The first thing Harry noticed on me were my tattoos, or lack thereof as he blinked at the bare skin of my exposed shoulders and arms, leaning his head forward.

Wordlessly he grabbed my limp arm, bringing it up and checking it up and down before inspecting my shoulders.

His brows were furrowed in concentration, spinning my body around looking for any sign of ink on my skin before he finally licked his thumb, grabbing my arm and rubbing it causing the makeup to smear and reveal the swirls of tattoos hidden underneath .

"Ron what the hell." Harry looked up at me like a curious puppy, an evident frown on his face as I removed myself from his touch and shrugged.

"I've noticed a lot of rich people get really distracted seeing a lot of tattoos on girls and I don't know, I just want the main topic guests are talking about to be Alan's dishes not that black chick with tattoos all over her body." I explained, not really caring about the attention but rather wanting it more focused on my friend.

"Uh-huh." Harry said, not even listening making me realize he was still trying to rub his thumb over my skin, his face only inches from my arm as he tried to take the make up off in determination.

"Did you get anything I just said right now." I tested him with a look as he finally brought his green eyes up to meet my brown ones.

"Alan wanted you to be there, all of you. Every bit, including your tattoos stupid." Harry berated, grabbing a makeup wipe, running the cool tissue across my skin, cleaning the concealer off my tattoos.

He tilted his chin up, silently telling me to do the same as I followed, watching him bite his lower lip in concentration as he swept the tissue gently across the side of my neck, then over the blade of my shoulder, down to my arms and hands, ink designs trailing behind his movements.

"Seriously." Harry said when he noticed the blank skin of my legs, making me stare down at him in disbelief, surprised that he actually knew I had a few tattoos that reached my legs and thighs.

I just looked at him with a careless expression as he rolled his eyes and retrieved another make up wipe, kneeling down in front of me.

"Hike up your dress." He instructed before he caught the look I was giving him.

"Don't worry, I'm not a dirty pervert like you so you can trust me on this." He said with a teasing grin as I pursed my lips, refraining from saying anything before raising my satin dress higher until my thigh was exposed to him.

Harry placed his large, warm hand over the back of my thigh, keeping it there as he used the other to wipe the skin, revealing my penny board tattoo as I looked down, patiently watching him.

He suddenly leaned forward, blowing on the prickling skin of my thigh as my hair stood on end at the cold chill, Harry watching me shudder like a wet puppy as I made a face of discomfort, making him let out a small laugh of amusement before he carried on to my calf.

"There, feels better right?" Harry sighed when he rose back to his full height, tossing the make up covered tissues into the bin by the door.

"I feel wet." I murmured, a shiver shaking my whole body as I let out a "brrr" at the sensation of the air hitting my damp skin.

Harry sent me sly grin.

"Don't worry, that tends to happen whenever I touch a girl, you'll get used to it." He empathetically patted my back, waiting for me at my front door while I got my jacket and bag, eyeing me with a handsome grin while I stared at him with a blank face.

"So you're not afraid of anyone seeing us together..." I suddenly brought up as we headed to the unstable elevator of my building.

"Most of the guests at the hotel will be big names in the culinary world and lots of well known chefs from across the globe. They won't know who we are unless someone calls me by my last name so we're safe." Harry shrugged, straightening his cufflinks as I formed an 'O' with my lips, nodding.

"Okay but Claire." I pointed out as we exchanged looks.

"Told her I was in the middle of a crisis and I'd make it up to her with dinner on my yacht." He casually informed, like everyone just had a yacht lying around to eat dinner on as he readjusted his tie.

"What are you guys having?"

"Some French cuisine you probably can't pronounce." There was no underlying hostility or mockery behind his tone, he was just an oblivious idiot stating facts as he checked his gold watch.

"Can you save me some leftovers." I requested as we exited out of the elevator and building, getting into his sleek, priceless new corvette.

"Course." Harry simply looked at me with a small grin, his large hand on the gear shift as the gold rings gleamed on his long fingers.

I was already fucking up the night and I hadn't even stepped in the building of the Grande hotel yet.

I had glared at the valet parking people as they took Harry's keys to his corner, eyeing them suspiciously in their pristine uniforms.

Then I didn't want anyone taking my purse or jacket at the concierge desk.

"They're not going to steal anything." Harry laughed at me, trying to reach out for my bag as I shook my head with wide eyes, hugging it to my chest making him laugh even harder when I jerked back violently at the touch of one of the bellboys trying to help, my nostrils flaring with alarm and my body leaning back as he backed away slowly, distancing himself.

I gave him a quick, threatening once over with my wide eyes.

It took a lot of convincing, and after counting every cent and coupon in my purse I finally let them take my things, the employees promising they would keep it safe in the coat closet for the guests while I sulked and nodded, staring down at my feet as Harry continued to hide his laughs with coughs against his fist, dropping his smile and straightening when I looked at him.

But he would only try to suppress his laughter for so long, snickering until he opened his mouth with a smile, hiding his face and looking away laughing.

"I don't mean to bother you two but, do you happen to be Harry and Ron?" A well groomed, tan Mexican man with gelled back hair and a thin, elegant chain around his neck asked, rings over his thumb and pointer fingers as Harry and I blinked at him before exchanging looks.

"Yeah." We answered apprehensively.

"Come, follow me. Alan's been waiting for you two." The man jerked his fingers, gesturing us to follow as he sent us an assuring nod while we hesitantly trailed after him, passing by all the large, high vaulted chandelier ceilings.

He led us past all those elegant ballrooms and what looked to be high class banquets and auctions of priceless items inside them, as we turned corners and walked down spacious halls, only for everything to get increasingly smaller and narrower as the man led us to a door with the label "Servant's Quarters."

That's what did it for Harry.

"Um, why are we going in the Help section?" Harry spoke up with furrowed brows.

"Out of everything that's what you ask," I murmured as he sent me a sharp glare while the man we were following had his back to us, a few steps ahead.

"How did you know who we are?" I decided to ask the well dressed man as he turned to look us over with a grin.

"Alan gave me a quick description of you two. Pussy rich white kid," The guy smirked, pointing at Harry who's mouth parted in offense before moving over to me.

"And tattooed black chick with lesbian hair who's way out of rich boy's league." He said as I smiled, touching my hair.

"Aw that's so sweet." I bashfully admitted as Harry gave me a look before we went further down into the small, basic hallways, going through the servant quarters and down stairs until it seemed as if we were underneath the entire hotel itself.

And that's when we heard and felt the loud vibrations of wild, uncontrolled party music.

There was only one door across the hall ahead of us and even from a few feet away I could see the thin layer of smoke seeping from the cracks of the barrier, a hundred different light colors flashing inside the room, escaping the small gap at the bottom of the door before the man in front of us opened it.

My senses were bombarded by the thrumming vibrations of the loud bass and the shouts and hoots of a bunch of people dancing and celebrating, lights flashing like a club with curls of smoke lingering across the floor, dispersing where anyone stepped only to fuse again as I smiled, feeling comfortable seeing a few friendly faces from my neighborhood, already bobbing my head slightly to the music with a nod.

"Alan's here?" I raised my voice so the man who lead Harry and I here could hear me before he nodded with a grin, pointing at someone at the front where the DJ was.

There in the front of the room on an actual stage Alan was currently making what looked to be a "boner" cake, stacking layer after layer of cake in the shape of a large penis that towered over the crowd at such a height that Alan was on a ladder, frosting it quickly as everyone cheered him on.

"You ready!" Alan yelled at the crowd as they screamed back in response, jumping in excitement with raised hands when he raised a button in his hand.

He pressed it, the music still blasting before whip cream came out of the tip of the penis cake, showering everyone in the front as they cheered and hollered in celebration, guy's fist bumping and girls tilting their heads back to catch some of the whip cream in their mouth while Alan laughed, clapping and mouthing a "that actually worked" to his technical helpers at the side.

"Well, least we know his years at culinary school didn't go to the waste." Harry spoke up at my side, being pushed and shoved slightly as I stared at the underground party we were in in amazement, realizing that this was Alan's showcase as people ate different types of unique, hip looking food in modern, colorful cups.

"Here, chocolate pasta for you two, one of Alan's favorites." The Mexican guy who helped us get here smiled, handing Harry and I our own cups as we looked down to find what looked like to be chocolate pasta.

Harry made a face.

I grabbed the fork inside, trying it, only for my eyes to widen in surprise when I realized that the "noodles" weren't pasta, but crepes cut into thick, long pasta looking strings mixed with a warm chocolate fudge sauce.

"It's good." I insisted, looking over at Harry who seemed uncomfortable and out of place, bringing his lips inward similar to the way old people did whenever they heard the lyrics to an obscene rap song.

Seeing that he wouldn't even try his cup of chocolate "pasta," I raised my fork to him, strings of chocolatey crepe strips hanging from my utensil before he gave me a look, hesitantly leaning forward and taking it from my fork, slurping the food before he blinked in surprise.

I smirked at his amazed expression.

Sometime after we finished trying all the mini cups of Alan's different types of modern food I started to dance along with the rest of the crowd, giving Harry a look as he awkwardly stood in the sea of moving people, girls and guys with their hands in the air, moving with the beat while he just stood there, arms at his sides, nervously opening and closing his hands in discomfort as he tried to getting bumped into which was pretty impossible.

"So you just gonna stand there?" I called out to him with an amused raise of my brow,  watching him grimace every time he was pushed or bumped into.

"My mum calls this type of music loud noise- and there's too many people." Harry reasoned with an uptight expression, sending glares of disgust every way he could as he tried to smooth his designer suit as I stared at him, realizing this preppy boy was used to soft music on his private yacht or jet, with enough space to do a bit of dancing here or some grinding on a model there unlike a crowded sweaty club with raunchy shouts of enjoyment and hip hop beats bursting to life in the background.

The only dance Harry probably ever really enjoyed was probably slow dancing if he ever needed to charm a beautiful young woman at some fancy banquet or charity ball.

Now with the casual attire, plastic cups spilling alcohol around everywhere and the array of different colored lights zipping around Harry seemed out of place in his Gucci suit, imported leather belt and silky tie as he stood there, rigid in the mix of all the dancing.

I shook my head with a small smile, going over to him, still dancing slightly to the beat with my head bobbing side to side lightly as I circled him, making sure to go behind him as he followed my movements with his head, giving me a look.

"What are you doing?" He asked with furrowed brows as I placed my hands on his hips from behind, his body tending in response.

"You can either move your hips from side to side, like this." I laughed, moving his hips manually for him as his eyes widened at the movements.

"Feel that? Go with the beat." I insisted with a warm smile, watching him tuck his tongue between the side of his teeth in concentration, fully determined to go with the beat.

"You can even raise your arms." I continued, bringing his arms up, my hands trailing up his biceps to his forearms then lightly touching his palms, our fingertips brushing before he kept it up there, frozen.

"You can move them around you know." I began, watching Harry almost violently wave his arms in the air like he was battling a swarm of bees, hitting a girl besides us in the eye as she let out a loud "ouch!"

Harry immediately stopped, retracting his hands down with an almost bashful look.

"Okay, don't attack people," I couldn't help but laugh at the tinge of pink at the tips of his ears.

"I hate this." Harry stated in irritation as I grinned, tiptoeing so my lips were at his ear from behind.

"Just relax and close your eyes." I instructed in a soothing voice.

"But then I can't see."

"Dancing is art, you're not supposed to see, you're supposed to feel." Using his words against him he sent me one last glare with narrowed green eyes before following my orders, jaw clenched as he slowly inhaled and closed his eyes.

The change was gradual but I knew he was letting himself get lost into the music, first it was just a tap of his foot, then a bob of his head, and then that's when his arms and legs took over.

At some point I regretted pushing Harry to get into the music because eventually, he got really into it.

Too into it.

Harry's eyes were open and his smile was bright as he clapped to the rap music in an off beat rhythm and this time, I was the one who stopped dancing, sending him a frozen fearful smile wondering what the hell he was doing as he tapped his foot, then beginning to step side to side, snapping his fingers like a white dad kind of dance.

"I'm getting into it! I'm getting into it- Vee this feels amazing! Wooh!" Harry celebrated, now doing the sprinkler while Lil Wayne played in the back as a few people stopped their dancing when the white boy with the Rolex and tie shrugged off his suit, whipping it in the air.

I noticed the nickname he gave me but was too busy staring at him to think about it.

My pained smile was still frozen over my terrified face.

"Hey is your friend okay? Do we need to call an ambulance?" One person asked me with a light nudge in genuine concern as Harry dancing around in a circle, hands balled in closed fists as he brought his elbows up from side to side like an old Disney cartoon dancing.

"I don't.... know...?" My voice sounded more like a question as most of the people around backed away from Harry who was continuing to clap and tap his feet, watching him and snickering as they brought their phones out to record them.

Harry finally noticed all the attention after he was finished doing that weird move where he put his hand behind his head while the other was holding onto his foot as he brought them back and forth together vehemently, almost hurting a bystander in the process.

His smile slowly fell and he lowered his foot and arms, everyone pointing and laughing with their phones out.

And then I started clapping off beat.

"Love this song!" I began with a forced laugh, joining him in the middle of the circle that was created as I brought my feet up one at a time like I was running in place, my motions stiff and my dance moves over the top as Harry blinked at me.

We made eye contact while I danced.

"Dance or I'll kill you." I said through my clenched teeth, smiling while waving my hands in the air, off beat.

And then he smiled.

People watched as we circled one another, snapping and clapping to Lil Wayne, Harry leaning forward and shimmying his shoulders as I did the same except I leaned back while we went back and forth.

"That looks kind of fun." One person suddenly laughed, pointing at us.

I don't know how, don't know when, but gradually the people around us began dancing, but instead moving their bodies stiffly and out of beat with broad smiles.

Harry did a wave with his arms and then clasped his hands together, acting like a snake slowly rising from a knitted basket with a laugh, eyes trained on me like mine were on him.

And in that moment as I watched Harry flail his arms like he was being electrocuted, I knew that I really liked this boy.

I really did.

My laughter continued when a ebony skinned girl smoothly approached him, making sure to shake her thick rear against his front as Harry's eyes widened in amazement and he looked at me with a shocked expression, a smile on his face as he gave me a look and pointed at her while she bent over, really shaking her cheeks.

I grinned, giving him a thumbs up with pursed lips, nodding in approval.

The beautiful chubby girl continued to work, twerking on Harry who kept his hands in the air as if he was "raising the roof."

I was at the side, smiling and dancing until I felt a pair of hands on my waist, making me turn to find Alan with a broad grin on his face.

"Finally found you two." He raised his brow in amusement, nodding over at Harry who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, making sure not to touch the girl grinding on him as Alan squinted his eyes at the two.

"Yeah, this place is amazing and all your foods are great. Even Harry's having fun." I smiled.

"You like him a lot don't you." Alan pointed out, nudging my chin playfully with his knuckle.

"Mhm." I grinned, dimples showing on my cheeks.

"Does he know?"

"Nah, too dense. I'm waiting for it to sink in and if it doesn't I'll just let him know." I shrugged.

"Does he like you back?" Alan slowly asked with a sly smirk.

My response wasn't as fast as the rest as I blinked in thought.

"Um, I would like that." I truthfully admitted as Alan quickly glanced at something over my shoulder before bringing his dark eyes back to me.

"Wanna find out?" He grinned with a lowered voice, finally making me realize the space between us diminishing as he gently grabbed my wrist, pulling me close and bringing my arms up to sling over his broad shoulders as his large hands traveled to my waist.

"Oh, so we're going to do the dance with another guy to make him jealous thing huh." I blatantly snorted, giving him an amused look as he cheekily grinned, his hips guiding mine against his, our fronts pressing and bodies moving to the music while his palm slowly traveled up the small of my back while the other stayed on my waist.

"That and I'm just a genuine asshole who likes to piss people off," Alan chuckled, trailing his nose up against the side of my neck.

"This is so funny to me-"

"Sh, don't look now but I think we got rich boy mad." Alan whispered, his eyes focusing on someone behind me as I subtly moved my head to the side to see, catching Harry standing completely still, body rigid with a prominent frown on his slightly parted lips as he stared at Alan and I dancing a few feet away.

Alan grabbed my chin, turning me to look at him.

"Eyes on me babe," He made sure he said it loud and clear unlike his past few remarks before he leaned forward, lips at my ear.

"Dude, do you not know what 'don't look now' means." He whispered into my ear, back to his usual demeanor as I laughed with a roll of my eyes, stiffening when I felt a hard body press against my back, feeling the race of the person's heart as Alan smirked.

"Hey Alan." Harry greeted in a tight voice, placing his own hands on my hips while Alan's stayed on the curve of my back as my eyes widened under the moving lights.

"Nice seeing you as always Harry." Alan smiled, not letting me go either.

I was officially trapped and sandwiched between Harry and Alan, their crotches pressed firmly against my body while Harry glared at a smirking Alan as I stopped dancing, finally speaking up.

"My vagina and ass are very crowded right now."

AN: If my writing couldn't help you imagine how Harry looked when he was dancing these might help.

Alan doesn't like Ron btw, they're just friends and he likes pissing people off. I don't like it when too many people are into the main character tbh and Arlo ultimately was just using Ron to bother Harry as well. Poor Harry.

I want to get to know you guys more and for you guys to know more about me so answer this:

Tell me about a moment that you realized something about yourself and it completely shocked you. Either that you realized you were strong, smart, beautiful, or maybe even annoying, petty, stupid...doesn't matter.

My answer: I remember realizing I was bi when I was at lunch with my mom and her species (aka other moms) at Cheesecake Factory and I had my eyes on the waitress serving us. I remember sitting there freaking the fuck out while my mom and her friends asked what I wanted to eat and I didn't want to talk cause I was afraid I'd say "pussy with a side of dick and a drizzle of I'm bi with a hot helping of I'm so gay."