FAKING IT| M. Mount

THREE

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All the girls struggled out the taxi, since they were all squished in the back of the cab almost to the point they were sitting on each other. They decided to get a cab not knowing what state they would be by the end of the night and guessing that they'll not be in any right mind to drive home by the end of they night.

They arrived at the club that Chloe had recommended, seeing as she was the only one out of the group that had lived in London a long period of time to know her way around. The girls were meeting a few of Chloe's friends she made in the city as well as her boyfriend Christian who she met when she was stood up by a date a few months back, what a love story, one that they've heard countless times by their friend who couldn't stop gushing about her boyfriend.

Strobe lights filled the club everywhere the girls went, they were making their way to the VIP booth that Christian had reserved for the whole group of his friends and the group of girls so that the distractions can be kept at a minimum.

"Christian!". Chloe rushed to greet her boyfriend, almost knocking him off his feet in the process making him try and balance himself before wrapping his arms around the blonde.

Klara had met Christian only a handful of times when he and Chloe came to visit her in Antalya for a few days before the pair went on a couples holiday to Mykonos a few days later, she approved of Christian since it looked like he was treating her best friend right and that was all that mattered to her. After the two broke apart from their embrace Christian said hello to the rest of the girl group giving them quick hugs before returning to his girlfriends side, a waitress approached Klara and Ayla asking them what they both would like to drink with Klara asking for a Cosmopolitan.

Not long after, the introductions started with many of Christian's friends coming to greet her all of them were very friendly and she eventually got into a conversation with who she learnt were Mason, Ben and Trevoh. They talked through many cocktails with the trio not realising how much they actually had to drink except for Trev who decided not to drink for the night, since Klara wasn't thinking straight she pulled Mason who was sitting right next to her to the dance floor.

Both being under the influence meant that none of them were thinking straight, Klara brought Mason to the middle of the dance floor, where she was turned around and pressed against his front with his hands around her waist. She lay her head back against his shoulder pulling him into her gently by his neck, where he was placed small butterfly kisses down from behind her ear to her collarbone making her let out a small moan. The two decided that they wanted to get  some privacy elsewhere, Mason called his driver to pick them up from the back to try and avoid all the paparazzi that he knew would be waiting at the front trying to grab any story to plaster on their gossip magazines the next day.

They both walked out the back hand in hand, with both so caught up in their own little worlds made them continue from where they left off in the club and make out in the back of the car until they reached Mason's.

Both completely oblivious to what would appear the following morning.