Charlotte felt Jackson tense beside her. “How could I forget introductions…everyone, this is my boyfriend, Jackson Langley.”
She turning expecting Jackson to smile or at the very least offer a nod to the group. But it was too late. She was too late. Or perhaps he was just fixated.
After Eleanor, Jackson, and Louis exchanged ‘nice to meet yous’ respectively, Harry nudged Louis. “Oi! Forgetting someone are we Boobear?”
“Right…Charlotte, these are two of Louis’s band mates, Harry and Liam,” Eleanor interjected, gesturing to each boy.
“Enchanté mademoiselle,” Harry greeted officially, kneeling to kiss her hand. Jackson stiffened even more than Charlotte deemed possible. His right arm flexed around her as Harry stood from the ground. “Jackson,” he nodded, not bothering to make eye contact.
Charlotte laughed nervously while Eleanor rolled her eyes at Harry’s thoughtlessness. Though he worried his palms were sweaty when he shook both of their hands, he had far less to worry about than Harry did.
“Louis and I are going to make a run to the bar. Do you want us to get you anything?” Harry asked Jackson, his exterior calm and collected.
“What makes you think I can’t get it myself?” Jackson stomped angrily in the direction of the bar. Louis followed.
Harry winked at Liam and patted his shoulder. He leaned in closer, “Make it count.”
Liam, alone with the two girls, was suddenly terrified. Instinctively he trailed behind Harry, looking back at Charlotte one last time. When they reached the bar Harry turned and shook his head when he saw Liam. “Goddamn imbecile. That was your chance!”
“C’mon Haz! She has a boyfriend!” Liam defended, justifying his actions more to himself than to Harry. Sure, it was a gamble, but Charlotte seemed more than worth the trouble.
“That bloke didn’t even show up until we went after her!” Harry leaned into Liam as he tried to whisper loud enough for Liam to hear. But his words were so angry and the club so noisey it was impossible for Jackson not to hear them.
“Don’t listen to Curly,” Jackson advised, taking a sip of another beer the bartender passed him. “Any human in their right mind wouldn’t mess with me.” Liam suddenly was uneasy. He laughed in hopes to ease the tension, but knew the brawl would come regardless. “I’d really hate to compromise the safety of your precious curls.”
“I’ll take my chances,” the alcohol now speaking for both men. Jackson edged closer to Harry, challenging him.
“I think we might have a problem love,” Eleanor warned, indicating to the two boys edging closer to each other. Determination plastered on both their faces.
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