Shadow

Thirteen

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"I'm guessing you don't like alcohol?"

I look up from my feet to meet Harry's eyes. They have soften in color and my mind starts to wonder what color eyes he has behind the red. Blue? Green? Brown? Maybe even Hazel? I wish I could see. He probably looks even more beautiful then he is now.

He moves his hand onto my waist before pulling me into his body more. My feet stagger with his force and my ankle gives out, but he catches me and pulls me up straight before placing his hand on my shoulder and grabbing my hand in his.

"Umm, I'm not one to judge because I've never had it, but um, sure you could say that." My voice comes out weak as he begins to sway me along to the music. After we came back from the bathroom, I had to think of something so I wouldn't get stuck on his lap again. So, I considered dancing; which he eruptively didn't want to do at first but with a look of disappointment across my face, he reconsidered.

Everybody seemed so surprised that he was among the other body's in the middle of the ballroom. Or maybe, it was just because he was with me. I'm even still surprised that Master has stuck around me this long, and likes me. Well, does he like me? Or just my blood? Or my innocence? Virginity? I don't understand why he must have me while nobody else can? To show ownership, of course, but why me? There are plenty of more beautiful woman here that blow me out of the water. I'm sure they are more charming then me as well and graceful; which I certainly am not.

"Why do you always do that?" Master leans down closer to my face, tightening his grip on my hand.

"Mm?" I furrow my eyebrows to show a questioning face.

"Stare off into space and bite your lip."

"Just thinking." I mutter surprised by what he said. Do I really do it that often. I guess I didn't even realize that I do, until he pointed it out.

"Thinking of a reason why you lied to me, so you could slip from my lap?" A small smirk forms on his lips and I'm happy he's taking it more as a joke than on a serious note.

"How'd you guess I didn't like alcohol?" I refrain from his question.

"I saw everyone taking shots, except you." He pauses, but keeps his eyes directly on mine. "I just figured."

"Oh."

"Well, if you'd ask me..." Both Harry and I loose eye contact as we hear Sir Niall's voice echo through the room. My eyes find him standing on the long staircase Harry and I came down from. Master looses his touch on me as he whips his body around to watch Niall speak into a small microphone again, "...this slow, elegant music is getting pretty boring."

A few people chuckle as he continues to talk, "So, as always we bring in the good shit. The upbeat shit. Thee dance so hard you'll make your pants rip, kinda shit."

"Just get to the shit would yah!" Sir Zayn yells to Niall and everyone around us laughs, except Harry and I.

"Shut up or I'll beat the shit out of both of you." Harry states and for the first time ever, he makes me smile.

"Alright, alright, play the shit!" Niall laughs and the mellow music cuts off before loud base begins to bounce of the walls.

Some of the lights shut off and colorful lights begin to glow around. People begin to shout in excitement and leave their seats to make their way to the dance floor. The different music and change in lightning almost makes it's seem as a club or something.