Chapter Thirteen.-3

I glare daggers at him as we start to walk towards the dance floor, and I'm walking like a  petulant child behind him. "I did not want to dance! You cornered me into agreeing to it, you didn't give me a choice with that crazy bullshit you just pulled!" I argue and Harry looks over his shoulder at my as he leads me to the dance floor and raises a brow. "You had plenty of choices Drew, you could have just gotten up and left for example. But you didn't, instead you're dancing with me now, don't you find that interesting?" I clench my teeth, huffing a breath out my nose and feel my blood pressure rise that higher around him. Why haven't I left yet? "No I just find you irritating" I deflect, trying to ignore the fact I don't have an excuse for why I'm still here with him or know what that even means. Once we're on the dance floor, he stops and turns to stand in front of me, giving me a once over and a playful pout. "Oh yeah, I'm forcing you to actually have some fun for once - I'm a terrible person" I fold my arms over my chest, with an annoyed expression "Why are you so interested in me having fun?" Harry tilts his head, looking thoughtful as he purses his lips "I'm not. I'm far more interested in why you're so hell bent against having fun" I look around the bar like I'm searching for something, dropping my brows in confusion "Did you hear that?" Now Harry looks confused as well "Hear what?" I look back to his face, leaning closer like I'm telling him a secret "It sounded a lot like none of your fucking business" Harrys face lights up as he blows out a laugh through his lips "Never a dull moment with you is there?" Why does it seem like the more abrasive I try to be to push him away, it only has the opposite effect and interests him more? This whole you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar nonsense is turning out to be a load of shit. Because this fly won't fuck off. A woman comes up behind Harry, tapping him on the shoulder to grab his attention before I can reply and I look at her as he turns slightly to see who had touched him. She's all long legs, jet black hair and a body that makes me want to go home and binge on ice-cream in front of the TV and feel like Shrek in the comfort of my own home. She's stunning. Power to her though, kudos on winning that genetic lottery. She looks at Harry as if she's a coy kitten gagging for some milk, her voice just as suggestive as the look on her face. "Mind if I steal a dance?" I say a way too enthusiastic "He'd love to, go right ahead" nearly shoving him at her, at the same time Harry gives her a polite smile and says "Sorry, not tonight" She looks between me and Harry with a perplexed expression, and he looks back to me and quirks his brows with a 'what the hell are you doing' look. What? Sue me for jumping at the opportunity to bail on this. He clears his throat and looks back to the woman "We're on a date, thanks for the offer though - maybe another time" "It's not a date" I cut in, and now the woman looks genuinely confused. Harry steps back from the woman to stand next to me, and smiles "It's a date, she's just having a hard time coming to terms with it" I roll my eyes, huffing in annoyance and the woman gives me a disbelieving look; as if I've lost my mind for not being over the moon about being out with this man. In fact, she almost looks insulted that I'm being so sour over it. She wets her full painted lips, then reaches into her purse and pulls out a pen, before she reaches forward to takes Harrys hand and brings it up to start to write on the back of his hand. She looks at him under her lashes, biting on her lip before releasing at as she finishes scribbling on his hand and Harry is watching her with creased brows. I stare between the two of them, and feel the urge to ask if she would like a moment alone because she is literally fucking him with her eyes and I feel kind of awkward watching. "Well... If you change your mind, give me a call - any time you like" she purrs, releasing his hand and Harry drops it back to his side while she slides her pen back in her purse. I literally can not fathom having that much confidence or being that bold, fuck me its almost impressive to watch. I should be offended or something right? I feel like I should be. I'm not at all, but I feel like a normal person in this situation would usually have a problem with this. I'm starting to think this woman has bigger balls than Harry. "I'll keep that in mind" he replies, giving her a signature charismatic smirk and if I roll my eyes any harder they're going to roll straight out of my head. She glances to me, with a smile that isn't genuine at all "Well you have a good night, you're a lucky girl - he's a real catch" "That's pretty fuckin debatable" I mutter, but then force smile back at her. She looks at me as if I'm insane again, then turns her attention to Harry, batting her lashes that hard at him I'm surprised she didn't fly away before she gives him a suggestive bite of her lip and turns to walk off. Harry turns to face me, ducking his head down to my eye level and raises his brows "Wanna tell me what all that was about?"