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Staring.

That's all I could do, just stand there and stare up at him. This man looked like a Greek statue. His eyes were the deepest shade of green, if I stared at them long enough I swear I would turn to stone. His brown hair perfectly quiffed up. Not a strand of hair out of place.

"Hmm?" He hums at me.

Shit. Have I been staring for that long. Wait... what did he say before that.

I blinked a couple times up at him trying to remember what he asked me. And I guess he could see that I had no idea what he said. He licks his lip a bit slowly turning into a sly smirk.

"I said.... You're not much of a drinker aren't you love." He says leaning closer. His deep and thick accent ringing through my ears, it's so soothing. Not gonna lie, I could fall asleep to it.

I glance down at my rootbeer bottle and chuckle a little. "Oh... oh no I'm not." I mumble and I fiddle with the top of the bottle looking down at it. I try to look anywhere but his eyes. I see him moving his head down trying to catch my eye contact. I look back up as he gives an open-mouthed smirk as he caught my eyes.

"What's your name?" He stares down at me.

"Riley Moore." For some reason I decided to give him my full name. I could've just have said Riley or hell maybe even Ri because people call me that sometimes but I have no idea why-

"Pretty name." He says snapping me out of my rambling thoughts, as Louis places down a glass infront of him. He takes a sip of his drink without leaving eye contact with me.

"What's yours?" I say breaking eye contact messing with my rootbeer bottle once again out of habit. Did I mention that I absolutely HATE eye contact? Yeah no I start to physically shake and sweat if I have to hold it for more than 10 seconds, even with Cara.

"Harry Styles." He says mocking me of how I said my full name. I chuckle a little taking a sip of my drink. I then feel a piece of my hair being lifted, I turn my head seeing Harry playing with my hair.
"Is this natural?" He says twirling a strand with his finger.

"Yup I'm a ginger, kinda like Ron Weasley or even strawberry shortcake." I ramble on and he gives a little chuckle, staring down at me in amusement. He lets go of my hair and looks over at Louis giving him a nod.

I furrow my eyebrows together wondering what the nod was about. I turn my head around at Cara and Louis still talking as he's cleaning glasses and I feel a finger on my chin dragging my head back to him. "Do you wanna come?" His voice suddenly got a tad deeper as he leans forward a bit.

Excuse me what? Do I wanna what?

My eyes widen a bit and he gives a half smirk looking down at my lips and back up to my eyes. "No not like that darling... unless you're up for it." He says straight forward. I blink a couple times at what he just said to me.

"Oh um..." I look down at the floor, "What I meant was, do you wanna follow me over there." He motions his head to the corner where the couches were. I look in his direction and back up at him. "Oh to the couch where a girl was devouring your neck?" I say raising my drink up to my lips without caring what his reaction would be for some reason.

He laughs under his breath and holds his hand in mine as he drags me with him. I just had enough time to place my drink down before I was dragged through the crowd of sweaty body's amongst the orange tinted club. We make it over to the couches where there were two boys and the same blonde girl that was straddling him.