Chapter 15: Partying in Disguise

When Louis suggested going to a party, I immediately checked the time. The clock read 12:30AM. I didn’t want to be the Debbie-downer of the group, so I remained quiet. I’m sure the party atmosphere would add more fuel to my fire.

The whole group was really excited. Eleanor said, “Let me just go fix my make-up.”

Louis than stated, “Why don’t we all take a few minutes to get ready and then we will head out. We all nodded and headed back to our rooms.

Harry closed the door behind him and walked over to his bags. “What’s going on?” I asked.

He smiled and replied, “Mads, I think you’ll be happy to know that I literally thought of everything.” He pulled out a whole new outfit for himself, although it didn’t really look like something he would wear, ever. It consisted of khaki jeans, a button down shirt, and some sort of sweater vest.

I looked at him with an odd face, “What’s that for?” His grin grew even wider, “This, my dear… is my disguise.”

I hadn’t even thought about our secret since we entered the hotel. I exclaimed, “Harry! You are so brilliant!” He chuckled, “I know, I know.” I laughed at his sarcastic tone.

Harry then started to undo the buttons on his shirt when I rather loudly asked, “What are you doing?” He continued to undress as he calmly replied, “Mads, it’s not like you haven’t seen me stripped down to my briefs before.”

I was looking the other way when I spoke, “I know, but”

He cut me off, “One thing you need to know about me love, is that I love the feeling of being free like this. So you might as well get used to it. One time I even stripped down completely nude on a plane.”

I turned my face towards him with surprise, “You did not!”

He laughed at my reaction, “I did. It was so hot up there.”

Still laughing I said, “It’s still… not really… socially acceptable Harry.”

He smirked, “The people were sleeping. They didn’t seem to mind.” I couldn’t stop giggling at the thought of Harry being on a plane with other people completely unclothed. He must have been so comfortable with himself.

By the time my giggles finally resided, Harry was all dressed again. I smiled at his new look. “Well Harry, you are certainly dress differently, but the hair needs to be a bit different.

He rummaged through his bag, “Here put this in my hair.” It was a bottle of hair gel. I wetted down, brushed, and gelled Harry’s hair. It looked really slick. He pulled one last thing out of his bag and looked in the mirror above the dresser. He slipped on a pair of overly large glasses and looked towards me. I could barely tell that he was Harry.

In shock I stated, “You don’t look like you at all.”

He nodded his head in agreement, “That’s kind of the point Mads.” I laughed a little more.

We walked out to meet the other six people waiting for us. “It’s about time!” Niall piped up.

Then everyone’s attention was on Harry. Liam shouted, “Haz, is that you?”

Louis added, “Who are you, and what have you done with my Harry?”

We all laughed at their expressions. Harry replied to them, “I needed a disguise if Mads and I plan to keep this secret.” They all nodded agreeing.

Zayn pointed out, “Well we can’t very well call you Harry then, can we?” It was true. If we were going to call him by his name, it would be pretty obvious.

“Yes, a name.” Niall stated.

We all gave each other pondering stares for a moment when I shyly piped up, “What about, Marcel?”

Louis practically squealed, “Perfect! It’s such a nerd name for this alternate ego he’s got going on. That was great thinking, Maddie!” I smiled knowing I picked a good name choice.

We all left the hotel room and exited the hotel the same way we entered, through the back. We all piled into the SUV once more when Perrie asked, “Where are we going? Do we even know?”

We all laughed realizing we didn’t. “Let’s just stop at the first club we see.” Louis shouted. We all agreed.

We were soon dropped off at a rather happening club called, “Liquid.” It was an odd sort of name I thought. We all exited the car and walked straight up to the front doors. There wasn’t a line at all since it was already late.

The huge bouncer noticed the boys and said, “Aren’t you boys One Direction?”

Louis smiled while looking to Harry and me, “Most of us here, yeah.”

The bouncer smiled, “Welcome to New York,” as he opened the ropes guarding the front entrance of the club. As Harry and I passed him he gave us a suspicious glance before shaking his head and turning away. I latched onto Harry tighter, hoping this plan was going to work.

We entered the club and our group fanned out before we could say another word to each other. The music was roaring, lights were flashing everywhere, and there were tons of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Harry looked down to me, “Well what shall we do first?”

I smiled at him, “Well, Marcel, let’s go get some drinks.”

He smiled back and pushed up his overly large glasses, “Good idea.”

We walked over the bar where the bar tender was passing out drinks left and right. He walked over to us giving Harry an odd glare. It must have been weird to see such a nerdy man out this late, at a club no less. Harry ordered a drink for both of us. I couldn’t hear what over the blaring music. The bartender returned shortly with two beverages rather dark in color.
I took it apprehensively, “What’s this?” I asked.

He smiled, “It’s good. Just drink it.”

I gulped it down and he was right. It wasn’t too bad. Then a question popped into my head, “Har… Marcel. How did we even get drinks here? We are under age.”

He chuckled, “Well Maddie, that’s the beauty of tagging along with One Direction. I hear they pretty much get to do what they please.”

I stared up to the air, “Huh.”

We stood near the bar for a while watching the commotion around us. I also wondered why nobody was freaking out because One Direction was here, but they were probably all either too drunk to notice, or were cool enough to give the boys and their girls some personal space.

Harry soon realized I was watching the people dancing. He then grabbed my arm a tugged me out into the middle of it all. The whole way, people were giving us confused expressions. I chuckled because even in their drunk states, they noticed there was something odd about Harry being there. Harry didn’t mind though, he was soon flailing his arms around, much like the first party I attended with him. I think our buzzes from the few drinks we had were starting to kick in. We started doing all sorts of crazy dance moves. Harry was doing the sprinkler, the washing machine, the grocery cart, and tons of others he created off the top of his head. It was nice to just cut loose with him. It was just so funny to see this boy dressed up in an outfit that looked like it belonged in an office, becoming the life of the party.

The night went on and a few more drinks were had. I was having the time of my life, even though my vision was slowly blurring. As the minutes ticked on, the dancing was becoming grungier and bodies were coming a lot closer to one another. I have never been one to like “dirty” dancing, but it was happening throughout the entire club. Harry was dancing behind me, although I don’t really remember it all too much. What I do remember was the feeling of Harry being taken away from me. I looked behind me to see what happened. In my dazed state, I surprised I was able to call out his disguise name, “Marcel??”

That was when my vision came back to me suddenly and swiftly. A girl I didn’t recognize had snatched Harry away and was literally all over him and his nerd suit.

I could hear her slurring and practically shouting, “You mussst be new here, Marc-ce;?! You s-so adorable. Its’s kinda h-hhot!” Her hands were trapping him while she ruffled his slicked hair and tugged at his button down shirt. I just stood there stupefied.

Harry must have been a bit out of it, because I don’t think he really realized what was happening until his green orbs caught mine. I immediately turned and ran away as he pushed the drunken girl off of him and started to run after me. I ran as fast as I could, not very gracefully, out the entrance of the club. I turned the corner into an alley and sat down against the wall with my hands in my palms as a few tears began to roll down my face. The late night, cool breeze felt nice against my hot and sweaty body.

Within a few seconds Harry was right by my side wrapping his arms around me as he tried to sooth me, “Mads. I am so sorry! I didn’t even realize what was happening. That girl, she just grabbed me. I’m sorry Mads!” I didn’t say anything for a moment. I then brushed his arms off of me so I could pick my head up out of my hands to look at him.

“I know it’s not your fault.” I began as a few more tears ran down my cheeks. “I know you didn’t do anything…but it just boggles my mind to think that even when you are not Harry Styles of One Direction, girls still just want to latch on to you.”

His green eyes were digging deep into mine as he thought of a response.

“Mads, I’m sorry. She was just so drunk.”

I nodded, “I understand that. I just never expected that to happen to you as… Marcel.”

We both chuckled a bit. He brushed his hair back with his hand and said, “I think Marcel is a rather charming fellow.”

I half smiled back, “He must be.”

There was another short pause before I spoke, “I just… don’t want to even imagine what it’s going to be like when you aren’t disguised and multiple people are all over you like that.”

He nodded as he started to rub my back with the arm still wrapped around me. He looked up at the sky and then back to me, “Mads…when you see that happening…you must know… They are just my fans. Although they are so incredibly important to me, I don’t have eyes for any other person… just for you.”

The way he said that in his sexy and husky voice triggered something inside of me. Before I knew it, I was leaning into him with my lips touching his first. He was surprised by my sudden change in emotion, but he was so good at adjusting because he was instantly kissing me back. The kiss was filled with all sorts of passion. I grabbed the back of his head, roughly making a mess of his tidy hair, as he grunted from the temporary discomfort. He then got onto his knees as he began to stand, pulling me up by my arms. He instantly pushed me back into the wall of the building, and pinned me in place with his arms on either side of my head. Our kisses grew deeper as our tongues began to dance. My hands were wrapped around his back as I started tugging at the sweater vest he had on.

He noticed what I was trying to do and then stepped back from me suddenly. I gave him an odd face, “What’s wrong?”

He quickly responded, practically out of breath, “Nothing, let’s just get out of here.” He laced my hand as we walked out from the alley. There were tons of paparazzi outside the club, most likely to catch a glimpse of the boys. Luckily, they paid no attention to us as Harry called a taxi. We climbed in a Harry told the driver the name of our hotel. He looked at me and said, “I just need to text the guys we are leaving, and to warn them about the paps outside.” I nodded.

We were soon back at the hotel. Harry paid the driver as we climbed out and he grabbed my hand once again leading me into the building. Every few steps Harry would stop to give me a quick and very lustful kiss on the lips. We returned to our hotel suite, where we headed straight for our bedroom.

Harry practically slammed the door behind us as I lunged towards him. Soon our bodies were embraced in each other. I threw the fake glasses away from his face as he began kissing and sucking all over my neck. The feeling sent shivers through out my entire body as I let out a faint moan. I started lifting at the seam of his vest as he reached his arms up so I could take it off of him. His lips returned to mine as I started at the buttons of his shirt. It seemed like there were so many, but when I finally got the last one, I ripped it down his arms and threw it to the ground. I took my lips away from his as I caught a glimpse of all his tattoos out of the corner of my eye. I rubbed my hand down his chest feeling over the butterfly as he shivered at my touch. He began kissing my neck again as he started slowly walking us back towards the bed. Once my heels were against the end, he tugged at the end of my shirt as he rose it over my head, before he gently lowered me down on top of the surface. His bare chested body was soon covering me as he climbed above me. He was so warm. He kissed my lips tenderly first as he then started to move his way down towards my almost exposed chest. My hands were rubbing his bare back as his fingers played with the straps of my bra. We were so intertwined with each other, everything just felt perfect.

It was becoming even more heated between us as he started to fumble with the button on my pants. That was when I suddenly jolted making him stop what he was doing. He stopped kissing me and locked his emerald gaze with mine, “What’s wrong Mads?”

I awkwardly replied, “Well… I just… I don’t know if I’m ready for all that.

He nodded his head before kissing my lips gently and rolling off me, to the side. We were facing each other. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” I said.

He shook his head, “No Mads. I promised you. I don’t expect anything. It’s whatever you want.”

I smiled and kissed him softly, “Thank you.” He smiled back nodding gently.

I then got off the bed to grab my bag. I looked inside to find that I had forgotten sleepwear. I turned to face him lying on the bed. “I’m such a ditz. I forgot clothes to sleep in!”

His eyes scanned the room before he got up and walked to his stuff. He rummaged and threw me a t-shirt. “You can wear this.”

I smiled. At least it was something. “Thanks. I am going to go take a shower.”

He nodded.

When I returned I was desperately trying to pull the t-shirt lower over my bum. It was no use really. I entered the room again rather awkwardly. Harry was already under the covers in bed as he whistled at me. My face turned red as I couldn’t help but smile. “C’mere .” He said as he wiggled his finger directing me towards him. I giggled as I pulled back the covers. I quickly noticed all he was wearing was a pair of briefs.

“Harry!” I said.

He laughed. “What? You took my t-shirt!...Besides this is more than I would usually wear to bed anyways.” I blushed at the thought. I climbed into the bed, making sure not to go to the middle, still feeling self-conscious about my bum on pretty much full display. My tactics didn’t stop Harry as he scooted right in and threw his arm around me. It felt warm and safe being cuddled up with his mostly bare body. So, I didn’t really mind. He whispered in my ear,

“Thank you for a great night Mads. It was all really unexpected. It’s late though, go to sleep love. Goodnight.”

I smirked while I closed my eyes and whispered back, “Goodnight, Harry.”

Notes

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