Chapter 92: 93

We walk into the elevator and I lean against the wall, next to him rather then across from him like we've done in the past.

Harry's been a little thrown off since I turned him down earlier, I know it's eating away from him on the inside. It's not that I want to turn him down, it's just that I have to in order to prove a point. Harry is so used to me falling undone to his every touch, giving into him so easily because he drives me insane. He knows he has this effect on me and it just boosts his little cocky ego, so now it's payback.

"How long will we be here tonight?" I ask, referring to the club.

"Not really sure, why?" He asks while looks down at me, our right and left shoulders brushing together.

"No reason." I whisper while purposely looking at his light pink lips- wanting him to notice my subtle glances and make him think I really want to kiss him.

This is kinda twisted for me to do, but he gets what he deserves. He literally had me begging for him the other day and turned me down to teach me a stupid lesson. So now I'm going to subtly act all sensual around him but just by giving him enough to leave him on the edge, like he did to me other day.

He notices my glance at his lips before I stare back up at his dark emerald eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" He murmurs down to me, catching onto my antics and smirking.

"Am I not allowed to stand this close to you?" I almost whisper while suddenly standing in front of him, running my hands down his forearms to meet his hands and intertwining them together.

He leans down and smashes our lips together, immediately flipping us around and pinning me against the wall. His hands both grab my cheeks and jaw, holding me in place while he vigorously moves his lips with mine. I smirk lightly, knowing I have him right where I want him.

My hands slide under his black shirt, running up his sides teasingly- feeling his tense muscles that are covered by his soft inked skin. His body presses against mine, grinding our hips together.

His hand moves from my cheek and slams the big red stop button on the elevator panel, making the elevator jolt to a halt.

"I'm not done with you yet." His raspy voice growls against my lips before slipping his tongue in my mouth.

He grips my one thigh and lifts it up to pin against his waist. The pads of his fingers dig into my thighs and his other stays firmly gripped on my jaw.

My hands trace down his torso lightly and stop right at the waist of his jeans, tucking my fingers in the waistband but not going any farther.

"You're killing me." He grunts against my lips as my hands stay teasingly under the belt of his pants. I'm aware he wants me to go further- but if I do then I automatically lose at my own game.

"I know." I whisper before quickly throwing my hand out to hit the round button that makes the elevator go again.

He looks at my hand hit the button and immediately turns his head back to look at me in shock. His eyebrows furrow together in confusion and a lot of frustration. His jaw tightens and she shakes his head in aggravation.

The elevator door opens to the main strip and I smirk at him- knowing he's pissed that I'm leaving him hanging like this.

"You coming?" I ask with a smirk before pushing by him and walking out of the elevator.

"Well I was fucking hoping to but you decided to stop." He says in annoyance, meaning a much dirtier version of what I was talking about.

I can tell that now he's getting really pissed because I keep leading him on but stopping. The look of anger in his eyes was so promentimet when I unstopped the elevator right as things were getting heated.

Even though he's pissed, it doesn't stop him from wrapping his arm around my waist.

"You're playing a real dangerous game here sweetheart." He mutters into my ear- his hot breath tampering down my skin.

I chuckle and shake my head, getting a lot more enjoyment out of this then he thinks I am.

"So what you're saying is that you don't like to be teased?" I look up at him and arch my brow playfully.

His eyes go wide and the realization hits him like a time of bricks. He shakes his head and me and runs his curls back out of his face.

"This is what this is all about? Because of what happened the other day in my office?" He asks eagerly while we continue to walk to the club that's blaring music.

"This is a two way street Harry. I told you that I wouldn't forget." I murmur as we turn into the club, skipping the usual line up of girls.

"For fuck sakes." He mumbles under his breath in frustration. He hates loosing control, especially about this. Harry always knows how to get what he wants without hesitation because I melt in his arms every time. So I know that this is really bugging him- he hates being teased.

We walk into the humid club and the music drowns out our voices at the perfect time in our conversation. The usual people dance on the dance floor and the half naked women dance on the tables for the leather jacketed me.

His grips stays tight around my waist as we make our way to the vip section on the second floor and behind the velveted curtain. We step up the ten steps and get behind the curtain, making the music drown out a little more by ever step we get farther from the dance floor.

I look and see that the guys are sitting at a giant circular booth rather then the black leather couches at the back- strange.

I arch my brow as we walk over to booth with the three men taking shots.

"Why the fuck are we here this time?" Harry abruptly says as we approach the table.

"Hello to you too." Liam rolls his eyes sarcastically.

"We came in earlier and two people were fucking on the couches so we decided to just not sit over there today." Niall explains- making my nose scrunch up in disgust. Thank god we're sitting over here then.

Harry shakes his head at them and signals me to sit down. Once I did he slides in after me and sits on the end. The booth is pretty big for only five people. Niall and Louis sit on the direct opposite side of us and Liam sits a bit to the curving part of the booth in the middle, leaving Harry and I a lot of room on our side of the booth.

The second we sit down, Harry grabs a shot off the table and tossing it back in his mouth before immediately grabbing another and doing the same thing.

"You okay Styles?" Liam asks as they all watch Harry desperately try to get alcohol in his system.

The clear liquid shoots down his throat and he places the empty glasses back on the table next to the other empties that the boys have consumed.

"Just has been a stressful evening." He answers while placing his hand on my upper thigh- making a shock run through my body. His grip is tight and I know he's talking about me.

"I can't tell." Liam says.

"We got a bottle of water for you Amelia because your body guard won't let you drink alcohol." Niall says to me, pulling his attention to the sealed water bottle on the table- making a verbal jab at Harry's overprotectiveness.

"Oh, thank you." I smile lightly.

"God today's meeting was a fucking joke." Louis mumbles while shaking his head.

"Fuck I know." Niall agrees while taking a swig from him beer.

Harry's hand creeps up my dress under the table, making my heart beat rapidly. His big hand slides between my thighs slowly. I shift a little in my seat as his inches his hand further up under my dress.

My breath gets heavy and the guys conversation drowns out in my ears. I look up at Harry next to me as he keeps his vision on the guys, listening to them like nothing happening below the table.

His hand slides high up and he brushes his fingers across the fabric of my underwear. My body flinches at his touch and I kick the side of his foot in irritation.

He smirks slightly at my reaction and takes his bottom lip between his fingers of his free hand, still listening to the guys. He's driving me crazy and he knows it. Now we're both playing this sick twisted game.

God I need that water right about now.

His fingers toy with the fabric between my legs and he suddenly brushes his fingers across my center, making me straight out gasp and squeeze my legs more tightly shut then they already were.

The second the sound leaves my lips, every guys head turns to my attention- making the conversation come to a halt. Every pair of eyes at the table lands on me and a cold rush runs through my body.

"What's your problem?" Louis chuckles while shaking his head. My eyes go wide and I push Harry's hand out from between my legs.

"I-I uhm- sorry-" I get all flustered and I can feel my cheeks going hot in nervousness.

"We'll be right back." Harry immediately cuts me off and steps out of the booth, grabbing my hand and pulling me out with him. I grab the water bottle with my other hand as he abruptly pulls me out of the booth.

He pulls me quickly away from the table and right out of the vip section. His grip is so tight around my wrist as he quickly pulls me down the stairs and through the club. I don't know if he's mad at me or not, it really seems like it.

He can't be mad at me for gasping at the table, it's literally his fault I did it.

He drags me all the way through the people and to the washroom. He bashes through the washroom door and eagerly looks around to see its empty. Of course it's empty- when is it not empty?

He turns around and slams his lips against mine, grabbing my bum and squeezing it before lifting me up to straddle his waist.

"I can't play this fucking game anymore." He grunts against my lips while walking over and crashing my back into the unlocked stall door. We smash through the door aggressively and he shuts it behind us- locking it. He whips the water bottle out of my hand and drops it upright on the ground while keeping our lips together.

To be honest I'm tired of this game too, I think I gave him enough payback. I've been teasing myself just as much as I've been trying to tease him.