Dj Danger
Toxic Kiss
Bree's P.O.V.
The pumping of the loud music and the mixture of the people's varied tone of voices engulfed me. As I entered further into the dancing crowd, pushing myself through the warm bodies, I realized the song that was playing sounded familiar.
I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
It was The Ramones.
I couldn't help but dance to the music. Slowly but surely, I made small and languid movements as I was eventually pushed away from the crowd.
"Already enjoying yourself without me?" A familiar, low voice came up from behind me.
I turned to the direction where the voice was coming from. Harry stood there, his hands tucked into his back pockets. He smirked at me. I quickly shuffled my feet together, recovering myself from my recent dancing.
"H..ey." I stuttered.
Harry smiled as he eyed me from my head to toe, it was quite intimidating. "You look.. pleasant."
"Thanks?" I bit my lip. How was I supposed to take that? Then I heard him laugh.
"Well then." He said and grabbed hold of my free hand and pulled me gently to the direction he wanted us to go. I gasped silently as I didn't expect him to be this "touchy" already. This was the first time Harry had voluntarily came in contact with my hand. His hand felt warm, a contrast to my hand's current temperature. Also, I felt comfortable, yet strange as he held on to it. Something about it made me feel safe, yet at the same time, it made feel unsure and intimidated by the situation.
"Take a seat." He smiled, as he pulled out a chair from the table. His hands were still intact with mine.
"Erm, sorry." Harry laughed and he let go.
I smiled, my eyes opposite to his, and sat down on the chair.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Mm." I nodded gently. Snap out of it, Bree.
Harry chugged on his drink, and looked at me. "Don't worry, I already ordered for you."
He did? What did he order?
"Vodka." He smirked like he just read my mind.
Harry looked at me, it seemed as if he was waiting for me to drink.
I hesitated. I didn't want to drink any of this gross shit, but I did anyway. Why? Well. I didn't want Harry to think I was an under-aged loser, which I technically was.
"Shit." I wiped my lips with my thumb as the vodka touched my lips. It barely even touched my taste buds, yet I was already disgusted by it. Under-aged loser.
I heard Harry laugh and then it was there that I realized I was too loud. Had he knew?
"I don't wanna grow up," Harry sung softly, it sounded almost as if he was humming it.
I smiled as I heard him sing. He knew this was my favorite band. Our favorite band. I flushed at the thought.
"Like it?" He laughed.
I nodded.
"A deal is a deal, after all." He smiled, and took another sip from his glass.
I felt my cheeks heat up. I don't know if this was because of the vodka or if this was because of something else.
"So.. how are you?" Harry asked, resting his chin on his clenched fist.
"Same old.. I'm fine." I said softly.
Harry's eyes trailed to my arms, then to my wrists. "Don't you mean better?" He smiled as he placed his index finger where my scars used to be. He noticed that they've already disappeared. I quickly hid my arms under the table as I was startled by his sudden and unexpected contact.
"H-how about you?" I immediately changed the topic as I was uncomfortable with the situation.
"I'm.. good." He smiled, but then his face suddenly turned serious.
Harry and I suddenly fell silent. Only the loud pumping of the music could be heard. Occasionally, I would look back up at Harry's direction, I wouldn't reciprocate his gaze once we've met each other's eyes. I was uneasy. I kept checking my phone every now and then as I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be carried away. Dad might find out. I needed to go home before he would wake up.
"Why do you keep checking your phone?" Harry asked, his brow cocked.
"I-- Nothing." I hesitated.
"Oh, c'mom, I'm sure you could share me a secret or two." He smiled.
Yes, I've told Harry about my obsession over The Ramones and how they became my favorite band, but I wasn't sure I was ready to tell him about my current situation at home.
"You know.." He starts off. "..you're the only one who knows I work at the bakery." He whispers.
"R-really?" I shook my head in disbelief.
"Really. Nobody, not even the people inside this club." He sips from his glass again. "I'm a frustrated baker." He laughed.
"Oh." I said, quite dumb founded by what he had just revealed to me. "W-why don't they know?" I bravely asked.
"I don't want them to." He says bluntly.
"W..hy?" I choked.
He scoffs. "People have known me to be.. well.. different. Seeing me in the bakery would change their opinions about me."
But of all people, why was I the only whom he revealed his other side to? Was it because my opinion about him wouldn't matter?
"I.. think being a baker is nothing to be ashamed of.. " I began. "..it's cool." I managed to blurt out; unexpectedly.
Harry smiled a lop-sided smile.
"Enough about me." He moves forward, his face just inches from mine. I quickly push myself away. "Tell me about these." He holds my wrists from underneath the table.
I hesitated for a moment, but something about Harry made me think that he was worth telling my problems to.
"I.. escaped." I started off, my voice a bit shaky.
"Escaped?" He asked.
"That night.. and tonight.. I escaped." I gulped. "I've never had a grasp of freedom up until that night."
"What do you mean?" Harry tilts his head.
Why does he want to know?
"Well.. my dad's strict. He never allows me to go somewhere if he isn't with me." I said weakly. "And with that, I've always followed his orders.. but there was always something in me that wanted to disobey him."
"Not until that night and tonight you're not." Harry smiles, but his face turned serious again. "I know how you feel."
"You do?" I asked, my eyes widening. Finally, someone who understands.
"Yeah. Actually.. that's how I feel as of the moment." He says, and chugs another drink, emptying his glass. "I have this friend.. Well, I'm not sure if I should give in to his request when in fact I know it's wrong." Harry muttered.
"Excuse me, one more please." Harry says to the waiter passing by us.
He then chugs onto his second; third glass? I wasn't quite sure. He was drinking too fast to the point that he had already emptied it in less than a minute.
"Well.. Let's just dance away all these problems, shall we?" Harry then stands up, and offers me to dance. De ja vu. I recalled that this had happened the first time we met.
"O..kay." I choked as Harry gently pulled me to the dance floor.
Harry pushed our way into the crowd and we ended up being at the center. I felt Harry's hands around me waist. I winced a little a the sudden contact. If I hadn't looked down, I wouldn't have noticed that I had stepped on his foot.
"S-sorry.." I blurt out and he chuckled, mouthing an "it's okay".
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
At this point, all I wanted to know was.. why me? Among all the other girls Harry could have went to that night, why did he come up to me? Why was I the only one whom he revealed his other side to?Why me?
"W-why me?" I managed to whisper.
Harry looked at me; his hands eventually traveling up to my shoulders; his face moving forward; his mouth just below my ear.
"You interest me." He hummed, the sudden, soft vibration causing me to wince a bit.
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
I looked up at Harry, his towering height, intimidating me a bit. His eyes looked a shade darker, his curls a bit disheveled.
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
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
"Wha--" I was cut off as Harry pushed me quite forcefully to his front; our faces just barely inches away from each other. My breathing became uneven as I began to feel Harry's warm, alcoholic breath on my skin; tracing his thumb on my nose, then down to my cracked lips. "I'm no criminal." He whispered.
"You're drunk, Harry.. Sto--"
Too late. I froze as he pressed his damp lips to mine; gently yet forcefully at the same time; the taste of the alcohol, evident. I felt as if I was in a trance. It seemed like everything around me was going in circles. I didn't reciprocate his actions, yet I wasn't fighting back, either. And then it was there that I realized that I was being submissive to Harry's predominant actions. Was it because I was intoxicated by the alcohol?
No.
I was intoxicated by his kiss.
The pumping of the loud music and the mixture of the people's varied tone of voices engulfed me. As I entered further into the dancing crowd, pushing myself through the warm bodies, I realized the song that was playing sounded familiar.
I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
It was The Ramones.
I couldn't help but dance to the music. Slowly but surely, I made small and languid movements as I was eventually pushed away from the crowd.
"Already enjoying yourself without me?" A familiar, low voice came up from behind me.
I turned to the direction where the voice was coming from. Harry stood there, his hands tucked into his back pockets. He smirked at me. I quickly shuffled my feet together, recovering myself from my recent dancing.
"H..ey." I stuttered.
Harry smiled as he eyed me from my head to toe, it was quite intimidating. "You look.. pleasant."
"Thanks?" I bit my lip. How was I supposed to take that? Then I heard him laugh.
"Well then." He said and grabbed hold of my free hand and pulled me gently to the direction he wanted us to go. I gasped silently as I didn't expect him to be this "touchy" already. This was the first time Harry had voluntarily came in contact with my hand. His hand felt warm, a contrast to my hand's current temperature. Also, I felt comfortable, yet strange as he held on to it. Something about it made me feel safe, yet at the same time, it made feel unsure and intimidated by the situation.
"Take a seat." He smiled, as he pulled out a chair from the table. His hands were still intact with mine.
"Erm, sorry." Harry laughed and he let go.
I smiled, my eyes opposite to his, and sat down on the chair.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Mm." I nodded gently. Snap out of it, Bree.
Harry chugged on his drink, and looked at me. "Don't worry, I already ordered for you."
He did? What did he order?
"Vodka." He smirked like he just read my mind.
Harry looked at me, it seemed as if he was waiting for me to drink.
I hesitated. I didn't want to drink any of this gross shit, but I did anyway. Why? Well. I didn't want Harry to think I was an under-aged loser, which I technically was.
"Shit." I wiped my lips with my thumb as the vodka touched my lips. It barely even touched my taste buds, yet I was already disgusted by it. Under-aged loser.
I heard Harry laugh and then it was there that I realized I was too loud. Had he knew?
"I don't wanna grow up," Harry sung softly, it sounded almost as if he was humming it.
I smiled as I heard him sing. He knew this was my favorite band. Our favorite band. I flushed at the thought.
"Like it?" He laughed.
I nodded.
"A deal is a deal, after all." He smiled, and took another sip from his glass.
I felt my cheeks heat up. I don't know if this was because of the vodka or if this was because of something else.
"So.. how are you?" Harry asked, resting his chin on his clenched fist.
"Same old.. I'm fine." I said softly.
Harry's eyes trailed to my arms, then to my wrists. "Don't you mean better?" He smiled as he placed his index finger where my scars used to be. He noticed that they've already disappeared. I quickly hid my arms under the table as I was startled by his sudden and unexpected contact.
"H-how about you?" I immediately changed the topic as I was uncomfortable with the situation.
"I'm.. good." He smiled, but then his face suddenly turned serious.
Harry and I suddenly fell silent. Only the loud pumping of the music could be heard. Occasionally, I would look back up at Harry's direction, I wouldn't reciprocate his gaze once we've met each other's eyes. I was uneasy. I kept checking my phone every now and then as I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be carried away. Dad might find out. I needed to go home before he would wake up.
"Why do you keep checking your phone?" Harry asked, his brow cocked.
"I-- Nothing." I hesitated.
"Oh, c'mom, I'm sure you could share me a secret or two." He smiled.
Yes, I've told Harry about my obsession over The Ramones and how they became my favorite band, but I wasn't sure I was ready to tell him about my current situation at home.
"You know.." He starts off. "..you're the only one who knows I work at the bakery." He whispers.
"R-really?" I shook my head in disbelief.
"Really. Nobody, not even the people inside this club." He sips from his glass again. "I'm a frustrated baker." He laughed.
"Oh." I said, quite dumb founded by what he had just revealed to me. "W-why don't they know?" I bravely asked.
"I don't want them to." He says bluntly.
"W..hy?" I choked.
He scoffs. "People have known me to be.. well.. different. Seeing me in the bakery would change their opinions about me."
But of all people, why was I the only whom he revealed his other side to? Was it because my opinion about him wouldn't matter?
"I.. think being a baker is nothing to be ashamed of.. " I began. "..it's cool." I managed to blurt out; unexpectedly.
Harry smiled a lop-sided smile.
"Enough about me." He moves forward, his face just inches from mine. I quickly push myself away. "Tell me about these." He holds my wrists from underneath the table.
I hesitated for a moment, but something about Harry made me think that he was worth telling my problems to.
"I.. escaped." I started off, my voice a bit shaky.
"Escaped?" He asked.
"That night.. and tonight.. I escaped." I gulped. "I've never had a grasp of freedom up until that night."
"What do you mean?" Harry tilts his head.
Why does he want to know?
"Well.. my dad's strict. He never allows me to go somewhere if he isn't with me." I said weakly. "And with that, I've always followed his orders.. but there was always something in me that wanted to disobey him."
"Not until that night and tonight you're not." Harry smiles, but his face turned serious again. "I know how you feel."
"You do?" I asked, my eyes widening. Finally, someone who understands.
"Yeah. Actually.. that's how I feel as of the moment." He says, and chugs another drink, emptying his glass. "I have this friend.. Well, I'm not sure if I should give in to his request when in fact I know it's wrong." Harry muttered.
"Excuse me, one more please." Harry says to the waiter passing by us.
He then chugs onto his second; third glass? I wasn't quite sure. He was drinking too fast to the point that he had already emptied it in less than a minute.
"Well.. Let's just dance away all these problems, shall we?" Harry then stands up, and offers me to dance. De ja vu. I recalled that this had happened the first time we met.
"O..kay." I choked as Harry gently pulled me to the dance floor.
Harry pushed our way into the crowd and we ended up being at the center. I felt Harry's hands around me waist. I winced a little a the sudden contact. If I hadn't looked down, I wouldn't have noticed that I had stepped on his foot.
"S-sorry.." I blurt out and he chuckled, mouthing an "it's okay".
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
At this point, all I wanted to know was.. why me? Among all the other girls Harry could have went to that night, why did he come up to me? Why was I the only one whom he revealed his other side to?Why me?
"W-why me?" I managed to whisper.
Harry looked at me; his hands eventually traveling up to my shoulders; his face moving forward; his mouth just below my ear.
"You interest me." He hummed, the sudden, soft vibration causing me to wince a bit.
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
I looked up at Harry, his towering height, intimidating me a bit. His eyes looked a shade darker, his curls a bit disheveled.
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
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
"Wha--" I was cut off as Harry pushed me quite forcefully to his front; our faces just barely inches away from each other. My breathing became uneven as I began to feel Harry's warm, alcoholic breath on my skin; tracing his thumb on my nose, then down to my cracked lips. "I'm no criminal." He whispered.
"You're drunk, Harry.. Sto--"
Too late. I froze as he pressed his damp lips to mine; gently yet forcefully at the same time; the taste of the alcohol, evident. I felt as if I was in a trance. It seemed like everything around me was going in circles. I didn't reciprocate his actions, yet I wasn't fighting back, either. And then it was there that I realized that I was being submissive to Harry's predominant actions. Was it because I was intoxicated by the alcohol?
No.
I was intoxicated by his kiss.
Notes
"Sweet Nothings by Calvin Harris" - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnIzbukJOHQIt's best if you'll listen to this whilst reading this chapter xx Comments, pleaseeeee?
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