CORIE
I'm not sure how we went from being excited to see each other to fighting. I'm super pissed he wasted my time but I'm even more pissed because this argument may have been my fault. I got so mad at him and didn't even tell him why. I don't really even know why. Well I guess I do.
Mike was out front in 20 minutes with Tommy and Danielle in the car. "Hey guys," I say as everyone greets me, everyone except Danielle. How shocking.
"This is a nice hotel, what were you down here?" Mike questioned not taking his eyes off the road.
"Um I was seeing a friend," I reply.
"You didn't give him the panties did you?" Tommy asked obnoxiously. He was already drunk, I could smell the booze from the backseat.
" Shut it Tommy," I laugh knowing he meant no harm. Tommy was a sweetheart.
" I wouldn't be surprised. I mean you're coming from a hotel dressed like that," Danielle smirked.
For all inquiring minds that want to know Danielle had more skin showing than I did. Her nipples were an inch from showing but I didn't judge her.
"Danielle I'm already having a weird day, don't add to it."
" Okay you two enough," Mike says turning on the music.
" Here drink this and relax," Tommy smiles passing me back a bottle of tequila.
" Come on you know Ms. Boring doesn't drink," Danielle teased grabbing the bottle and drinking some.
She was right, I didn't drink. Alcohol ruined my father's life. I didn't feel comfortable with it doing the same to me.
Sitting back I enjoyed the ride until we got to our destination.
The Troc, a club for young adults was packed tonight with different schools. I knew mostly everyone there and just seeing them made me happy.
When the bouncer spotted Mike he let us through and I must admit it felt pretty cool not having to wait in line.
" Uh oh we got Mike and my favorite cheerleader in the house!" Pothead Larson screamed on the mic when he spotted us. I wasn't the least bit surprised he was up there. Larson was loud. Loud and fun.
I hugged everyone who greeted me and went to join Margo and Britney in a booth. Danielle came too. Not sure why.
" Oh I love the dress Ms. Curvy!" Margo compliments standing up to hug me. She had on an all white crop top and high waisted shorts that made her legs look like they went on for days.
Britney sat next to her wearing a black pencil skirt and simple white blouse. She was drunk out of her mind.
"You guys got my Brit drunk?" I laugh.
" Yea we dared her to take a few shots since there's no school tomorrow," Margo screamed over the music.
There was school tomorrow but tradition said whoever won the last game of the season cuts school the next day. Stupid I guess, but still fun.
" Where's April?" she asks.
" Oh she's with Niall, I'm not sure if she's coming tonight, she'll probably be at the celebration tomorrow night," I answer.
Margo and I talked about the game and it was the perfect distraction. Tonight I would be happy, tonight I would be celebrating with my friends. Tonight I would forget I'd ever met Harry Styles.
HARRY
" Stop being a punk and take the shot!" I yell at Lou as he stalls.
Zayn had taken us to a bar that was known for having girls table dancing. Perfect. I was drunk. Drinking from my own personal bottle and taking shots straight from the bar had me seeing sideways.
When the curly haired bartender asked me to take a body shot off her I happily agreed. Her body was nice, I could tell she watched what she ate, unlike Corie who ate the last slice of pizza off of my plate on our first outing. Even still, this girl didn't have Corie's curves. She didn't even have wild curly hair like Freckles.
"You're doing it again," Zayn called in my ear.
"What?" I ask as Lou starts to laugh for no reason. Yea he's drunk too. Prick.
" You're thinking about her again. You're thinking about Corie."
"Zayn you jerk, this girl is not Corie! No one is. She doesn't know that though," I slur. As the half naked girl laid before me like a human smorgasbord I continued to talk to Zayn. "Why did she have to act so stupid earlier? Talking about I'm 'doing' people. I'm not 'doing' anybody, she won't even let me 'do' her. I want to though, you've seen her Zayn she's sexy as hell."
" Yea I've seen her, I'd 'do' her too," he laughed as I gripped him up by his shirt.
" Whatever, don't talk about her like that. I wanna...um I wanna see her Zayn," I continue as Lou takes it upon himself to finish the shot off of the bartender. I guess I was stalling.
"You wanna see her? You know where she is?" he asks.
" She's at some stupid club called The Croc...no no, it's called The Troc."
" The Troc? Oh that place on 3rd? I went there one night with some girls from Beverly Hills, I know where it's at. Lou grab your stuff we're going to The Troc," Zayn says pushing me towards the door.
On our way out Zayn texts the twin sisters who were in the bathroom and they meet us near the exit.
" You really are my bro Zayn. I'm going to tell Corie that after I apologize for kicking her out. Wait did I kick her out? I don't remember."
"Tonight let's get some! And live while we're drunk!" Lou screams once we reach the night air. We laugh as Zayn (the sober one) puts us in the car.
CORIE
Tonight was perfect. Everyone was having the time of their lives. Most were drunk and wouldn't remember anything. When they played an old song by The Pussycat Dolls Margo and I danced with everyone else.
I was a great dancer and it came natural to me, probably because of my cheerleading background. Margo was great also and together we caught the attention of everyone. They cheered as we laughed.
When they began to play reggae we turned it down a notch and I began to wind my hips to the music.
Mike sat on the stage eyeing me as usual. He was drunk, I could tell from the redness of his eyes. I didn't have to worry about who would drive him home since Danielle was the designated driver.
"Ay yo can my boy get a lap dance? I mean after today he deserves it right?" Pothead Larson screams on the mic as everyone clapped and agreed. "Who you want Mikey? Who you want?"
Mike laughed hard and began acting like he was picking girls out. I put my hand on my forehead when he pointed directly at me.
" Uh oh, he picked my girl Corie! One of the baddest girls in here! Uh oh, come on Corie get up here!" Pothead Larson said.
I giggled as Margo and others pushed me on stage.
"I'm going to kill you Mike," I say to him.
"Come on it's all in good fun," he slurs pulling me onto his lap. Oh gosh.
As I start to dance on him the crowd gets louder.
" Wow Corie," he says in my ear.
A split second later someone roughly grabs me off of Mike and I yelp. Spinning around I I turn to see Harry standing there pissed.
