I slowly screw my camera onto my tripod and stretch out the tripod's long legs. I look threw the viewer lens and take in the dark scene. On the far left a dilapidated brick apartment stands with graffiti covering its entirety and then a rundown neighborhood taking in the rest of the shot.
I snap a few pictures switching angles every 5 shots or so. I can't help but feel uneasy, no matter how photogenic this place may be, its still the middle of the hood.
I push a long strand of my blond hair behind my ear and sigh. I've taken at least 50 pictures and only maybe 11 of them are keepers. I unscrew my camera again and put it in my bag that hangs around my hip. I pick up my tripod and begin the stroll back to my car. I look at the black pavement while I walk. Kicking up glass shards with my converse as I go. I hear footsteps behind me and cardboard boxes falling to the ground. I run back to my car and throw my stuff into the passenger seat before sliding myself into the driver's seat.
My old Cadillac roars to life, but before I turn down the road to drive home I look to see if anyone was following me. A boy walks silently by the brick wall I was photographing just minutes ago. I can see his lovely dark curls from where I sit on my white leather seat. He's wearing a brown leather jacket and his jeans sag by his hips. My inner photographer forces me to pull out my camera and shoot a few shots.
The boy looks up and studies my car before run-walking around the corner of the building and inside. I pause to look over what pictures I had managed to take.
They're all stunning.
I drive home to my small flat outside of London and walk inside. My friend, Chelsea, is inside holding two dresses in front of her holding onto them by the hangers they hang on. One dress is a spandex mini dress while the other appears to be made of some sort of stretchy denim and has hole cut out so it only covers the right places.
After I close the door behind me Chelsea looks up to me a look of frantic worry in her gorgeous grey eyes. "Which one would look better for tonight at the club?"
I make a face. "You're going to a club?"
Chelsea shakes her head, "We're going to a club!" She says cheerfully before tossing the denim dress down on our little couch. "So pick out something to wear!" When I don't immediate rush to my closet Chelsea grabs my wrist and drags me to it. She pulls out the sluttiest dress I own. I glare at her and walk to the bathroom to slip into it.
I look in the mirror and can't help but smiling. My pin straight blond hair falls down past my mid-back and my blue eyes look bright and pretty for once. I look down at the dress.
It's blue, strapless and skin-tight. I know the silver zipper down the front of it will attract boys to me with it;s promise of easy dress removal. I try to breath a bit before walking out of the bathroom to show Chelsea. She gasps and brings her hands to her o-shaped mouth before bouncing up and down like a little girl. "Aw Alice! You look so good!" I blush scarlet before waltzing over to my closet and scanning my eyes through it for some shoes. I find some combat boot looking heels and I snatch them up quickly before Chelsea sees and walk into the living room.
I pull out my white iPhone and check the time. 7:30. I slup my feet into the heels and stand up. "Hey Chels you ready to go?" I yell to her. She walks into the living room looking classier than ever.
"Hell yeah!" she says smirking. I laugh and grab her arm we walk down the stairs and to her car. She unlocks it and I climb in. I turn on the radio and rock my head back and forth to whatever song that's blasting out of the speaker. Chelsea speeds down the roads and to the club. I look at the line outside the doors.
Chelsea parks across the street from the club and we walk across. I follow her to the door where she hands something to the bouncer. He opens the door and before I walk inside the club I look up to see Eden in big silver letters above the huge double doors. After the door shuts close behind me its pitch black. Chelsea squeals and grabs hold of me giggling like she's already drunk. I laugh and pull both of us down the corridor towards the sound of bass and flashing LED's.
As soon as we reach the end of the hallway Chelsea realeases her grip on me and starts shaking her hips and dancing off into the pulsing crowd unlike myself who takes in the scene.
Dancing horde of young adults, bar, or sketchy looking booths appear to be my choices. I skirt around the dancefloor towards the bar and take a seat. A bartender with a dark hair wiping off a glass looks up and sees me. He sets down the glass and takes the tooth pick out of his mouth. "What can I get you love?" He asks seductively cocking his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes. "Jack Daniels please." The bartender squats down and pulls a bottle out of somewhere beneath the counter. He twists the cap and chucks it in the trash bin before handing it to me.
"There you go pretty lady." He says chuckling to himself. I take a swig of it before turning to face the dancing crowd. After I finish off the whisky I turn around and take a deep sigh. I close my eyes for a second. Suddenly muscular arms are around my waist and a husky voice is whispering in my ear. "'Ello love." A struggle to turn and see who is holding me in such a tight embrace. "Don't be scared lovely. Come and dance with me." He whispers again. I allow him to help me stand and drag me off to the dancefloor. Only once we're in the middle of the pulsing crowd does he turn me around and pull me closer than ever. My forehead rests against his and I stare into the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen.
Dark green with light greens dappled in and gold flecks around is pupil. I gasp a little noticing his dark curls around his whole head.
"Who are you?" I whisper. He smiles.
"I'm Harry love, and you?"
"Alice." I manage to say. Harry chuckles before leaning forward and sweetly kissing me. I pull back a bit. Harry frowns and feels me up finding my phone easily and grabbing it. I hear it unlock and I watch him cautiously as he texts someone. I suddenly don't like him too much.
I hear a buzz come from the pocket of his brown leather jacket and I groan inwardly. Now he's got my name and number.
Harry grabs my wrist and pulls me in for another kiss before smirking. "Well I have to go now love. We're going ice skating tomorrow night." He whispers with a bit of rasp in his voice before walking out of the horde of dancing couples leaving me to stand with my mouth agape.
What have I gotten myself into now?
