"So what's this club we're going to?" I ask while Harry rummages around his closet, trying to find a coat. I'm feeling more stable now that the alcohol has somewhat worn off. It also helps that for some reason whenever I'm around Harry I feel sane again.
"A friend of mine has rented out a place downtown for their birthday. I think the club is called..." He stops searching for a moment, trying to recall the name.
"ehmmm I think it's called Candance's" He responds nonchalantly, turning back to the closet full of hangers.
"Candace's?!?" I gasp.
"You have got to be kidding me. That's one of the most exclusive clubs in the city." Not that I would have expected anything less for a night out with One Direction, but it seriously just reminds me how out of my territory I was. I nibble on my lip, nervous of what I'm possibly getting myself into.
"So who is this friend?" I continue prodding.
"Rihanna? Justin Bieber? Jay-Z? IS IT BEYONCE?" I practically yell. He chuckles at me while finally pulling a coat out of the closet.
"no nothing like that. Just an old friend." He tugs his arms through the sleeves of the coat and grabs his wallet and keys from the table.
"Hmph" I pout at his deflection of my questions. Why's he being so mysterious? He slips a keycard into his pocket and turns to face me.
"ready?" he asks looking me up and down.
He frowns at the dirty work clothes that I'm still sporting from my shift earlier. I self consciously try to rub a stain off of the sleeve of my shirt.
"hmmm now that won't do will it?" he grumbles in his deep English accent.
"we could stop by my house on the way there." I offer in a quiet voice. He licks his lips and shakes his head, grabbing my hand to twirl me around in a slow circle. He takes his time looking me up and down while seemingly contemplating something in his head.
He suddenly lets go of my hand and takes a step back, running a hand through his thick curls.
"I think I have a better idea."
Harry leads me to a black SUV that's parked on the curb outside the hotel, and we slide into the back seat. The driver, whose dressed in a sharp suit, turns to face us.
"where are you off too sir?"
"Take us to East 59th street please." Harry responds, looking at me smugly. I shake my head in annoyance. Why won't he just tell me where we are going? I hate surprises.
We drive through the jam packed roads. Horns honk, and shouts from angry New Yorkers bounce through the air. I don't recognize where we are at first, but as we get closer I realize where we are headed. I've only been over here once or twice before, but you don't forget something like this.
Women in fur coats walk along side men in crisp suits. Expensive cars are parked by valet. A poodle waddles towards a doorman. You can practically smell the money rolling off of these people.
The cars rolls to a stop, and I realize that we have pulled up in front of a dark Bloomingdales. I give Harry a confused look, but he just ushers me out of the car.
"We'll only be a few minutes," he tells the driver before pulling me to the large entry way.
"Harry it's closed" I say, feeling like I'm missing something.
"For the general public." He says punching a code into a small keypad by the door. I hear a whirring sound, and then a soft click.
"We, my darling, are not the general public."
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Broken
FanfictionClark is guilt ridden with a dark past. Harry has been struggling to cope with his new fame. They can share a million thoughts through one gaze, but it's their unsaid feelings which will be their downfall. "My eyes scanned over her face. Her tongue...
