Resolution

I searched through my bag for the small business card Harry had given me and texted the number on the back.

‘Hey, it’s Elle! I just got to the club but there’s a huge line so I may be out here for a while.’

Two minutes later my phone vibrates with a message from the number: ‘Don’t worry about the line, I’ll be right out to get you!'

Less than a minute had passed and suddenly a burst of screaming came from the crowd waiting outside the entrance. Turning to see what everyone was screaming about, green eyes lock with mine from the doorway. I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. The green eyes, the perfect smile, the curly brown hair. Harry freaking Styles was at the same club I was going to. Why was he just standing in the doorway? Why was he looking at me? Fuck, why is he pointing at me?

One of the security guards at the door walk over to me and says, “Mr. Styles is letting you in. Please hurry we can’t hold back all those girls for long.”

He pushes me past a few girls who are huddled together crying and into the club. Once inside I feel like I can’t breathe. Staring Harry Styles right in the eyes I feel my legs start to go numb, followed by my arms. My body feels hot and I can only hear a muffled yell as my ears start to ring and my mind sprints down a black tunnel.

I open my eyes to find someone else staring right back at me.

“Are you ok?” He pants, “I didn’t know what happened, I just brought you outside through the back. I thought the fresh air would help.”

Still thoroughly confused I reply, “I am so sorry,” I say sitting up letting my head get adjusted to its normal position, “I just wasn’t expecting it to be you, I mean you’re Harry Styles.”

He laughed, “I probably should have told you that before, I thought you might’ve already noticed it was me but I guess not.” He took my hand and helped me off the bench I was lying on.

“Yeah that probably would’ve been a good ice breaker.” I said smiling at him.

We walked back into the club and he led me to a large booth near one of the bars. Harry had told me we were meeting a few of his friends, and as we got closer I realized just who his friends were. Sitting at the booth were Niall and Liam.

After fangirling for a little over 5 minutes Harry finally suggested we all play a drinking game to ease my nerves. Three rounds of some card game they had all made up where it seemed that every time I picked up any card I had to take a shot, I was very drunk to say the least.

“Oh my god they’re doing karaoke! Let’s go we can do like a barber shop quartet thingy!” I slur, trying to drag them all over to the machine. When they all denied my request I stood up, “Fine. I’ll go be a quartet by myself.”

Striding over to the machine I pick out my song and go stand in the middle of the stage. The beginning notes of Gold Dust Woman start playing and I begin the performance. I know I’m a truly awful singer but I don’t care. Harry Styles is staring at me smiling and that’s all I care about.

The song ends and I prance over to the dance floor surrounded by applause from the crowd of wasted college students. Swaying to the beat I turn towards the booth to look at Harry. He’s still just sitting there smiling at me. I motion for him to come over.

He makes his way through the crowd and comes to stand in front of me. I take his hands and place them on my hips starting to dance again. We started dancing together, his hands moving to take mine.

At first, it’s all fun and games. Harry just twirling me across the dance floor and waltzing like “a proper lady and gent” as he put it, but the closer we got, the more intense the dancing seemed to feel until I was actually grinding my ass on him.

His hands moved from my hands to my waist as I continued to grind my body against his. As I started to feel him harden against me he spun me around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to break your resolution?” He lowered his head towards me, his lips brushed against mine as he moved them next to my ear, “Because I do.”

Now at this point I feel like I could just strip and take him right there because his voice is enough to make me rethink my entire existence, but somehow, I keep it together.

I take his hand looking up at him and lead him down the hallway to the bathrooms. Once out of view of the dance floor I push him up against the wall, pressing against his chest.

“I only said I’m giving up on romantic relationships and it’s not a relationship if it only happens once right?” I breathe in his ear.

He looks at me, takes my hands off his chest and drops them at my side, “I’d rather wait. I don’t want this to just be a one night stand Elle, I’ll wait.” He looks down at me waiting for my response.

“I-I, what?” I stutter, “You’d rather wait a year to maybe hook up with me more than once than just do it right now and probably again because I can already tell you’d be good at it?” I stare at him shocked, “I just need to tell myself it’s only gonna be once so I can feel better about it!”

He rolls his eyes, “No, I’m waiting. I’m gonna feel like shit when you wake up tomorrow and regret fucking me. Plus we just met and you probably think I just invited you here to hook up with you and I don’t need you thinking I’m some womanizer or something like that.”

“Harry, I don’t think any of that.” I tell him continuing to push against his chest, “Just don’t think about that stuff, we can talk about all that shit in the morning.”

I move my hands higher so they’re resting in his hair at the back of his neck. He lets out a small moan as I pull the hair tighter in my fists. He moves his hands from my waist up to my shoulders before turning us around with my back against the wall.

“We can talk in the morning but nothing’s happening tonight love.” He says bringing his hand up to my face. His thumb dragging across my bottom lip before resting on my cheek, “Come on let’s get you home you’re drunk.”

He lightly kissed my forehead before taking my hand to guide me back down the dimly lit hallway and into the bar. We walked back to the booth so I could grab my bag and say goodbye to his friends and then snuck out the back door. He called someone named Paul and 30 seconds later a large, black SUV was pulling up in front of us.

Harry led me to the car, opening the door for me to get in. Once in the car and after giving the driver the address, I realize just how tired and wasted I actually am and drop my head on Harry’s shoulder. The last thing I sense before falling asleep is the musky smell of Harry’s cologne.

Notes

Sorry it's taken me so long to post more! I just got back to school and have been swamped with homework!

Hope you guys enjoy!!