The club’s lights pulse to the beat, strobes slicing through the haze of smoke and laughter. The bass thumps in your chest as you, Harry, and Nikki navigate the crowded floor, drinks in hand. Eventually, you all settle into a booth, the crowd swirling around you.

Nikki keeps having girls wander over, blowing kisses or asking for his number, while he barely notices, smirking at the attention.

"So… how’s life treating you two lovebirds tonight?" Nikki shouts over the music, leaning in with that grin, clearly fishing for a reaction. His teasing toes the line of obnoxious. "Still keeping each other entertained, or… getting bored?"

Harry chuckles, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, his voice low and teasing.

"Bored? Never." He takes a sip of his drink, eyes on you. From the moment he met you, he knew—you were the one. Nikki doesn’t seem thrilled by this, though, muttering something about how Harry could go out alone because he was a grown man, implying you didn’t need to be around.

Harry just smirks, muttering something under his breath that you can’t hear, before leaning closer to you.

"The Red Corvette’s officially all yours tonight…" He murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows and pressing a quick, playful kiss to your temple. A little drink in him makes it even more charming, and you can’t help but laugh.

Meanwhile, Nikki rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed, muttering something about couples being boring—but Harry doesn’t care. His focus is entirely on you, the chaos of the club melting away as he holds you just a bit closer.