"What are you doing here?" I ask confused glancing at Chris than at Mark.

"Mark called me over here and demanded I took you to a club," Chris replies while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Mark, son of a gun.

I swear he's going to get the boot one day.

"Mark?" I ask looking at him with a frown.

"What?"

"I thought we were supposed to go together?" I say now trying to hide the irritation I feel for him, and for the situation, he put me in.

"I thought Chris would make better company for you," He replies cheery, he walks over to the couch and plops down on it and crosses his arms on his chest.

"Get your arse off my damn couch and go get ready!" I exclaim.

"No."

"I'm going to kill you Mark I swear," I threaten, and point my finger in his direction.

"I have no doubt you will, but I'm doing this for your own good."

"How is this for my own good?"

"You're running away like a scared little cat." He replies flatly.

How dare he...

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Chris," Mark calls out, and turns his head towards him, "Is she running away like a scared pussy cat?"

"Yup."

Gaining up on me again I see...

I whip towards Chris and give him my best glare.

"How dare you!"

He steps towards me and glares at me back, "It's true, you date my best friend, break up with him, make out with me in my car, then ignore my calls and texts, what are you so scared of?" he asks grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against him.

"I'm not afraid of anything," I say stubbornly.

"Yes you are," He says and scoffs.

"I'm afraid of you breaking my heart," I whisper, feeling his grip on my waist tighten slightly.

"Why do you think I'm going to do that to you?" He questions, staring at me.

"Every guy I've been with has, that's why," I admit embarrassed, looking down at our feet.

He grips my jaw with his hand and turns it back up to him."If you haven't noticed, this isn't a game to me, I'm not like the guys you've dated in the past, I care about you."

"I know," I mumble.

"Good," Chris says while placing a kiss on my forehead. "Shall we?" He asks pulling away from me and extending his hand out to me.

I grip his strong hand in my own and smile at him, "We shall."

"Have fun kids! Don't have too much fun actually, remember to be responsible!" Mark shouts behind us as we close the door behind us and start walking towards the elevator.

"He's crazy," Chris replies intertwining his hand through mine, as we wait for the elevator.

My hand feels so perfect in his, It's like our hands are modelled to be together.

His fingers intertwined with mine feels like my missing puzzle piece.

"Yup, that's Mark for you," I say laughing and looking down at our intertwined hands.

"What are you looking at?" He asks glancing down to wear my gaze lingers.

I hold our hands up, and smile shyly at him, "Our hands."

He returns his smile, "What about them?"

"They fit perfectly together."

I gaze up at him when he leaves me hanging in silence and find him looking at me with an awed expression, "You're making it harder for me not to fall for you butterfly."

He just called me butterfly, is that good or bad?

Butterflies are beautiful, so is he calling me beautiful or is he calling me annoying because their insects and they can be annoying at times.

"Sorry," I whisper while walking hand and hand in the elevator with him.

Chris presses the button for the main lobby and turns to look at me as the doors close and we start going down.

"What are we going to do about the press and fans?" I ask nervously.

What if our fans see us together, take pictures and then Liam sees, and we get in trouble?

Shoot I don't like getting in trouble.

"There's a private lounge on the second floor of the club, I'm pretty sure Mark reserved it just for us." He explains as the elevator doors open and we begin the journey to his car.

Chris makes sure he's holding my hand the whole time so I don't trip due to my heels. Once we reach his car he opens my door for me and helps me hop into his Lamborghini Urus and shuts the door when I'm fully seated.

He runs to his side of the car quickly climbs in and speeds off into the night.

"I love your car," I say looking around at the luxury car in awe.

"I know she's a beauty," He says looking at me.

I look over to Chris and see he's deep in thought, he turns his head over to me when he senses my gaze, "I never told you how stunning you look today."

He's so damn cute, his mom raised him right let me tell you that.

"Thank you, you look dashing yourself."

"Why thank you, madam," He replies in a horrible British accent.

***

Observing the crowd below me where I stand behind a wall made of glass, I find myself looking down at Dante.

He's dressed in all black, and dancing with a girl.

I wouldn't even call it dancing, they're grinding against each other.

"What are you looking at?" Chris asks as he puts his hands around my waist from behind me, and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Dante."

Chris stiffens behind me, and grips my waist tighter, "He's here?"

I sigh and lean my head back on his shoulder, Chris quickly places a wet kiss on the surface, and then he blows a raspberry, I laugh and push his shoulder as he chuckles into my neck.

"Want me to beat him up?"

That's the opposite of what I want him to do...

I turn my body to face his and wrap my arms around his neck, "Please don't, I don't want you to get in trouble then it's going to be all over the news." I say looking at him firmly, "Plus he's still your friend, don't change that because of me."

He gives me a pout and places his over forehead against mine, "But he hurt you."

"I'll get over it."

"I won't." He replies sternly.

"Try, for me."

"No."

"Please," I plead looking up at him and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. He closes his eyes as my lips make contact with his, and smiles.

"Okay."

"Thank you," I say smiling and placing my head against his chest.

"Anything for you," He says and pulls away from our embrace and extends his hand in front of him.

"May I have this dance?"

He's so adorable, I want to keep him forever.

"I'm not grinding on you though," I tease with a pointed look.

He throws his head back and laughs, "I never asked you to butterfly." He says as he pulls me flush against him and starts swaying our bodies to the blasting music below us.

"I really like you," He says staring into my soul.

"I really like you too," I say back, right before our lips connect in a blissful kiss.

***

"I'll see you tomorrow on set," Chris says as he drops me off at my door.

"Yes, you will," I say before kissing his cheek and placing the key in the lock and twisting it open.

Before I can step inside the threshold Chris quickly places his hand against the wall, trapping me against his muscular chest and veiny arm.

"Give me a kiss," he demands.

"We can't what if someone sees us," I whisper sharply to him.

"There's no one out here."

"They could be stocking us through their peepholes."

"Then give me a quick kiss," He says before placing his lips against mine and moving them slowly together in a lovingly way.

I quickly end the kiss with a peck and push his chest when he starts pulling me by the waist to get more.

"I need to go crazy, I'll see you at work tomorrow," I say as I blow him a kiss and slam the door when I see he advances to reach me.

I laugh when I hear his fist slam against the door and a groan of frustration leaves his lips.

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