honestly as I caught his eye.
“You look great, by the way.” He smiled as he looked down at me. I could feel this spark running through me and I knew he felt it too. I was just about to reply when I noticed James and Brooke come crashing back with multiple shots in their hands.
“SHOT TIME!” Brooke screamed, getting a little carried away as she drank all of the shots she was holding.
“Try to leave some for us next time, B.” I winked at her while trying to grab the empty glasses off her to put somewhere safe.
“More!” She cried and ran back to the bar, almost tripping over her heels. I heard Harry chuckle beside me.
“She’s crazy.” He laughed to himself.
Twenty minutes later and all four of us were drunk in our own ways, but no-one was obviously as drunk as much as Brooke currently was. “I wanna dance!” Brooke slurred her words, while trying to get herself onto the dance floor without falling over… It was hilarious. Brooke went off alone and danced with the DJ while James went off to the bathroom on the other-side of the club. Harry and I were left by ourselves again.
“You’re so beautiful.” Harry grinned as he pulled me up onto the dance floor. I knew I was getting into some dangerous territory but I don’t know whether it was my drunken mind or something weird happening but I continued to go along with it.
“You to, Harry.” I laughed. “You’re a beautiful bee!” I cried before throwing my head back to laugh loudly.
“Buzzzz…” Harry mimicked a bee while trying to dance making me laugh even more.
“Stop!” I giggled. Suddenly, the attitude between us turned serious. Brooke and James were no-where in sight and Harry and I could feel a strong un-breakable connection pulsing between us. I could feel us slowly coming closer, our bodies suddenly only inches apart. I saw Harry’s head moving in slowly, causing my sober mind to take control. “Harry…” I said, taking a step away from him, my head positioned to stay looking at the ground. “I can’t.” I told him.
“Fine, whatever.” Harry said madly before walking off, trying to find Brooke. I was left alone, standing in the middle of sweaty, horny youth trying to find someone I knew.
-
“Are you sure?” James asked as the taxi pulled up at mine and Brooke’s apartment block a few hours later.
“I’m sure. I’m super tired and I don’t feel all that well. I’ll come see you early tomorrow morning.” I promised as I watched James face become consumed with sadness.
“Ok.” He replied. “Harry, are you coming home?” James asked and looked over to his best-friend who was making out with my best-friend beside us. “Harry!” he yelled.
“What?” Harry murmured as he pulled away from Brooke reluctantly. A few minutes later and I had deciphered that Harry was staying with Brooke tonight while he left James to go home alone. I quickly paid for the taxi before jumping out and saying good-bye to James.
“You better come see me tomorrow!” He yelled loudly out of the car window as he was driven away by the yellow taxi.
“I love Jamesss.” Brooke slurred. “He has a cool name.” She stated.
“Let’s get you to bed.” I told her before dragging both her and Harry up to the elevator, into the apartment and finally to bed. The both feel asleep, side by side within a few seconds of their heads reaching the pillows. Harry’s brown curly hair spilled over his side of the bed, his eye clenched shut as if he was thinking really hard about something puzzling. He looked so beautiful at this moment, I just wanted to hold and cuddle him for the whole night.
“You look nice today.” James complimented me as he ‘helped’ me in the copying room while we were working. I was photocopying a few papers while he stood behind me, his hands wrapped around my waist with his head resting on the shoulder. “Actually, you always look nice.” He whispered into my ear. No-one at work knew about James and I so the only time we could be close was in hiding (for example, the copying room). “Let’s do something tonight.” He declared.
“Sure.” I replied, forcing myself to pull away from his arms just in case a co-worker walked in. “What?”
“How about we go out to a club? We can bring Harry and Brooke.” He told me.
“That sounds fun.” I lied. Did I mention I’m not a partying person?
“Cool, we’ll pick you girls up at seven. We can go out for dinner beforehand.” I smiled before saying good-bye to James and watching him walk off back to his office.
-
“Do I look alright?” Brooke asked as she came running out of the bathroom, her long blonde hair floating behind her. “This is the first time Harry will be seeing me at a night-club and I need the perfect outfit. I’m going for half mysterious and half slutty.” She said as she came to a stand-still in front of me. I raised my eye-brows up at her statement. “Fine, mostly slutty then.” She replied. “But do I look alright?” Brooke was wearing a short black dress, which she accentuated with red lipstick and a mass amount of jewelry (http://www.thecelebritydresses.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/650x650/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/a/m/amanda_seyfried_red_carpet_mini_black_cocktail_party_homecoming_dress.jpeg.jpg).
“You look great.” I complimented her.
“So do you!” She cried. “Wow! You look hot as!” She sent a wink in my direction. I was wearing a multi-colored green and red dress and high heeled boots. My hair was left to hang around my shoulders (http://www.glamour.com/fashion/blogs/dressed/2010/03/01/0301leighton-meester-marios-schwab_fa.jpg).
“Thanks.” I grinned.
“You are so getting some tonight.” Brooke laughed. “I doubt James will be able to take his hand off you!”
-
“I’ll get the drinks!” Brooke called out as we entered the club. The large space was packed full with people of all different shapes and sizes dancing together like they all had no care in the world besides which arm they were using to fist-pump.
“I’ll help you.” James called, following Brooke to the bar, leaving Harry and I behind.
“I don’t usually come to places like this.” Harry admitted nervously. We had both become increasingly close over the past few weeks.
“Neither.” I told him honestly as I caught his eye.
“You look great, by the way.” He smiled as he looked down at me. I could feel this spark running through me and I knew he felt it too. I was just about to reply when I noticed James and Brooke come crashing back with multiple shots in their hands.
“SHOT TIME!” Brooke screamed, getting a little carried away as she drank all of the shots she was holding.
“Try to leave some for us next time, B.” I winked at her while trying to grab the empty glasses off her to put somewhere safe.
“More!” She cried and ran back to the bar, almost tripping over her heels. I heard Harry chuckle beside me.
“She’s crazy.” He laughed to himself.
Twenty minutes later and all four of us were drunk in our own ways, but no-one was obviously as drunk as much as Brooke currently was. “I wanna dance!” Brooke slurred her words, while trying to get herself onto the dance floor without falling over… It was hilarious. Brooke went off alone and danced with the DJ while James went off to the bathroom on the other-side of the club. Harry and I were left by ourselves again.
“You’re so beautiful.” Harry grinned as he pulled me up onto the dance floor. I knew I was getting into some dangerous territory but I don’t know whether it was my drunken mind or something weird happening but I continued to go along with it.
“You to, Harry.” I laughed. “You’re a beautiful bee!” I cried before throwing my head back to laugh loudly.
“Buzzzz…” Harry mimicked a bee while trying to dance making me laugh even more.
“Stop!” I giggled. Suddenly, the attitude between us turned serious. Brooke and James were no-where in sight and Harry and I could feel a strong un-breakable connection pulsing between us. I could feel us slowly coming closer, our bodies suddenly only inches apart. I saw Harry’s head moving in slowly, causing my sober mind to take control. “Harry…” I said, taking a step away from him, my head positioned to stay looking at the ground. “I can’t.” I told him.
“Fine, whatever.” Harry said madly before walking off, trying to find Brooke. I was left alone, standing in the middle of sweaty, horny youth trying to find someone I knew.
-
“Are you sure?” James asked as the taxi pulled up at mine and Brooke’s apartment block a few hours later.
“I’m sure. I’m super tired and I don’t feel all that well. I’ll come see you early tomorrow morning.” I promised as I watched James face become consumed with sadness.
“Ok.” He replied. “Harry, are you coming home?” James asked and looked over to his best-friend who was making out with my best-friend beside us. “Harry!” he yelled.
“What?” Harry murmured as he pulled away from Brooke reluctantly. A few minutes later and I had deciphered that Harry was staying with Brooke tonight while he left James to go home alone. I quickly paid for the taxi before jumping out and saying good-bye to James.
“You better come see me tomorrow!” He yelled loudly out of the car window as he was driven away by the yellow taxi.
“I love Jamesss.” Brooke slurred. “He has a cool name.” She stated.
“Let’s get you to bed.” I told her before dragging both her and Harry up to the elevator, into the apartment and finally to bed. The both feel asleep, side by side within a few seconds of their heads reaching the pillows. Harry’s brown curly hair spilled over his side of the bed, his eye clenched shut as if he was thinking really hard about something puzzling. He looked so beautiful at this moment, I just wanted to hold and cuddle him for the whole night.
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7/18/13