“I’m taking you out tonight” Harry says as he sits next to me on the couch. Perrie was just telling me about her group, Little Mix, when Harold walked in.
“Oh yeah? Where?” I ask looking at the Brit. Harry opted for his hair in a snapback today keeping the curls out of his face in a plain navy blue shirt and some guy shorts. If Julia were here she’d jump him. Apparently he looks sexy in shorts.
Oh who am I kidding he looks fucking fantastic. I still don’t understand how he can do nothing and look fabulous while I sit in front of a mirror frustrated at the end and still look like the walking dead.
“Can’t tell you, it’s a secret”
I groan at the mention of the word ‘secret’ there’s been a lot of those lately when concerning Harry.
“Well, what should I wear?” I ask again trying to figure out where he’s taking me. Is it fancy is it casual? I don’t know.
“Whatever you wear will be fine” he says shrugging.
Absolutely hate it when guys say that. Such bull it’s not even funny.
“C’mon give me a hint” I say giving him the puppy eyes. No one can resist the puppy eyes.
He pulls his bottom lip in thinking about it.
“Casual but nice”
I nod. That doesn’t exactly tell me where we’re going but it does narrow it down a bit. No fancy restaurants.
“Harry, we’re going to play football you in?” Louis says coming into the living room Eleanor, Niall and Kimmy right beside him.
“Yeah I’m coming”
I look at the trio.
“You guys play football?” I find it hard to believe that these guys tackle each other for a ball and yell touchdown. Maybe Liam, and I could probably see Harry doing it, Niall would probably curse someone out if he gets hurt…Or cry but definitely not Louis or Zayn.
“It’s not American football it’s soccer” Perrie explains.
“Ohh why didn’t you just say soccer then?”
“Because you Americans are backwards, its football” Louis says rolling his eyes.
My eyebrows arch. “Excuse me Mr. GQ but you’re the backwards one, you wouldn’t even be able to handle our football” I says emphasizing the sport name.
Niall and oos
“Well, care to put your money where your mouth is?” he asks crossing his arms over his firm chest.
“What ya mean?”
“I bet you can’t beat us at our football” he says cockily.
I get up and stand in front of Louis. We’re almost the same height but in heels I can surely surpass him.
“You’re on! I bet you I can beat you at soccer and football”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Fine then it’s settled let’s play” he says grinning.
“Play later! The girls and I are going into town” Eleanor says grabbing a hold of my arm, bringing me away from further challenging her boyfriend.
“Oh c’mon El it was just getting good!” Niall whines.
“When I come back” I tell the guys.
They nod and go outside.
“Be ready by 8, okay?” Harry says quickly giving me a kiss on the cheek and running out to be with the rest of the guys.
“What’s happening at 8?” Kimberly asks curiously.
“Harry’ taking me out” I simply state.
El and Kim exchange looks before bursting into giggles.
“What’s wrong with you two?” I ask eyeing my giddy friends.
“They’re just nuts. C’mon, let’s go and find you a date outfit” Per says leading us to my room.
-
So we ended up going into town to find something to wear instead of going through my clothes. I was sure what I wanted to wear but I wanted some shoes so that’s exactly what we’re doing here. Though El wants to go shopping, Perrie is hungry and Kim just wanted to get away from Niall. Apparently it’s awkward between them. Danielle and Liam made up and they went ‘to hang out’ or as we like to call it, making babies.
“So what happened between you and Niall again?” I ask Kimmy.
Eleanor is busy looking through clothing racks and Perrie is with us munching on her French fries.
Kim sighs before continuing, “He wanted to, you know last night, and I said I couldn’t because we aren’t together and it is best if we just except that now”
I bite my lip and look at a wide eyed Perrie.
Eleanor comes over with a stack of clothes but also wide eyes.
“Did I hear correctly, did you just say you and Nialler aren’t together? That’s the biggest load of bull crap I’ve ever heard!”
I can’t help but laugh at the way her accent makes everything sound slightly more elegant yet serious at the same time.
Kim runs her hands through her blonde hair.
“Niall and I are nothing why can’t you guys accept that?”
“Why can’t you except that you two are something. You just don’t want to admit it” I say looking at my friend.
Kimmy huffs and turns away.
This is so unlike her, but I know she’s just trying to push the Irish away because she’s scared which is understandable, but when there’s a good guy like Niall around, you don’t just throw that away.
“You think she’s mad at you?” Perrie asks worried lacing her delicate features. I smile to reassure her.
“Nah, she’s more pissed that I’m right”
-
As soon as we got back to the cottage I ran upstairs to mine and Harry’ room and changed.
Since I know I have to look nice but casual I decided to wear my trusty blue jeans with a rip on the left knee, a jean studded bustier underneath acting as a bra, and a baggy bronze tank top. My jewelry consist of this cool bangle I got in town that looks like a bunch of wires, a stone ring I also got in town, and an old turquoise ring I had since I was 13.
I put on my LA necklace just because I’m cool like that. It was a present from Julia when I first moved to LA it’s become one of my favorite pieces.
I bought some new brown stud wedge type shoes when I was in town to dress up the outfit a bit more and whoa, I sound like a fashionista, anyway, I stuff my essentials like money, phone, sunglasses, a spare hair tie , and hand sanitizer- cause you never know where someone’s hands been- into my small brown leather bag.
I take my hair out of the side braid I had it in all day and flip it back n’ forth to loosen the curls.
Adding a touch of mascara and Chap Stick I’m ready to go.
-
I walk downstairs to see Harry and the guys watching Family guy.
“Ready?” I ask standing by the door.
Harry looks my way and gives me a once over, very slowly.
“Jeez Harry, don’t eye rap the girl” Louis says, Zayn snickers.
Harry ignores them and walks towards me capturing me in his arms and kissing me deeply.
I’m a bit caught off guard by the sudden display of affection in front his friends. Not that I mind, but I’m not a fan of PDA.
“What was that for?” I ask Harry once he pulls away enough so our lips are barely touching.
“You just look really good, I couldn’t help myself”
I can’t stop the stupid blush forming on my cheeks.
Pulling away I pull the door open and walk out gesturing Harry to follow me.
Wolf calls and whistle can be heard from the house as the wood door closes.
-
“So, where are we going?”
Harry and I just arrived to town and are now walking hand in hand down the streets to a location he still won’t let me know.
“You’ll see” he says.
I groan loudly and dramatically so he knows I’m not enjoying this.
He smirks.
I glance at Harry to take in his full attire; his curls are out in his face unlike earlier, with a baggy long sleeve see through shirt, dark jeans, and those suede pointed opaque shoes. He’s got on his cross necklace and of course he looks stunning.
“Like what you see?” he asks looking down at me.
“That is such a predicable line I’m not even going to answer”
I say turning my head to the other side just so I won’t have to see his smug face.
“It’s okay”, he whispers in my ear, “I was looking too”
I turn my head back around to see him extremely close to me. His warm breath fans over my face and I give in, leaning up to kiss his soft cloud lips.
I tightly wrap my arms around his torso in an attempt to pull him closer.
I bite Harry’ bottom lip and he groans, pulling away.
“We’re here” he says huskily. He’s breathing heavy trying to regain his breathing like I am.
I look over to see a bar like area with seats out in the open and a tropical like tent over the rest of the guest. There’s a small stage in the middle of this all, with waiters and waitresses serving colorful drinks.
-
Harry and I walk fully into, what I now know is called, Del casa La Nueva, which translates into The New House.
Harry and I sit in the semi middle of the place, having a great view of the four guys performing on stage and the few guests who deiced to dance.
“This is so pretty” I say looking around. Everything is covered in bright oranges, greens, and reds, reminding me of how my house used to be as a child. My mom was always very in tune with our Mexican heritage. Having been born in America but raised with a strict Mexican background I know a fair amount about my culture.
“So you like it?” Harry asks staring intently at me.
I smile at him sweetly.
“I love it”
He lets out a breath. “I’m glad. I found this place when I was with the guys and they said they were having a dance night so I thought it would be fun” he says.
“You dance?” my eyebrows arch trying to picture a not so coordinated Harry doing the salsa or meringue.
“Uh not really but you do right?” he asks blushing.
I smile and kiss the back of his hand.
“Yep I do”
He smiles.
-
The night proves to be awesome as the band sings some old classic Mexican songs and others that remind me of what my mom use to sing me to sleep. Every now and then I would sing along and Harry would eagerly ask me what they were saying.
After the band finished their set, a new young group comes on throwing a modern twist to the music and my leg starts to bounce with the sudden erg to dance; but I don’t want to get up because I haven’t danced, at least to this music, since my mom died. I don’t even know if I can still do a proper Suzy Q.
“Do you want to dance?” Harry asks seeing my shaking leg and bobbing head. I immediately stop my actions and shake my head. Taking a sip of my virgin drink I look out at the people who are dancing.
“C’mon, I’ll dance with you”
I shake my head.
“No it’s fine I’m good here”
“No you’re not, your legs shaking so much you’re going to cause an earthquake”
I laugh and bite my lip, contemplating if I should or not.
Harry doesn’t wait for me to replay, he gets up and grabs my hand leaving me know choice but to follow him or else I would look like a toddler throwing a fit if I resist him.
We walk to the dance floor and he puts his arms around my waist and places mine around his neck. We start to sway back and forth.
“C’mon you’re so lifeless, where’s that happy smile?” he asks poking my cheeks.
Eventually I smile and he whoops in triumph.
“We don’t have to dance we can go back” I say trying to change my boyfriends mind, but he’s not having it.
“I know you want to dance Via, is it because of all these people?”
I take one look around and shake my head. I was never one to care if people were looking at me. I never notice it anyway.
“Is it me? Are you afraid I won’t keep up? Cause I’ll try”
I laugh at his false hurt face.
“It’s not you Harry”
“Then what is it?”
I say nothing.
Harry moves my hair from my shoulder and kisses my neck.
“At least dance for me”
There it goes again that chilling feeling I get when he touches me. It’s a weird surge of electricity going from my head to my toes to back up again. I look up into Harry’ emeralds eyes and give in.
Tip, if you don’t want to do something, don’t look into Harry’ eyes, but secretly I want to do it.
-
“Fine” I mumble. I start to pay attention to the music and the way the song works.
The guy is going between languages, singing in Spanish then in English.
The song is slow and romantic so I keep swaying with Harry until it changes up into an upbeat tempo which really sounds good.
I turn around and start to move my hips, not really dancing with Harry anymore but just feeling my way around the rhythm.
Harry’ POV
I step back and watch as Via sways her hips. Damn, she looks good in those jeans.
The song stops and Via turns around to look at me, I smile and tell her to keep going. Another song quickly comes on and it’s more R&B club music, the kind of music you make babies with.
Via moves side to side throwing her hands in the air and doing some turns and intricate looking steps with her feet; she pops her hips back and forth and does a turn going back into those unfamiliar steps.
I watch amaze as she comes alive in her dancing. I’m almost mad with myself I never asked her to dance before, because she can sure move. She knows exactly what moves to go with each beat and I’m not going to lie, it’s a turn on.
There’s a few guys eyeing Via, these are the same guys that were looking at her when we first walked in, but she’s too into her own world to notice. I like that and I also hate it.
I move closer to her after glaring at the guys at the table.
Taking her moving hips in my hands she looks over her shoulder and smirks. She backs up into me and grinds her hips against mine.
-
Via’s POV
Harry and I get back to the cabin at around 3 in the morning.
We slowly make our way upstairs because Harry has got a bit of a buzz from the fruity drinks he consumed.
I finally get him safely to our room without disturbing our sleeping, or love making friends, hehe.
I don’t mean too, but I sort of just drop Harry on to the king bed. But it’s soft so he’s okay.
I quickly take off my shoes and go to do so with my jeans when a warm hand stops me.
I look up to see Harry looking down at me, his normally light green eyes darker.
“Let me” he whispers.
My hands land on my sides and I watch as Harry unzips my pants then follow them down to my legs, leaving chaste kisses down my legs.
I kick them off once they reach my ankles and go to remove my tank, which Harry does himself too.
I can feel the intense heat radiating off him now that I am left in just my bustier and panties.
Harry places his hands on my hips and pulls me close to him.
His shirt clad torso touching my nude stomach.
“You’re a great dancer”
“Thanks, you weren’t half bad yourself”
He smiles.
“There were guys looking at you…”
My eyebrows rise
“Really?”
“Yeah”
“Did it make you jealous?”
“Very”
I chuckle, wrapping my fingers into his hair and pull his head down to mine.
“You don’t have to be”
Harry’ lips land on mine with a soft touch, almost as if we’re not kissing at all. I quickly change this and lick his bottom lip and bite like I did before and just as earlier he groans and lets me in.
We move to the bed falling down where I’m on top of Harry straddling his waist.
My butts perked in the air a bit and with another bite to his lips, his hands end up on my ass squeezing roughly.
I squeal at the action. Harry smirks against my lips.
“You asked for it” he says kissing my neck.
I start kissing his neck, latching on to one particular area where I focus on leaving a mark.
If I bite too hard Harry retaliates by squeezing my butt or thighs.
His hands travel up to my shoulders as I travel to his prompt collar bones, but I’m unable to get a good bite because of his stupid shirt.
I groan and tug on his shirt impatiently.
“Problem babe?” he asks smirking.
I narrow my eyes at him and take action into my own hands. Lifting Harry’ arms, I begin to remove the shirt with a little help from him moving to sitting up, I push him back down once the garment is off his body.
I attack his collar bones, this is going to sound weird but, I’ve wanted to leave a mark on them for quite a while.
They’re just so prominent and begging me to do something.
Harry’ hands slide up my stomach and snake to my neck bring our lips back to connect with each other.
-
After our little, oh who am I kidding, not so little but very HOT make out session, I snuggle into Harry’ side and try to find sleep but find that he being shirtless is distracting.
“Harry”, I whine.
“Mm?”
“Put a shirt on”
He moves so he’s looking down at me, even in the dark you can see the intense color of his eyes.
“Why?”
“Your shiftlessness is distracting me from sleeping”
Harry lets out a chuckle that vibrates his whole chest.
“Well you not wearing pants are distracting too” he trails his index finger from my knee up to my thighs, stopping on my waist and pulling me closer.
I yawn and berry my head deeper into him.
“Looks like we’re both in a pickle” I say yawning again.
Harry kisses my forehead, “Go to sleep Via”
“Okay” I say smiling.

Notes

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What Via wore with the girls

What Via wore for her date