Descendants.

The first two and a half weeks of living in England had been overwhelming. Between trying to find a job, a place to live, spending time with my parents, and shuttling myself back and forth from Wolverhampton to London, I was an exhausted wreck. It probably didn’t help matters that, almost every night since the ‘welcome home’ party, I had spent in one nightclub or another. My brother and his friends really took their time off seriously.

They seriously spent most of it drunk.

And the more I drank, the more I couldn’t deny the sparks that flew every time Harry jokingly put his arm around me, or gave me that cheeky dimpled grin. In the daylight, sober, I could push those thoughts aside. But trying telling the wasted version of you that he’s not attractive.

It’s impossible.

I just hadn’t found enough liquid courage to actually do anything about it yet. I wasn’t sure if Liam would consider it stepping over some sort of boundaries, since the guy was one of his closest friends. And they worked together. He’d given me a hard time about it on a few occasions, saying something about how being a cougar must run in our family since Nicola couldn’t keep her eyes off him either. Or that perhaps we all just gravitated towards the Harry Styles’ of the world.

But in all fairness, Harry hadn’t made a move either. A few nights ago, at some hole in the wall pub they frequented when they were home, I thought he might actually man up. But he wasn’t leaning in taste the liquor on my lips. He was just leaning across me to say something to Niall, before they both dissolved into a fit of laughter. Color me disappointed. I was positive that he could sense my feeling of frustration, if the twinkle in his eye was any indication. But still, he did nothing about it.

When Liam had called earlier and said everyone was meeting up at a dance club in London, I knew exactly what I was going to have to do.

“Damn, B!” Ruth whistled the second she saw me get off the train. She had stayed in London at a friend’s place last night and decided to meet up with me so we could catch a cab to the club together. She said it was to save money, but I’d learned she wasn’t a fan of doing things alone.

Choosing an outfit for that night had been fairly simple. Get Harry’s attention was the name of my game. The skirt was short, black, and lace. The three essentials when trying to seduce your brother’s friend.

I pulled a flask out of my handbag and handed it to her as I went to flag down a cab. She chuckled, lifting the amber colored liquid to her lips and taking a long swig.

“Whiskey?” She coughed, the liquid obviously burning on the way down. “You really are planning on getting shitfaced tonight, aren’t you?” The only person who knew my internal struggles when it came to Mr. Styles was my youngest sister. And only because she had followed me into the bathroom the night of the non-kiss. I was so irritated that I spilled everything. Well, irritated and drunk. She swore she wouldn’t say a word to anyone, and as far as I knew, she’d kept my secret. Truthfully, I was glad I had someone to talk to about it, even if I wouldn’t admit it.

Ruth spent the seven minute cab ride drinking as much whiskey as possible. I tried to take it back from her at one point, but she clearly stated that I’d had it for three hours and she had a lot of catching up to do. The boys had left our names at the door, so we bypassed the line with only minimal protests from the people who were waiting in the cold outside the club. Finding our table was always easy: head to the VIP section and then all the way to the back. When we were out in public, none of the boys wanted to risk being seen more than necessary.

“LADIES!” Niall shouted, standing on the booth seat, throwing his hands up in the air, as Ruth and I approached the large semi-circular booth. “Shots for the table!” Almost as quickly as he threw out his order, a waitress appeared with a tray full of shots. As she passed them out to everyone at the table, Ruth slid into the booth next to Sophia and Liam. I followed quickly, taking Sophia’s shot when she declined hers, throwing them back one after the other. Liam’s eyes shot to my face, before looking at Ruth.

“Yes, little Payne.” She nodded at him. “Our eldest sister is on her way to growing a pair of balls.” I elbowed her, hard. Rubbing her side and laughing, she continued. “I mean, she’s getting very, very drunk.”

A look of concern passed over Liam’s dark features. Before he could say a word, I shook my head.

“Leave the disapproving ‘you’re better than this’ pep talks to Geoff, Liam. I’m older than you, wiser than you, and obviously –“ I hiccupped. “– Drunker than you. I’m going to the bar to get a real drink. Ruth?”

She shook her head and pointed to the one she had stolen from Sophia. Liam’s girlfriend always came out with the group, but she wasn’t much of a drinker. Instead of peer pressuring her into consuming, Ruth and I usually just helped her with her drinks. It was a win-win for everyone involved.

I stood up, getting several whistles and cat calls from the males at the table, before Liam told them, specifically, to shut the hell up. Laughing, I pushed my way through the crowd of people trying to get into the VIP section and headed to the bar at the back of the room. Sliding between a couple of frat boys, I flagged the bartender down with a quickness.

“Diet Coke and whiskey, for the lady.” The stern voice behind me barked to the bartender. “Scotch for me.” I felt his left arm reach around me to rest on the edge of the bar, while his right arm extended to hand a tip to the man fixing our drinks. I could smell the liquor on his breath, mixed with the intoxicating scent he always wore. Reaching to grab his drink, I felt him press the entire length his body into the back of mine, as I tried to catch my breath. I grabbed my drink in my shaking hands, turning around to face him.

“Thanks for the drink, Styles.” I purred. His mouth lifted in a half grin, as he nodded, his eyes traveling all the way down my body and back up again. Grabbing my hand roughly, he pulled me along behind him. Away from the bar, past the people still trying to get into the VIP section, and back to the table where the rest of our friends sat. He gestured for me to slide back in next to Ruth, before taking a seat on the bench beside me. Ruth was deep in conversation with Liam about Nicola’s latest anti-big sister movement. I was living the conversation; I didn’t need to be reminded that one of the Payne children was still trying to sabotage my relationship with the rest of the family. Luckily for me, everyone was aware of her antics.

I felt Harry lean towards me before I heard his voice in my ear.

"This dress," his fingers traced the hemline of my skirt softly, almost tickling my bare skin. My nerves were on fire, and he'd hardly laid a finger on me. His index finger dipped slightly underneath the fabric, a challenge in his eye. "You're going to kill me in this dress, Blair."

"Perhaps that was my intention. Maybe," I put my mouth close to his ear and exhaled slowly before I finished my sentence. "Maybe I wanted to kick start your imagination." I swore I heard him growl.

Turning back just enough to catch the lust in his green eyes, I was positive I had heard him growl.

"I've been getting off twice a day thinking about you. The way you smell, how soft your skin is," his hand dipped a little farther underneath my skirt. I tried to scoot closer, desperate to help him out, but he kept his distance. He was playing with me. "That mouth. Fuck, Blair. The things I've imagined that mouth doing."

I felt him shudder.

"I don't need any help with my imagination, love." He stated, smugly.

In a bold move, fueled by the massive amount of alcohol I had consumed in the past couple of hours, I leaned towards him and let my hand rest on the fly of his very tight black jeans.

Oh my.

"You're playing with fire, girl." If he bit the inside of his lip any harder, he was bound to draw blood. It had been a long time since I had physically affected someone quite so much. The movement of my palm over his already impressive bulge sent his fingers the rest of the way under my skirt. I stilled, waiting for his reaction.

"Where the fuck are your knickers?" He cursed under his breath as I smiled at his choice of British words.

"Oh you mean my panties? I left them at home. They didn't work with my dress and -- oh." The second his calloused fingers touched me, all words ceased to exist.

"Is this turning you on, Blair?" I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. I knew if anyone had been paying any attention to us, they would have known exactly what we were up to. I saw the exact moment that Harry came to the same conclusion. Looking around, he realized that our options were limited. "You are going to continue a conversation with the people at this table without them knowing that I've got my fingers inside you right now, do you understand?" I moaned quietly. He pushed his fingers in deeper, causing me to gasp.

"Do you understand me?!" Oh this rough, sexy, demanding voice was doing nothing to halt my sex drive. In fact, he was just turning me on more with each passing syllable. I nodded again. "You have to speak, love." His tone was softer. "I know that you are so worked up you can hardly see straight, but if they find out what's going on over here, it'll be over before it starts."

"I - I can do it." I turned my body towards my sister, spreading my legs a little wider at the same time, giving Harry a better angle to continue his assault while I tried to join the conversation my siblings were still having. Thinking, while trying not to give away my under-the-table activity, was a daunting task.

Harry's fingers never stalled, sliding up and down, pausing only to circle the tip of his middle finger around my clit. Every time he touched it an electric current ran from the end of my toes to the top of my head. I snuck my left hand down the front of my body, meeting him knuckle deep in my most intimate spot.

Pulling his fingers away, I leaned my head back, and said as calmly as possible, "If you don't find a way to meet me in the bathroom with the green door in 5 minutes or less, I will be taking matters into my owns hands."

Notes

Chapter Title lyrics: "Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground.