Harry's POV

"Ok boys, cheers!" Louis said lifting up his shot."

"To what?" asked Liam.

"To a long fucking morning in meetings. Now it's time to play." Niall said downing his shot.

We all laughed and took our shots. I was talking to Zayn about how ridiculously long the meetings were when Niall made a sound.

"Would you look at that." he said gazing at the girls who walked out to the pool.

A group of girls were walking towards the cabana area. Not bad looking at all. One was obviously a bride to be. The others that followed were pretty. One of the girls was looking at Niall with a 'come fuck me' look. I laughed because Niall returned the same look.

Then I saw her. She was walking with two of her friends. One on each side of her. She had sunglasses on so I couldn't see her eyes. Oh but that body. She wasn't like her friends, I mean they had great bodies. But, this one. Her dark brown hair went all the way down to the bottom of her back. Her smile was vibrant. She had a dimple on her left cheek. Her thighs were thick, no gap between her legs. She had wide hips that were accompanied with a small waist. An hourglass couldn't do her body justice. The tattoos. She had 4 that I could see. Over her shoulder, on both sides of her rib cage and her thigh. Good lord this woman! She turned me on and she didn't even know it. My heart went from zero to sixty in a second.

"Haz, you need a napkin mate? You've got a bit of drool." Zayn teased. I laughed but kept my attention on her. She was in the private cabana with her friends. I wanted to know who she was. Her name. I wanted...her. Two guys from her cabana were walking over to the bar where we were.

"You ready for marriage bro?!"one of them said.

"Yeah, I love Jen. I've been waiting forever to marry her." The other said.

"Getting married aye? how about a round of shots for my friend over here." I told the bartender.

"What? thanks man!" The groom said.

"Not a problem, got to send you off the proper way. I'm Harry. Thats Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis." I said.

"Right on. I appreciate it. I'm Grant and this is Ken." He said. The DJ lowered the music and was announcing some dance contest. Grant and Ken were talking to the guys about their plans for the weekend. The wedding was to be held in The Bahamas.

"No fuckin way!" Ken gasped.

"What?" Grant said. Ken nodded towards the stage. My eyes widened when I saw her. She was being pulled by her friends to the stage.

"You've got to be kidding me. All of them?!" Grant said putting his head in his hands.

"What's the problem?" Liam asked.

"All the girls up there? Those are the girls in the wedding line. Including my fiancé and...sister." Grant sighed.

"You guys want to come over to our cabana? you can meet some of the guys and the girls when they come back" Ken insisted.

"Sure why not." Zayn said. We headed over to the cabana and as we passed the stage I glanced up at her. She seemed to be nervous like she didn't want to be there. When we got to the cabana Grant introduced us to everybody and we all took a seat to watch the show.

"Twerk contest? Seriously? I don't want to see my baby sister do that shit." Grant whined.

"Then just look at Jen bro. She's basically giving you a show" Ken laughed. "And here's another shot".

"Which ones your sister?" I asked.

"The one with all the tats." Grant pointed. Things just got interesting.

The music started and all I could do was stare at her. Damn this girl was amazing. One second she looks innocent then out of nowhere she's a professional dancer. She moved parts of her body effortlessly. Her hips seemed to have a mind of its own. I thought she was looking at me because she smiled then turned around giving me a full visual of what she was doing. I saw the dimples on her lower back. Damn! My mind was racing with things I wanted to do to her. What my hands wanted to do. What my mouth wanted to do.

"Damn she's..." I let out

"Sexy right?" A girl finished my sentence. I didn't notice the girls that were coming off the stage after being tapped on the shoulder. This was the one that pulled her up to the stage.

"I'm Bridgette. And her? That's Lanz." She said

"Lanz?"

"Well that's her nickname. Her real name is Alana." Bridgette said.

"Nice to meet you Bridgette, I'm Harry." I greeted. This was the girl that was looking at Niall. So I figured I would introduce them.

"Mate this is Bridgette, Bridgette this is Niall." I smiled knowing these two would get along just fine.

"We have a tie" the DJ yelled. I turned my attention back to the stage. Back to her. She and some other girl were the last two on the stage. They had to duke it out to find the winner. The music started again and so did her hips. I was amazed at how she moved her body. I took my eyes off of her for a second only to notice all of the men looking at her. NO. They can't look at her that way. She's mine. I look back to her and what she did next damn near had me run to the stage and take her right there. Her legs spread and she dropped to the floor. Still bouncing her bum as if it were as easy as cake.

"We have a winner!" the DJ announced. Bridgette ran to her to congratulate her. I tried to compose myself. My heart was racing as she got closer. "Fuck, I need a shot." I said to myself. I went to the bar to grab my shot. "Calm down. Calm down. What the hell is wrong with me?" I told myself. I headed back to the cabana and there she was. Her brother was introducing her to the guys. Then I heard her.

"Wasn't there another one with you guys?" she asked. Did she see me? She knew I was looking at her. I just wanted to grab her waist and bring her close to me. I wanted to kiss and caress her...amongst other things.

"Right here love." I gave her a smile. She just wanted to shake my hand. Oh no. There was no way I was just going to shake her hand. I opened my arms to give her a hug. She welcomed it. As I held her, I squeezed tightly on her hips. She leaned into me like she knew the exact place to put her head. All of a sudden she let go. I didn't want this embrace to end but I realized she dropped something. She bent down to grab it. It was her RayBand sunglasses. One of the lenses was scratched.

"My apologies love. I can buy you a new pair" I said. She glanced up at me. It was the first time I saw her eyes. I've never seen eyes this color before. They were green and blue with a hint of honey. Surrounded by thick long eyelashes. I wanted her in the worst way. A guy came over to talk to her about the prize she won from the contest. He was looking at her, the exact way I didn't want him to look at her. He asked her to go with him for some paperwork of some sort. Before she said anything I offered to go with her. She declined but in a polite way. Off she went. My eyes were fixed on her. Making sure the guy kept his distance.

"Haz, you alright?" Liam asked.

"Yeah I'm..." I trailed off. She held my attention. My eyes burning like fire. Liam knew me too well. He knew once I was fixated on something or someone I wouldn't rest until it was mine. I looked back to Liam and saw Grant stand up, eyes wide and fixed on something.

"C'mon Ken!" Grant yelled. "Lanz is going to kill him. He's getting to touchy". My head shot in Alana's direction.

"What's going on?" I said harshly.

"Alana. That guy is getting to close to her. She's...shit come on!!" Ken yelled. Ken and Grant took off running.

I was fuming. He touched her. Fucking touched her. Liam looked at me.

"Calm down mate. Me and Zayn will go." Zayn and Liam took off running.

My eyes widened at what I just witnessed. Alana clocked him in the face. She let loose. Left hook. Right hook. Grant tried to get her off of him but she broke free. Zayn stood in between Alana and the guy. Grant, Ken and Liam tried to get Alana away but the fight in this girl was unbelievable. The guy tried to charge her but Zayn pushed him back. That was it. I was going to kill him myself. I walked around the stage. Our head of security Will met me halfway.

"Mr. Styles". Will said.

"That piece of shit!" I pointed to the pathetic man on the ground. "Bring him to me."

"Yes sir." I walked into the hotel walking down the hallway and opened the door. I was in the banquet room pacing the floor. The things I'm going to do to this sack of shit. The doors busted open. Will and Brian dragged him in and threw him at my feet.

"Do you know who I am? I sternly asked.

"I don't fucking care." He spat.

"Oh you should. Every single inch of this hotel and 8 others on the strip are mine. The one who signs off your paycheck. The one who can wipe you off the face of the fucking earth without a trace." I hissed. "You should care. The young lady who most likely broke your nose?" I laughed. "You touch her again or dare to look at her or say her name. I personally will make sure your ass gets put underground. On that note. You're fired. Got it?" Conviction is every syllable.

"Y-y-yeah." He shuddered.

"Now get out." I yelled He ran out the doors. I began to pace the floor. "Will. Get security for the party at the cabana I was at. For the gentlemen and the ladies."

"Yes sir." Will said. We headed out the door to go back to the cabana. When we reached the bar I could see that the girls were gone. Will and Brian disappeared among the crowd. When I got to the cabana I saw Liam.

"Where is she?" I asked Liam.

"Mate take it easy she's ok. She's actually better then ok. She came back here and took a double shot then went up to the room with the other girls." Liam had a smirk on his face. "You should have seen her Haz. Alana is a force to be reckoned with. We had trouble trying to get her away from him." He said in pure amazement. "I don't know if you can handle this one." Liam said in a serious tone.

"What room are they in?" I asked.

"They're in the penthouse." He said. I turned towards the hotel walking to the elevators. I need to know she's ok for myself. He touched her. She didn't want him and he still touched her. I got in the elevator and placed my key in the slot. The ride up felt like it took forever. I was anxious. I need to see her now. Let her know I'll protect her, even though she seems to do it fine on her own. The doors opened.

"Hey Harry!" Bridgette squealed. "What are you doing up here?"

"I actually wanted to see if Alana was ok. Where is she?" I asked.

"She's in the room. We're all going to do some shopping and she didn't want to go. You're more then welcome to keep her company Harry." Jen said. I could tell she was worried about Alana.

"Thank you. Yes I'll see if she's up for some company. You all go have fun. If anyone gives you trouble just tell them that you're my guests. As a matter of fact I'll have my head of security escort you wherever you want to go." I told the girls.

"Oh my gosh. Thanks! wait so who are you to the hotel?" Bridgette asked. They were all in the elevator and as the door was closing I said.

"I own it."

I knocked on the door and heard Alana's voice say something but I couldn't make it out. She opened the door and I saw her. Her legs were covered in scratches. Bruises already starting to form. I was in shock. She was still just as beautiful. I wanted to hold her in my arms.

"May I come in Alana?"

Notes

Ok so my story has a lot of POVs. I feel like readers should know every aspect of a story. Personally I feel like only hearing it a couple times from different POVs doesn't really cut it. No I am not bashing anyone else's work because of this it's just my personal preference. There are plenty of amazing writers that don't do it this way.

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