behind cameras | harry lewis.

10 ~ cliché's and drunken moments

c h a p t e r  t e n

'"Something along the lines of that I am cute."'

It was almost one am, only realising she has 10 hours till a meeting - to discuss the plan for her new photoshoots coming up - which is not enough time to get sobered up and ready. Currently she was, leaning against a brick wall, her thoughts only just slightly clouded by the drinking habits of the night.

Her head spun around as Clementine tried to make her way back into the club, stumbling she spilt her drink down herself, dropping the cup in a fit of annoyance. Trying, to keep in a up right position she tried to get rid of the stains of red wine out of her pale dress. Whilst trying to multi task, well really one task, on a drunk state of mind her heel got caught in a drain making her fall flat on her arse, over a curb.

"Oh, come on."

Sitting on the edge of the curb, getting bumped in the back by a drunk group of teenage girls Clemmie pulled her knees close to her chest, placing her chin on top.

The thing about Clementine Flynn when she was drunk is that her emotions and attitude can change so quickly it was like she was being controlled. One minute she could be sad and pouty and the next she would be as happy and uplifting as ever. She was the kind of person whose drunk words were her sober thoughts, when ever she was drunk it would come back to haunt her - both good, both bad. But ever so often she could control herself ever so slightly.

As a thousand thoughts flashed through Clemmie's mind, one of them being the feeling that she would get whenever she was around Harry, which she had no clue was - but she knew it had to be something good. Because when she was around him her heart skipped a beat. As cliché as that might sound. She guessed it was the truth.

Suddenly the rush of adrenaline ran through, making her want to move back into the nightclub. Stumbling she gathered the courage and energy to get up but for the second time that day she fell over the curb she was perviously sitting on. Or more like falling over her own feet, but whilst falling flat on her butt  - again - an unknown man came to her need.

"Hello chica." Clementine could hear the hint of a Spanish accent as he talked, dragging out the 'O' in 'hello' for far to long as needed.

She lifted her head to take a look of the man sitting next to her. Even though he was sitting down he was still fairly taller than her, with her only being 5'ft. Maybe not even that. Sitting down, looking up she felt dizzy, almost like she was actually spinning in real life but that being changed by the sudden hand on her shoulder.

"What's a pretty girl like you by your self for?" The mans voice echoed through her ears. Clementine could feel the hot breathe radiating from him, the smell of vodka lingering up her nose.

Clemmie stuttered as she tried to stand up. " I um I- I'am not alone." She rested her hand on the pavement trying to put her weight on one arm and quickly failing.

The unknown figure pulled her up, awfully aggressive, " How about I help you up."

Trying to get out of his firm grip that made its way to her wrists. " Oh, erm. Really I am fine. Just pleas-."

Right before she was going to ask the man to leave her alone, after getting an odd feelings from him. Harry came to her rescue, taking a firm hold of her by the shoulders but not in an aggressive nature. More like in a comforting way.

"I've got it here mate." Harry's voice injected amounts of volume consisting of authority, trying to make it clear he was taking charge.

As Clemmie nestled her way into his arms, the unknown man spoke, " So you the boyfriend." His words slightly slurred whilst walking backwards into the nightclub.

As those words came flowing out of the mans mouth, Clementine could feel the blood quickly rising to her cheeks. Looking up in the mans arms she was in, she realised she wasn't the only one with flustered cheeks. He looked down on her, the minute their eyes connected, huge smiles erupted on both of their faces. From ear to ear.

" You look absolutely peppered, love." The second he said 'love' Clementine's heart skipped a beat. Her face getting more heated and blushed as the milliseconds ticked by.

"Love." She said, repeating it. " I like that nickname it's... cute." To finish of her sentence she bobbed his nose, the second she did it, she cringed inside. But she was relieved as she saw the smirk leaning on Harry's face. As her drunken side took over, deep down inside she knew what she truly felt. And she definitely knew that her drunken side knew too.

Harry shook his head from side to side, whilst breathlessly giggling, "Well, you are wasted Clemmie." He pulled something out of his front pocket of his blue hoodie. Which may she add, he looked quite cute in.

"What was that?" He smiled at her, handing over a water bottle. "You said something."

She opened the bottle, and quickly took a huge gulp of water. " what did I say?" Clemmie played her thoughts over but couldn't remember if she ever spoke with in the last few moments.

Walking towards the entrance of the door, Harry was quick to respond to the tiny girl next to him. "Something along the lines of that I am cute."

Clemmie know for a fact that she must have be saying her thoughts out loud as an awkward look plastered her face, " You must be the one that is peppered. Not me."

Before walking past the bouncer dressed in all black, the two shared a look right before walking into the depths of booze and music.