Muse [h.s.]

43. on fire

🎵Sex On Fire — Kings of Leon

Ella's POV
2 and a half months later

"All set, boss?" Chloe calls from over the counter, shooting me a devilish grin as I walk out the back room.

I shoot her one back, shaking my head as she waggles her brows teasingly. "Oh, you know I am! And don't call me that, Chlo!"

Chloe throws her head back in laughter, the deep purple light of the Full Moon casting shadows along her face as she turns around to face the shelves of liquor.

The club is slowly filling up — it's only a little after 5, but we've always kept the bar open earlier, and started admission into the nightclub later. There's a few people here now seated at the bar, laughing and giggling with their friends, as Chloe, my amazing bartender, tends to them.

We even already have a few regulars that I've noticed these past few weeks; it's so surreal to me that so many people have already come to adore the Full Moon just as much as I do. I notice a few familiar faces seated at the bar, and they shoot me friendly waves.

Over the past two months, the club has gotten more attention than ever, and I know that's partially due to all the paparazzi that's been following me since I've gotten back from France.

They're lined up at all hours of the night on the weekends, but I've strangely gotten used to them. I even invited a few friendly paps into the club for a drink, and my previous nerves around any sort of paparazzi have quelled since Harry and I have gone public to the world.

My world was shook, however, when I saw yet another story in a tabloid — this time, talking about my success and determination when it came to the nightclub, praising what I've done with it in so little time. Since then, the nightclub's been packed, especially on the weekend.

It felt really fucking amazing, to be acknowledged for something other than 'Harry Styles's girlfriend.'

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love being Harry Styles's girlfriend...but I'm also Aurelia Bardot, youngest owner in the nightclub scene down here in South Beach; I'm especially proud of that.

And speaking of the exquisite man himself...his very last show of tour wraps up tonight, and he's playing here in Miami ― sort of an homage to me, he had said, which left my cheeks red. He wasn't planning on doing another show here in the States, but he had insisted.

The lights and flashes of the paparazzi flash as I walk out the nightclub, with them shouting after me as I head to my car.

"Aurelia! Over here!"

"Going to see Harry, Aurelia?"

"The club looks amazing, Aurelia!"

I turn to them, saying a quick "thank you so much!" before I rushing into my car, immediately putting it into drive without even letting the engine warm. I'm just excited to finally see him again in person, especially since it's been weeks since the last time.

Harry had me flown out to Sweden and the UK for a few of his shows during his tour ― it was there in London where I had officially met his mother, Anne, along with Gemma, as we were both there for a few days.