His Last Chance

Chapter 26

I don't know when the DJ turned the music up, but I can feel the bass thumping through the floor. It's gone from a gathering to a party. This is what the reunion's about.

It's kinda bad, but I can't remember more than half of these people's names, but I wouldn't be surprised if they're the same. It's been a while to be fair. For most people here, this is less about seeing familiar faces and more about having an excuse to get shit-faced.

But what the hell.

Someone smuggled in a couple of extra bottles, so Jamie and I have been doing shot after shot after shot.

The lighting in here is an epileptic's worst nightmare. Strobe lights all flashing different colours. A spotlight that can't choose one person to stay on. Neon strip lights decorate the doorways. I can't even remember when they were put there. Either way, it no longer looks like a film studio.

This place has been transformed into a nightclub.

I don't want to be here with anyone but Jamie.

Sure, I'm sad about Ollie, but he's not exactly on my mind right now.

I grab both of us one more shot before I take his hand and start pulling him towards the middle of the room that has somehow been converted into a dance floor.

"Ahhh," he pulls back slightly. "I don't dance."

"I don't believe that for a second, come on," I grin as he rolls his eyes and lets me lead him through the other people.

When we get right to the centre, I start to move my body to the rhythm of the music, letting the feel of it flow through me and control my moves.

Jamie sort of just stands there.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "You genuinely don't dance?"

He shrugs. "Don't know how to."

"Bullshit," I giggle, the alcohol making me warm and fuzzy as it reaches my brain.

"I mean, I can do this?" He raises his arms and starts doing the funky chicken.

"Oh my god, no. No stop please! Before you embarrass yourself," a laugh rises up in me and comes out before I can stop it.

"I think I quite like this actually," he says as he moves from the chicken into the robot.

"Alright, alright, stop. Come here," I step closer to him and take both his hands, placing them on either side of my waist.

He cocks his eyebrow with a smirk, but I just grin at him.

"You need to loosen up a little, you're too stiff."

With a sly smile on his face, he leans in and whispers, "Don't you like it stiff?"

My cheeks flush and I clear my throat, but it's probably just the alcohol making me all hot and bothered.

"Feel the music, let it guide you."

"I'd rather feel you."

I look him dead in the eye. "Behave yourself."

My arms go around his neck, and I try to encourage his movements with my hips. It sort of works, but his eyes stay on mine the whole time, his gaze burning into me.

"Y/n...."

One of his hands moves from my waist to brush the hair away from my shoulder.

When his lips come down to meet my skin, it makes me think of the moment I had with Ollie in the kitchen.

His arms support me around my waist, and it reminds me of the way that Ollie used to hold me.

He nuzzles my neck, and I remember how Ollie used to do that when he was tired and falling asleep.

"Y/n..... You know I still love you, right?"

Those words.

"Oh, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words that Ollie would still say to me, only a few days ago.

I can't be here any more.