Curvature

"I'm Harry."

I couldn't take me eyes off of him. His accent sent an electric wave over my body. His voice hit all the right tones and seemed to be smooth as silk. Great, two words come out of the guys mouth and I'm looking like a dumbass just staring. Somehow I managed to say something.

"Hi Harry, I'm Alana. It's nice to meet you." I held out my hand to shake his.

"Quite formal don't you think? I'm more of a hugger type." He smiled. Harry opened his arms and moved towards me.

"Oh!" I squeaked. I opened my arms. He held me tight making sure to squeeze my hips just a little tighter then expected from a total stranger. His body against mine felt perfect. My face found the spot on his chest to press to. My glasses started to fall and I quickly let go of him to catch them.

"Shit, I swear this is why I need to stick to gas station glasses." I said.

"My apologies love. I can get you a new pair." Harry offered..

"No it's ok I...I always mess up my expensive ones." I sighed. I crouched down to pick them up and when I began to stand back up Harry was staring at me. With a look on his face like he was confused.

"Something wrong?" I asked, mentally cussing myself out for probably insulting him somehow. He reached out to put his fingers under my chin lifting my head up. Staring harder into my eyes.

"Your eyes, they are beautiful. A mix of green and blue...with a touch of honey." He said examining my face.

"Thanks." it's all I could think to say.

"Come on guys it's time for another round of shots!" Bridgette said more excited than ever. All I could think of was, thanks Bridget, for messing up my moment with one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. Harry just seemed to smile as we both walked over to the table.

"Alright let's make a toast to the bride to be and the groom" said Lauren.

"Bottoms up bitches!" yelled a very intoxicated bride to be. Jen was on a good one. We all took our shots and got back to talking.

A guy walked up to the cabana and asked "Excuse me?." directing his question to me. "Doll, I need your information for your prize." He was a pretty good looking guy.

"Ok, what exactly do you need." I asked.

"Just follow me it will only take a few minutes." He explained with a wide smile. Before I could even respond Harry spoke.

"Would you like me to go with you love?" I fought back the chills his voice gave me.

"Nah it's ok I'm a big girl. But thank you." I gave him a smile put on my sunglasses at walked with the guy. We got to the stage and the guy was explaining to me what I won. It was a table at one of the clubs with bottle service. I gave him my name and the list of names of my friends.

"So what about your number baby?" he was trying to be slick.

"You need my number too? I thought as long as you had my name and I had I.D. I was good to go." I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I meant for me. Can I have your number? I'd love you see you dance on me like that." He gave me a creepy look. A quick flash back ran through my head. I felt pretty uncomfortable.

"Uhm. I'm. Actually I." I couldn't find words to say. He was getting pretty close and tried to wrap his hands around me.

"C'mon baby, I'll show you a real good time. Vegas hospitality is my specialty." He was using excessive force trying to pull me in close. This jerk has all the callings of a scumbag who thinks he could make a girl do whatever he wanted.

"Look I'll pass on giving you the number but thanks for the table." I was beyond irritated. I turned to walk away when I felt a slap on my butt.

"Don't be a bitch just slide me your number." he barked.

I lost it. My hand cocked back and with everything in me I threw it forward connecting with his nose. I couldn't control myself. He stumbled back and came at me. I was cussing up a storm and throwing blow after blow. Hands grabbed me from behind. Someone stood in between me and the asshole. My adrenaline was high and I managed to wiggle my way out of the hands trying to restrain me.

"LET GO OF ME! This piece of shit needs to learn some fuckin manners!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. More hands tried to restrain me.

"Lanz stop! it's ok, it's ok. You got him, lets go!" It was Grant. "C'mon Lanz security is coming lets go!" I looked at the jerk dead in the eyes.

"Touch me again and expect your tiny friend down there to NEVER show any type of hospitality EVER AGAIN!" I threatened.

Grant pulled me away holding on tightly to my wrist. Grant, Ken, Zayne and Liam walked surrounding me making sure I didn't try to make a u-turn for the jerk for a round 2. We got to the cabana and the girls were in shock. Their eyes were fixed on me. The boys were cracking jokes about the guys nose and how fast he hit he ground.

"Lanz? are you ok?" Jen asked in almost a whisper.

"Bridge can you get me a double shot?" I gave Bridgette an exhausted 'please' look.

"I got you girl." she said. I bent down to gather my hair to throw it in a messy bun.

"Jen, I'm fine. Just had to set that asshole straight. Now let's get back to the party." I gave her a smile hoping she would drop it. She nodded but I knew she would bring it up later.

"Alright double shot of tequila hun. Lime and salt if you need-" Bridgette stopped when she saw me throw back the shot and slam it on the table.

"Thanks Bridge." I thanked her and took a deep breath. I looked around finally realizing 'where is he?'. "Shit, I scared him off." I accidentally said out loud. I'm sure after that show he wouldn't be interested in me anyway.

We all decided to go back to the room to freshen up. The girls wanted to hit the shops and the strip.

"Alana? are you sure you don't want to go with us?" Jen asked.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to shower and take a nap. I'm completely drained. But have fun!" I said cheerfully making sure to keep a smile on my face. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin her special weekend. Which by the way I think I already did.

The girls left and I walked to the bathroom to turn on the water. Still in the bikini Jen let me borrow, I glanced in the mirror and noticed some scratches on my legs. Then I looked at my hands. Ugh! Blood.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"You guys haven't even been gone 2 seconds! Bridgette what did you forget?!" I said walking to open the door. I swung it open only to find a face that was full of concern and anger. It was Harry.

"May I come in Alana?"

Notes

Ok my story is also on another site so I'll be updating quickly for the first couple chapters.

Hopefully you guys enjoy it ! <3

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