Pinky Promise? (Jaty Fan Fic)

Prologe

Katy's POV

I smiled as I walked through the club. I can't believe it! I had just performed the Super Bowl and was now at MY Super Bowl AFTER PARTY!! I just couldn't believe it...the air was full of magic and promise and happiness. Nothing could make this night better. It was perfect!

I was sat on a red leather couch with some of my best friends Shannon Woodward and Mia Morietti, chatting and joking around.

I stood up and started walking to the bar for another drink. As I stood there (In my very uncomfortable eight inch heels), I lost my balance and fell backwards. I screamed and clumsily tried to grab the counter.

Then I felt two hand gripping hard on my arms. I winced at the pain of whoever's strength. He quickly pulled me upwards again, and I brushed myself off.

I looked up to thank him. My jaw dropped. "John?" I said surprised, and he smiled and nodded. I stared at him. He now wore glasses, which made him look very different...but I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Um, Katy?" I heard him say and realized I was staring. I felt a hand on my waist. "I need to talk to you, okay?" He said. I nervously nodded as he gently grabbed my wrist and led me outside of the club.

As soon as he opened the door, the wind hit me. It was refreshing as it hit my sweaty face. He led me to the corner of the building where the risk of getting caught by the paparazzi was slim. He put his warm hand on my face and kissed me. And I kissed him back.

"I still love you, Katy." He whispered.

"I know." I said back, chuckling and he smiled. We kissed again and again and again.

He broke away. "Meet me at your house in fifteen minutes."

I nodded. I don't know if I agreed because I was drunk. That's what I am trying to convince myself, but there has always been a soft whisper in my head that tells me I would have said yes even if I was as sober as I could possibly be.