After deleting all of the picture of me and Austin, singing obnoxiously loud to the song about cheating called 'Fuck it' by Eamon, burning my bed sheets, and flipping my mattress I decided I was thirsty.
Not any kind of thirst that water will satisfy, I wanted alcohol. Now normally I'm not the kind of girl that enjoys getting 'plastered' but I feel like its a special occasion. Being fucked over by your boyfriend? Yeah that calls for a beer.
I showered and changed into a almost skin tight white dress that goes well with my dark brown hair. I applied light makeup and blow dried my hair into its natural, long waves. I was ready and excited. I never do things like this. It's...thrilling?
Sure it's just going out for drinks but I mean c'mon I'm not used to this.
I'm what you'd call a good girl. Not tonight!
It was dark on the London streets but soon enough I came across a night club. Hmmm why not?
"Sticks and stones" I read out loud. I walked across the street, careful not to trip in my heels and made my way over to the door.
It was loud and hot inside the club. I took in my surrounding noticing a bunch of people grinding on each other to the upbeat tempo of the music. I spotted the bar and walked over quickly. I sat in a vacant stool next to a older woman, by the looks of it 40 to my left and a young man with curly hair to my right.
"What can I get you sweet heart?" The bartender asked, eyeing me up and down before winking.
"Uhm" I said uncomfortably "I'll just take..." I said looking at the drinks behind him "6 shots of tequila" I said confidently.
"All for you?" The bartender asked skeptically.
I nodded my head.
"Are you sure..?" He trailed off taking out 6 shot glasses from under the bar. I could feel the eyes of the young man to my right looking at me confusingly
"Yes" I said simply while nodding my head.
"Alright miss, here ya go" he said passing over the shots.
I downed 3 shots in no time and winced everyone I felt the burning sensation of the alcohol glide down my throat. It felt amazing.
"Excuse me" The man next me said. I looked up at him and was a bit shocked. He was very, very attractive. He had cute curls framing his very angular face. His eyes were a lovely shade of green you could get lost in and his smile was absolutely..well you catch my drift he's fine as fuck.
"Hello" I said smiling at him. He was still checking me out so I waited a second until he realized I replied
"May I ask why your here?" He said. I was quite confused with his question. Why would it matter.
"Why?" I asked bluntly
"Well I know when I come to a club and order 6 shots of tequila something going on." The attractive lad said. Intelligent one this is.
"Well why are you here?" I asked, raising my eyebrows
"I asked you first" he stated simply before looking at me interested in what I was going to say.
I let out a small, but noticeable sigh. "Have you ever walked in on your boyfriend having sex with your neighbor?" I asked
"Can't say I have but I think you can?"
"Ding ding ding, correct!
"So what exactly happened?" He asked. He's very curious. Maybe something like this happened to him to? Eh, what have I got to lose telling a total stranger my life issues.
"I was with this guy for 7 months. Last month he moved in and I though things were going brilliant.. I was blind as a bat and didn't notice that every night I stayed late at my dance studio he was fucking the beautiful blonde down the hall." I said rolling my eyes and downing another shot. I wasn't drunk. Far from it. I don't drink alcohol often but I can handle it like a man.
"Really? Wow! That sucks! I feel for you" he said putting a hand on my bare shoulder. He smiled widely and that's when I notice this sexy stranger has deep set dimples too! Damn he must of been hit with the sexy truck. Wow.
"So what about you? What are you doing here?" I asked widening my eyes curiously.
"Well my girlfriend broke up with me tonight because everything in my life was just 'too much' for her." He said faking drama.
"Harsh" I replied simply...simple but effective
"She couldn't handle all the hate from my fans" he said..I'm confused now.
"Your fans? What are you a stripper?" I asked causing him to laugh (might I add loudly) at my assumption.
"No, nothing like that. I'm in the band One Direction." He said as if I know what he's talking about.
And I do.
How did I not notice! He's totally in a boy band! I mean c'mon look at him he's handsome and well..that's all I really know.
"Ooh! I see it now...I was a bit confused." I said shrugging it off.
"What's your name?" He askd me
"What's YOUR name?" I asked him
"I asked you first" he said smiling a bit
"This again?" I said amusing us both. "I'm Daisy Harrison" I said smiling and extending my hand out.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he said causing me to blush a deep red. At least it's dark in here! "I'm Harry Styles" he said.
Hot, hot name...
"It's a pleasure to meet you Harry" I said with a fake posh accent. I'm American so imagine me faking a British accent, then making it posh..It's a shame really.
"The pleasures all mine" Harry said kissing my hand that was still holding his. I blushed again and pulled my hand slowly back.
I was getting my mind off things and it felt good. Soooooo good...especially if its because of hot Harry over here.
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No Strings Attached--Harry Styles fan-fiction
DiversosDaisy Harrison was always a studios, mature girl who had her life planned out. Daisy moved to London, England from her small town in Ohio to attend her dream school and become a dancer. When everything was going right for Daisy her world decided to...
