They have their first weekend off in ages, and they decided to go to a club. Danny dresses up nice, and even manages to get Dougie to look smart and Tom to take off his Toy Story shirt.
She laughs at something the guy next to her said, the sound drowned out by the loud music by the bar, and downs another shot.
"Aren't you going too fast, Dan?" Tom's ever sensible voice chimes in her hear. She turns to find all three of them surrounding her, pressed close so they can hear each other speak.
"Nope, just having fun!" she giggles, slinging her arm around Dougie's shoulders. She always loved how he was just short enough to be the perfect height for it to be comfortable for her. Harry raises his eyebrows like he thinks she should slow down, but he isn't going to do anything to stop her.
"Come and dance!" she yells to all of them, wanting them to have a good night out; they don't look like they're getting into it enough.
Dougie shakes his head rapidly, and Danny remembers he doesn't like places like this much, not when he's this sober at least.
"I'm staying with Doug. You go have fun, Dan," Tom says, pushing her towards the floor. She catches Harry's wrist, giving him her best pout and blinking her eyes like a puppy.
"Please, Harry. Come and dance with me," she says, putting on her best pleading voice. He sighs like she's asking him a massive favour, but nods and allows himself to be pulled into the crowd, right into the middle where the lights flash in bright colours, making everything just a little bit harder to see.
She loops her hands around Harry's neck and feels his hands fit around her waist automatically. She realises that they've never really done this before, that normally it would be one of the others in his place, but he hasn't been nearly such a dick recently, and it's nice. She leans closer, resting her head on his chest as they move, pressed tight together by the people around them, Harry's hands sliding down to rest on her hips, holding her close.
"You know everyone's watching you, right, Dan?" Harry murmurs into her ear, and he's so close that she feels the rumble in his chest before her alcohol-slowed mind processes the words.
She pulls away slightly so she can look at the people surrounding them, and sure enough quite a few of the men are watching them, some casting dirty looks in Harry's direction.
"Why are they looking at us like that?" She says, looking back to see Harry staring down at her.
"What do you mean?" He says, confusion darkening his eyes.
"Like they notice us, or something," she says, feeling self-conscious as she does so.
"Because they want you, Dan. You're fucking hot. They want me to piss off so they can all try to get into your pants," Harry says, a smile quirking his lips as Danny blushes and looks down.
"Huh. I'm really hot?"
It's Harry's turn to blush now, as he looks down between them, then realises he just looked straight at her cleavage, and glances back up, clearing his throat.
"Objectively speaking, yeah."
"Well they can wait as long as they like," she says, pressing close to Harry again, "because you're not going anywhere. Besides, maybe I'm the one hogging the hot drummer?"