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-Chapter 46-

(A/N: Outfits in media)

-Chapter 46-

Tonight Avaline, Rosalie, and I were hitting the clubs. Even though we were exhausted after the day that we just had, tonight was the only night we could fit clubbing in. 

I had already contacted Niall, Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Liam to see if they wanted to come with, but they couldn't make it. 

We had been getting ready for the past few hours, and now we were just pulling up to the club entrance. The current time was ten to ten. 

Avaline was wearing a black mesh tube dress. She had borrowed a pair of my favourite Christian Louboutin shoes and had matched the outfit with an animal-print calf hair shoulder bag. Her long brown hair was down and softly curled. She had gone with nude lips and dark eyes. 

Rosalie was wearing a sexy, red and black hollow zipper dress. On her feet she wore a pair of red suede heels, and she had borrowed Avaline's black patent skull box clutch. For her make-up, Rosalie had gone very eighties with bright coloured eyeliner, and long lashes. Her lips were nude, and her hair was up in a tight messy bun.

I was wearing a black ladder crop top, a black balmain studded mini skirt, and a pair of black leather platform pumps. I had filled my black nappa leather Union Jack clutch with lip gloss, mascara, money, ID, and my phone. My long blond hair was straightened and flowing over my shoulders. I had gone for very dark eyes and light pink lips.

The driver pulled up outside the club, and we got out. The paparazzi, which were camped outside the club started to click away as we walked over to the entrance. The bouncer didn't even hesitate to let us in, and then we were inside.

There were neon lights flashing everywhere, and the music was so loud I could barely even hear myself think. 

"Let's go get drinks!" Avaline said grabbing Rosalie's and my hands. She led us to the bar and called over the waiter.

Avaline and I are both twenty, and Rosalie is 19 so we aren't able to drink alcohol, but that didn't mean that we couldn't have a good time. I think a lot of people think you have to get wasted to have a good time, but I've only ever been drunk a couple times and from those experiences, getting wasted doesn't mean having a good time.

"Three cokes, please." Rosalie asked the bar tender.

Hang on...

I know that face.

"It's you!" I said as the bar tender handed me my drink. "Mark, right?" I asked, trying to remember the name of the guy I had met on the beach yesterday. 

"Nearly, it's Matt." Matt corrected me.

"That's right, Matt Parker!" I suddenly remembered.

"That's me. I'm glad you remembered me, princess." He smirked.

It was only now that I started checking him out. He was tall, about 5'9", he had brown eyes, and his hair has brown roots with golden ends. His cheekbones were perfection, and overall he was quite attractive.

I felt a bit uneasy as he called me princess and almost told him I had a boyfriend, but then realized that I know nothing about this guy and that if I told him my cover would certainly be blown.

"So, you work here?" I asked as he handed Avaline and Rosalie their drinks.

"Yep. Bar tender by night." He winked, moving over to take someone else's order.

"You coming, Cora?" Avaline asked me, gesturing towards the dance floor.

I shook my head. "I'll join you in a few." I said. I wanted to get to know this Matt guy a bit more.