Chapter 2:

Chapter 2:

The music slowly surrounds us as Ed and I finally are allowed into Club Devinto, a very exclusive club that we can only get in through by Eds brother. Ed leads me in, saying he'll meet me after he gets a drink for us both. I don't waste time as a song I like begins to pump through the speakers and into my chest. I make my way to the dance floor, jumping up and down and bumping into heavy bodies, gyrating my hips as much as I can to the best. My hands hold tall over my hair in a swishing motion. Before I know it there's a man digging his fingers into my hips, pulling me into his crotch. I gasp at the contact, quickly uttering a dismissal and scattering off as quick as I can over to Ed.

He stands with a pair of wine glasses, handing one to me with a smirk. "Who do guys think they are these days? Going up and starting to basically grind in the middle of a club with a random girl. Ugh, like the girl doesn't have morals.." I burst out in frustration, my face flustered.

"Tay, it's a club, not a ball. These guys think you're some kind of prostitute that'd be bought for $20." Ed explains with a drunken chuckle, his eyes almost crossed by the beer bottle cradled in his hand. "Oh hey, look. Its that Styles' kid your dad works for!"

My heart begins to pound at his name which I immediately shake off without a second thought. "No, dad works for his dad, whose not as much as a jerk as his son as I expect." I state, observing the scene. Harry dances extremely close to a young woman in a tight fitting black one piece pantsuit that open all the way down the middle, stopping at her bellybutton. The woman turns and presses into him, the scene turning into them eating eachothers faces off. I turn my lip in disgust and direct back to Ed, sipping my wine.

"You've met him?" Ed asks.

"Yeah, he came into the shop earlier. You know him?" I ask casually, my tone seemingly not as bubbly as I had hoped.

"Uh.. kinda. I never told you but we went to school together. He was a good friend of mine until his mother died, he changed then... Something snapped and he's been an arrogant son of a-" Eds cut off by his phone ringing loudly. He groans, flips it open, and covers the ear piece so he can mouth 'I gotta take this'. I nod, suddenly aware of the access of guys waiting for Ed to back away. Great..

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When Ed returns to me, I have already dismissed 5 guys asking to dance by using the 'I have a boyfriend' and 'I need a drink' excuses. I release a sigh of relief as he approaches, taking the seat next to me.

"What was that about? I was almost trammeled by pervs.." I laugh giddily, suddenly affected by the alcoholic buzz. He laughs, scratching the back of his neck.

"Sorry, it was about this major deal linking Devero and Franklin, aaaand I know you really could care less by the way you're looking at Styles' again." He says, the last part slurring to me as I realize where my gaze had ended and it's on Harry and his date straddling him in the corner. I quickly revert my eyes again, my cheeks tinting dark red in the light. It was just an incidental out-of-the-mind circumstance.

"Oh- what? Sorry, Ed. I wasn't really looking at him, I just zoned out and he was there. I really do care, go ahead." I get myself together and force a smile. He looks unconvinced but pushes it no further.

"I'll tell you later, come dance!" He shouts, dragging me into the densely crowded dance floor once again.