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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
Adjusting my black bikini top, I finish buttoning the lowcut denim shorts whilst exiting the washroom. My hands fiddle between the sheets, searching for the disposable camera; retrieving a green and black fujifilm.
"You ready?" I hear Niall shout from across the door while quickly snaking my hands on the large doorframe.
"You know it" I devilishly smirk and waste no time slinging my arm over his shoulder so we flip our direction.
Our converses lead us down the long hallway then traveling down the stairs; waiting at the bottom. I slip the small device between my jean shorts whilst I hear loud chit-chatting becoming more visible to the ears. Louis, Liam, and Zayn make their way to our presence before Niall searches for the car keys.
Harry slowly appears from the deep hallway as stopping his tracks in front of me; resting his tattooed arm on the washed wall.
I hadn't talked to him since our previous occasion...which wasn't a good one (when are they ever good?) It was pure emotional, my headspace wasn't correct, yet he had to see the vulnerable side of myself. Embarrassing if you ask me. I don't want him to see when my emotions take over every ounce of my cold body.
The white bandage was still suctioned around his broad shoulder from where I lightly stabbed him.
Fucker deserved it.
"Well...let's go" I break the divided silence whilst our shoes echo in symphony; slamming the door shut behind our blowing silhouettes.
I step into Nialls van before sliding my butt along the sunned cushions. The boys follow behind me; Liam resting beside me. Zayn curled his hand on the outside car interior, with his free hand carelessly dangling a cigarette.
Every small window was open because of the humidity; air rushing in as we speed down scenically streets.
Today we were attending a random beach party but an important guy was also going. He owes money to the mafia yet never payed them back so he shall pay himself...tonight.
My eyes fixate on the beautiful scenery of Las Vegas. I've never been here before which is almost surprising. The sunset strip astonished my vision as neon lights sparkled in the dazed sun. Various palm trees planted to augment the dream and casinos, streets, clubs— flooding the area.
So many people inundated the streets but the admiration was only enough for a memory because of the car ripping down the lit strip.
