C7 Chapter 7

“Where can I put my jacket?”

He smirked and I wanted nothing but to slap those cocky smirks off his face.

“I’ll show you, follow me.”

I followed him out of the kitchen and into a room right by the door that was filled with coats.

“Pick any spot you want princess.” He said and the last word was spoken in an amused tone.

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Why?” he asked after I placed my jacket on the small couch in the corner and followed him out of the room.

“Because I hate it. Oh and here is your present.”

I took the fifty-pound bill out of my jacket and handed it to him.

“You’re giving me money for my birthday? Have you looked around? Do I seem like I need it?”

Shut the fuck up

“What else am I supposed to give you?”

“Birthday sex…birthday sex.” He started singing and I rolled my eyes, leaving him there.

I found Jake in the kitchen chatting up some poor guy so I decided to leave him alone. Emma was in the living room doing shots with Harry. I walked next to her and she asked me if I wanted in on it too. I shrugged and nodded, because why the fuck not.

Harry poured Vodka in three shot glasses and after he counted down from three, we downed them.

“Bleah, this is so horrible.” I said and shook my head at the bitter taste.

“You get used to it eventually.” Harry told me.

“I hope so.” I laughed and he laughed too.

We heard a few shouts and someone yelling ‘Baker, before we turned to the door to see Lucas and Eleanor walking in together.

“Do you want to um-dance? Maybe.” Harry asked and put his arm around my shoulder.

I was taken aback by his gesture and I spotted Lucas immediately catching my eye before he looked me up and down.

“Okay?” I said unsure and Harry squeezed my shoulder before he guided me towards the mass of people dancing.

I’d never danced with anyone before but I could easily learn by watching someone else do it. Emma winked at me as we walked and I had no idea what was going on.

There must’ve been some reason for Harry doing this. And I was going to find out.

He pulled me against his chest and all I could do was oblige, and as soon as his hands reached my hips we started moving in sync. It wasn’t hard at all to be honest, and soon enough we were literally grinding.

I knew people were probably watching us and thinking why someone like Harry would dance with me. I decided to let go for a couple of songs and got the hang of dancing pretty quickly.

After a few more songs I finally turned around and let him know that I wanted to go get a drink, and he offered to go with me. I didn’t miss the look he shot Lucas as we walked past him, who was on the couch, listening to Eleanor telling a story.

“I don’t mean to be nosy, but what is going on with you and Lucas?” I asked as he mixed some Red Bull with Vodka.

He smiled down at me, showing off his dimples.

“I’ll have to be more than just tipsy to tell you that.” He said and I raised my eyebrows because it sounded like it was something really serious.

“Better get on that then.” I replied and he nodded, handing me the cup filled with my drink.

We drank the cup in approximately three minutes, and I was starting to feel slightly dizzy to be quite honest. Harry started getting a bit touchy after that, putting his arm around my shoulder and mumbling stuff into my ear about the way Lucas looked so good in a tank top.

And I was by now almost completely sure that Harry had a crush on him.

“I really need to um-find a bathroom. Like, right now.” I said into his ear and he nodded, giving me some instructions about how to get there.

I found both of them but they seemed to have been occupied, so I decided to wander upstairs, not really sure whether that area was off-limits or not. It seemed like it wasn’t, judging by the group of people getting high by the window at the end of the hall and the two girls basically devouring each other’s faces.

I tried every single door but they were almost all bedrooms and one office. When I finally turned left on the hallway, I stumbled upon two doors right across from each other.

I went to open the one on the right, but completely froze in mid-action when I spotted some girl on her knees in front of Noah, sucking him off with a passion. She seemed to have been joying it more than he was.

Noah and I made quick eye contact before I turned crimson and slammed the door back shut. I turned around and knocked at the door across from what was probably Noah’s bedroom. When I didn’t get an answer, I opened it and looked around.

It was pitch black, so I felt the wall up until I turned on the light to reveal what seemed to be an actual children’s room.

I was about to close the door when I spotted a small boy peeking at me from under his blanket.

“Noah?”

“Um…no. I’m uh, I’m Dani.”

This must be Noah’s little brother

Didn’t Zack say that his parents took him to Liverpool?

“Is Noah here?”

“No. He’s…busy. What’s your name?”

“Elliott.” The small boy said and sat up properly in his bed. He had sort of long hair and brown eyes and he was really cute.

“I’m Dani.”

“I’m FOUR!” he yelled and showed me three fingers. “How old are you?!”

“Seventeen.”

“Noah is NINETEEN! It’s his birthday today!”

“I know. Don’t you mind the loud music?”

He shook his head.

“Noah plays it all the time when mommy and daddy fight.”

“Where are they now?”

“In Liverpool but Noah said that I should stay here with him.”

“Oh…okay.” I awkwardly said. I really needed to pee. “Do you know where I can find a bathroom?”

Elliott nodded and pointed to a door across from his bed.

“You can use mine.”

“Really?"

He nodded.

“Thank you.”

I quickly made my way into the bathroom and two minutes later I was already done.

“Thanks again. Are you sure you’re alright?” I checked, kind of feeling sorry for him.

“Noah would never do something bad to me.” He assured me smiling. “I’m just going to sleep now.”

“Sorry if I woke you up.”

He smiled and got under the blanket once again, clenching his eyes shut. I sighed and turned off the light before I left the room, only to bump into Noah. He was shirtless and his hair was disheveled. He seemed mad.

“What were you doing in there?” he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Uh-your brother let me use the bathroom. And it’s really inappropriate to keep a four year old child while a party goes on downstairs.”

“Is that so?” he asked sarcastically, taking a step closer. He probably thought he was intimidating me (which he kind of was but that wasn’t the point).

“It is. Not to mention that you were-doing stuff in the room right across the hall.”

“You jealous?” he asked, lips spreading into a smirk.

“As if!” I replied and tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way. “I need to go back downstairs.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to spend time with you.”

“Aw babe I’m hurt.” He mocked and placed a hand over his heart. I tried not to obviously stare at his defined abs. I spotted a small empty heart tattooed on his right hip. He had one more tattoo of a quote in Arabic right under his left wrist bone.

“You’re staring.”

“You’re in my way.”

“Oh by all means princess.” He said and stepped aside, showing me the way with his arm.

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s annoying and I don’t appreciate you mocking me. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I mumbled and walked past him, quickening my pace.