"We don't even have to try... IT'S ALWAYS A GOOD TIME!" I screamed from the top of the dance floor at a club in Ibiza.
I was currently absolutely smashed from the amount of alcohol I had consumed. I was in Ibiza with my friends, all bevved up in some sticky club. It was our last night, so we were going out with a bang.
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"Belle! The pole!" Lauren, my best friend yelled. She was currently dancing with my other best friend Sophie. Laughing, I climbed up to the pole, bumping and grinding.
A classic old school club song came on. I was singing along, dancing by the pole when a guy appeared next to me, also doing the same, rocking that pole.
Laughing I leant into his shoulder. "Nice moves!" I called out.
"Could say the same for you!" The guy replied back. He was HOT and quite built. Laughing I looked down for my friends. "I'm Harry!" He called out from beside me.
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Turning back to him I smiled. "Isabelle." I said shaking his hand.
"Would you like a drink?" He shouted over the music. I looked around once more for my friends, coming to the decision he seemed nice.
"I have just met you." I laughed. "That's okay, it's only a drink." He laughed. Shrugging, we jumped down and stood at the bar together. "How old are you?" He asked.
