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Harry styles

"Names please." The man at the door said.

"Landon McBride." I say in my best American accent.

He looks at Niall and Audrey. I have to say I'm not very satisfied with the roles here. But it's work.

"Samantha and Jaxson Lewis." Niall speaks up gripping her waist. I walk through the door. The venue was red and gold. It's was rich for sure.

I hear the door open when Niall and Audrey walk in. I give them a nod.

I walk over and grab a shot from the table.

Act casual Harry.

"You three good from the back." I voice into my mic.

I hear Liam chuckling in his mic.

"From the back." He says laughing.

"This is serious guys, I don't wanna die." I hear Audrey's poor voice say into my ear. I wish I could just be with her.

"Hello what your name." A bald older guys says.

I flip around and face him with a smile.

"Hello, Landon McBride." I shake his hand.

"Gary Johnson." He says back.

"So what are you here for." I ask.

"Same reason you are, I need money."

I chuckle.

"You look young, are you even old enough to be here." He laughs.

Dirty fuckin' Americans

"I'm 21, I live in Florida I surf back home, but yes I'm old enough." I answer.

He nods his head with his hand in his pocket the other holding a drink. He leans back and forth.

"Well Gary it was nice meeting you." I smile.

"Nice meetin you too, good luck."

I turn around a roll my eyes.

I see Niall and Audrey taking to people. She catches my eye.

Holy fuck, she looks so perfect.

I smile.

I turn around knocking into someone's shoulder.

"Oh my god! Im so sorry." I said helping him up.

"No worries." A brunette guy with glasses looks up at me.

I walk away.

Wait! Holy shit! That's him.

"Guys I found him" I mouth into the mic.

"Where?" Niall immediately responds.

"By the drink bowl, the guy I just knocked over." I respond.

"Found him" Audrey says.

That's my girl.

"Harry your turn." Niall says.

I nod my head.

"Is someone gonna help me over here!" I yell as if I'm drunk, every stops and looks.

I dump the drink down my shirt.

Gasping at the ice.

"I need a napkin!" I yell louder.

"Sir your drunk sit down." A lady comes over.

"Get off!" I yell.

I nod my head at Audrey, she's terrified.

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