3 chapter 3
y/n's pov:
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time lapse to the club
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i've been here an hour or two, and i'm on my 6th shot? no, 7th? my thoughts are blurry
"i think i'm drunk" i shout to becca loudly over the music.
"girl i'm fucking out of it" she screams back
"come with me to the bathroom"
she follows me through the crowd,
some guy bumps into me,
"look where you're going" i shout without hesitation.
i keep walking, holding beccas wrist making sure i don't lose her. i didn't even get a look at the guy.
what an asshole
we get to the bathroom and we can still hear the music.
becca starts dancing
i laugh, and i start to dance with her
"yes girl get it!" she cheers
she pulls out her phone and snaps a photo of me
"hey!" i stop dancing, "let me see that"
"look how good you look! you need to loosen up more y/n!"
i do look good
becca grabs my hand, "come on, we're going to dance!", she drags me out of the bathroom and out onto the middle of the dance floor, and we do just that, dance.
i feel great
after a while, i go back to the bar and order 4 more shots, 2 of which are for becca.
she said she'd follow me,
i'll just wait for her
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2 minutes go by
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6 minutes
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13 minutes
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now i'm worried.
i ring her phone and no answer.
i ring it again. no answer
i ring a third time, at this point i feel like crying,
not because i'm worried, simply because she won't pick up the fucking phone and i hate being ignored. on the 3rd ring, she picked up.
"where the fuck are you" i say angrily
"i, uh, i'm in a taxi, i think" she laughs out loud
she's so drunk
"why are you in a taxi" i'm trying to stay calm, otherwise she'd probably hang up.
"i'm going back to the hotel with uhhh, what's your name again? ja- jackson yes jackson! i'm going back to the hotel with jackson"
my blood is boiling.
"becca. who is jackson" i ask sternly
"the person who is in the taxi with me, he's really nice don't worry! i'll ring you later i have to go" she replies
"bec-"
i'm cut off. she hung up on me.
she fucking hung up on me,
what am i supposed to do now
i run out of the bathroom frantically
i'm worried about becca,
but i am also worried about myself.
where am i supposed to go?
i'm not going back to the hotel.
i'll walk in on some shit i don't wanna see
i sit down at the bar and order a drink.
my thoughts are interrupted, once again,
by a voice, but it's not becca.
"you look a bit distraught" says a male voice.
i turn around and see two blonde boys looking at me, one with a goofy smile plastered across his face. and the other, well i can't really see the other, he's standing behind the first guy.
"thanks for telling me, i had no idea"
i reply, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"no seriously" the second boy moves forward and his smile fades slightly.
"are you alright" he asks, sounding concerned.
i want to tell them yes and to go away and leave me alone so i can be distraught by myself. but at this point i don't have much to lose.
"no, actually i'm not" i say bluntly to them and turn back to my drink.
"well, i'm out. i hope you feel better missy"
the boy walks away from me and i lose sight of him.
weirdo
i trace my finger around the brim of my glass
"don't mind cal" a voice comes from next to me.
i jump.
i genuinely didn't notice that one of the boys didn't leave.
"oh shit i'm sorry i didn't mean to scare you, fuck, ah, oh god are you okay" he jumbles up his words.
i look at him for a few seconds before replying
"you look familiar" i say, monotone.
"i do? ah yes, i do. i, um, uh do you watch youtube?" he asks with a gentle tone in his voice
"yeah, who doesn't?" i giggle
why did i giggle?
he smiles again
he has an intriguing smile
"i, uh, i do youtube" he says
"you do youtube?" i laugh
he scratches the back of his head awkwardly
"yes, i do youtube" he repeats
"wow, you didn't take long to make that fact known did you" i roll my eyes playfully
"no, no you said i looked familiar and i knew that it would be from that so i just, i told you so we could
get it out of the way" he chuckles
"right calm down" i reply sarcastically and put my hands up in surrender.
he smiles at me and shakes his head.
he sits down on the stool to my right and orders
himself a vodka and coke
interesting choice
"i'm harry" he says softly, well, as soft as he can while speaking over the loud music.
of course.. i already knew that
"nice to meet you harry, i'm y/n" i say with a smile
i shake his hand gracefully.
he smiles again
there's something about that smile..
"so what was wrong with you?" he asks
"huh?" i spit
"you said you were sad"
"oh, yeah, that. my mate ditched me to go have sex in our hotel room" i abruptly reply
"as you do" harry says before bursting into laughter.
i don't blame him for laughing. it's quite funny, almost embarrassing to be honest
"ah yeah, that's my daily routine" i laugh with him.
i hope he knew that was sarcasm
"why would that make you sad though, you should be happy for your mate" harry joked.
"look, she took away my right to a bed by doing that, so i won't be happy for anyone thanks very much"
harry's laughter quickly stopped
"do you seriously have no where to sleep tonight?" he asked while looking in my eyes, fairly concerned
"nope" i simply say.
honestly, i could very easily just go back to the hotel room, but i'm not in the mood to be sandwiched in between becca and jason, or whatever she said his name was.
"well, guess we're having a sleepover tonight" harry declared
"excuse me?" i ask in utter confusion
"well, your options are either a hostel, or my place. i can drop you off at the nearest bench if you'd like? or-"
"oh my god" i interrupt.
"what if you're a serial killer? or a psychopath. and you want me to just go home with you?"
"yeah"
i'm in shock
"hmm, if i say yes will you shut up?"
"no" he scoffs.
"i'm leaving cause i'm tired, you coming or not y/n?" he asks casually.
i think through all my options.
and to be honest there is only one.
he looks at me and holds his hand out,
gesturing for me to take it.
i do, and he smiles
his hand is soft, and when our skin touches for the first time, i feel a spark
i quickly grab my purse with the hand harry isn't holding,
"come on hurry up" he teased
he smiled at me once again.
that smile just... gets me
