❝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬❞ ━ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐍𝐄

5 | ❝𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝟕𝐀𝐌❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
❝Love, it's 7AM❞

The London club seemed to busier then ever, body's flushed against each-other, alcohol flowing through the blood of each person. It was only 9PM, but still Angelica was beyond tipsy, Talia and Freya at her side constantly.

Still, her eyes searched the room constantly for any sight of Harry, or his friends, anyone that could give her a little more explanation on what was going on in the 'shit show' of her life.

Angelica winced as she downed another shot of vodka, Talia and Freya at her side, "Sweet Jesus, I feel like it's gonna be a long night" Talia laughed, as the trio slammed the shot glasses back on the bar table.

"Oh that's what I'm hoping for, I am not returning home until it is daylight, baby!" Angelica declared, raising her cocktail glass to the air. Freya and Talia clinked their glasses against her's, before each woman downed a large gulp of their drink.

It didn't take the trio long to get on the dance floor, giggling and laughing at each-other, they screamed the lyrics to every song that played. Talia jumped back at Simon's touch, her eyes widening, "Look who's finally here!" She laughed.

"We all did say 10pm, to be fair" Simon chuckled, his arm falling over Talia's shoulders. Freya made her way over to Josh, leaving Angelica in the couples presence.

"You may have said 10pm, but I said 7" Angelica grins, running a hand through her choppy bob, "Anyway, I'm going to get another drink because clearly I am still very, very sober" She spoke, leaving the couple alone in the dance floor.

Angelica made her way to the bar, leaning her arms against the table, "I will have another glass of your finest champagne, my love" She orders, a smile on her face.

"Of course, Dom Pérignon usually, right?" The bartender replies, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

Angelica nods at the woman, sliding her card over, "Nah, it's alright I got this one, I'll have a pint anorl' please, love", Angelica turns to the voice, shock clear on her face, she watches Will pass his card over.

"Thank you, Will" Angelica gives a firm smile, tension filling the space between them, "But you didn't need too..."

"I know, I know, take it as an apology for my rude outburst the other day" Will shrugs his shoulders, as the bartender brings over their drinks, he slides the flute of champagne to Angelica.

"Oh, Waga's? Don't worry about it, it wasn't a big deal, definitely not deserving of such a large glass of my favourite drink" Angelica clinks her glass against Will's, downing a large gulp.

"Waga's? Nah, nah, I'm on about the other night?"

Angelica jumps back at Harry's touch, his hand looping around her waist, "Alright, darling?" He presses a kiss against her temple.

"Oh, oh shit, right, erm" Will chuckled, shaking his head, "Yeah, I'm gonna go, erm, I'll see you around or whatever" He grabbed his pint, scoffing as he did so.

Angelica sighed, as Harry moved to face the brunette, "What was that about?" Harry asked, calling the bartender over with a flick of his fingers, "I'll have a vodka, cranberry please" He ordered.