That night everybody trooped down to one of the local bars that, luckily, wasn't too far from the house. You'd been told it was one of the best; it served delicious Mexican food and drinks and after 9 o'clock the karaoke started up - what more could you want?

As soon as you walked through the doors, a hostess greeted you with colourful sombreros which she was passing around to your whole group. Harry said they expected the large group every year so were very friendly since you tended to spend a shed-load of money whenever you came, hence the gift upon arrival.

"Ooh, I love this!" You squealed, as the four of your sat at a high circular table near the rest of the large group. Around forty people had come on the weekend - which surprised you as you'd only dealt with around ten or so of the people Harry worked the closest with, but it was nice to see some new faces.

The waiter approached your table and you ordered a few things to share, plus four margaritas as they were the bars specificity, "Oh! And can we get one tequila shot please? Make it a big one." Emmy asked with a wink in your direction, just before he left.

"Oh fuck, I forgot about that," you mumbled.

Harry, who was sat next to you, leaned in ever so slightly to whisper softly so only you could hear, "Last I remember, you could handle your tequila Ceece?"

Your eyes widened at the sensual undertone of his words, knowing that he was referring to the tequila shots you'd done at that club during your heated night together all those months ago. The thought of his hooded eyes, sparkling with lust as he watched you do the shot and the lacings of the sharp liquid still on his tongue when he kissed you was enough to make you squirm in your seat from arousal.

As much as you'd healed after what had happened, and had told yourself you were just friends, there was no denying the way your body still reacted to him; it was like you were having withdrawal symptoms and Harry was your drug.

"Have to admit I am a little rusty," you conceded.

"Hmm, 'm sure you've still got it love."

The drinks arrived and you moved the shot with the salt and lime towards you.

"Look, I'll help you out," and without any pre-warning your wrist was in Harry's soft grasp and his pink tongue was darting out to trail a short wet line on the upside of your hand, his jade eyes burning into yours all the while.

You gaped at him as Niall wolf-whistled and Emmy whooped, "That's it guys let's get this party started!"

It was safe to say you were now one hot, horny mess.

Finally registering what was going on you shook the salt onto your hand and proceeded to down the shot with ease, sucking on the lime after. The table clapped you, as you rolled your eyes in embarrassment, mock bowing in your seat.

A light squeeze to your waist made you look up, "See, knew you still had it in ya darling."

A flirtatious grin spread across your face, as you all cheers'ed your margaritas, toasting to love, friendship, and more alcohol, making a very accurate indication of how the rest of the night was going to go down.

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By the time you were all at least six margaritas and four tequilas deep, the karaoke was well under way. Niall, ever the performer, was the first to jump up there and sing some old school classic pop songs that had everyone singing and dancing along. The small dance floor in front of the stage was crammed; fuelled by the sweet rum cocktails, the whole company was absolutely smashed and having a ball. You and Emmy followed soon after him singing a cute, lovey duet together as Harry and Niall acted like fangirls at a rockstars concert, even though you laughed and slurred your way through most of the song.

Even Harry had been up their quicker than you'd thought he would've been, "Harry's actually doing karaoke?!" You asked Niall incredulously, still not fully believing his claim to love karaoke from your conversation a few weeks ago.

"Yeah, he bloody loves it - we won't be able to get him off now."

You laughed in amazement, "I thought he was only joking!" this was yet another side to Harry you hadn't seen but already loved. And to say he loved it was an understatement; he punched the air and pumped his shoulders in time with every beat, the voice leaving his rosy, plump lips husky but smooth and rich like velvet - it was one of the best sounds you'd ever heard. His beautiful eyes were lit up in happiness, and probably a bit glossy from the alcohol, the smile on his face splitting his cheeks with how wide it was. But what truly topped it off, was how his gaze never swayed from you regardless of whether you were watching him or not.

But the highlight of the night so far, had to be when Niall and Harry took to the stage and one-upped you and Emmy big time. They sang Endless Love, with Harry taking on the male vocals and Niall attempting to manage the high female parts. Watching them both on the small stage caressing each others cheeks and staring lovingly into each others eyes was hilarious, but because of the sombreros adorned on their heads it was even funnier.

"Should I be concerned that Niall doesn't look at me the way he's looking at Harry?" Emmy questioned jokingly next to you, her voice already slightly slurred and a lazy grin on her face.

"Nah," you replied, "But maybe just make sure he doesn't slip out from your bed and go to Harry's room later."

"Hm true...but that's your job." She winked at you cheekily, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner before you whacked her on the arm with a disbelieving cry of her name.

You both doubled over in laughter before turning your attention back to the boys who were having the time of their life up there. They would be great in a band together, you thought to yourself.

When the music changed to some disco R&B soul, everyone was dancing up against each other, grooving to the smooth beat. The four of you had been cramped together for a long time and you desperately wanted to feel Harry's firm body swaying behind you, but so far he had hardly touched you.

You knew why - he was being respectful, but after his little show with the tequila you wished he would be anything but respectful; you wanted the dirty side of Harry you'd got to know the first night you met. Dropping some subtle hints to him, fuelled by the alcohol buzzing through your veins just like it had been that night, definitely helped your situation. Eventually, Harry couldn't resist the way you were looking at him combined with the indistinct, sultry movements of your body, and before he knew it, his hand was on your waist bringing you flush to his body, his toned thigh slipping between your own two.

But, ever the tease, you made sure to part from him frequently to keep him wanting more while knowing he couldn't have it. You knew doing this with Harry was a bit risky, but all caution had completely flow out the window about three margaritas ago so you didn't care. The way you bodies moved together was just too sweet to let go of. You could feel something bubbling under the surface between you both, unsure of what it was exactly, but tonight you couldn't get enough of it.

After a while, you made your way back to the table needing some space from the small throng by the stage, plus another round of drinks of course. It was late in the night by this point; the karaoke had mostly stopped and the songs had slowed down, but most of the people carried on swaying to the melodies that rang out around the restaurant.

"Where's Harry?" You asked Emmy and Niall, hiccuping at the end. You couldn't spot his curly hair and emerald eyes, but maybe that was because of how fuzzy everything was looking.

"Uhhhidunno," the sentence slurred out of Niall's mouth in one word, making you and Emmy laugh.

That was when you heard a familiar slow voice speaking through the microphone yet again, "Uh hiya everyone, it's me again," Harry said giggling; you loved it when he giggled, it was such a contrast from the usual serious set of his face, "Ave got one more song to sing since we've slowed things down a bit, enjoy."

The opening tinkling chords of a Stevie Nicks songs surprised you - you didn't take Harry as a classic rock fan, yet it made perfect sense at the same time.

Harry's voice had you mesmerised - he truly was so good, and you found yourself wondering again why he had never considering becoming a singer himself, rather than just being the one behind the scenes. Once again, his gaze never left yours; sparkling green irises hooded by lowered lids, the facial expressions that took up his handsome face as he sang being all to similar to those he had showcased when thrusting deep into you with a moan while you'd fucked.

You shook the dirty thoughts from your mind before they gained momentum. The lyrics were much more soft and romantic compared the look he was giving you, but that slowly made you realise what else was in his eyes as he sang; a vulnerable truth that struck your heart. Instantly, you began to listen closely to the lyrics, knowing they weren't just empty word - but held a meaning that was coming straight from Harry's heart.

"You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes, could you ever love a man like me? And you were right, when I walked into your house, I knew I'd never want to leave,"

The song was so beautiful and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the exquisite, Hawaiian shirt-clad man singing to you with shiny Mardi Gras beads that had somehow found themselves looped around his neck as the night had gone on, seated in a Mexican themed bar with a sombrero sat lopsided on your head. The moment was perfectly imperfect.

"Lovers forever face to face, my city or mountains, stay with me, I need you to love me, I need you today, give to me your leather, take from me my lace,"

And then as Harry finished, left the stage after a cute bow, and began walking straight to you with one clear intention in his eyes, Emmy chose that moment to grab your hand, muttering out a "Imma be sick," before dragging you along with her to the toilet.

DAMN IT EMMY

ngl I don't feel like this is my best chapter but hopefully it's made things heat up a lil bit, their relationship truly goes through some varied emotions lmao Harry is putting the graft in

I ofc took inspiration from the carpool karaoke Harry did with James Corden when they sing Endless Love because it's just the funniest thing + the last song is called Leather and Lace for anyone wondering

also had to use that iconic gif cos if that doesn't make you feel something then idk what to tell you girl

and finally here's the outfit for this chappie :) hope you're all doing okay! lots of love <3

kait x