(Harry's POV): "Let's go partayyy! Go partayyy!" Louis yelled. He ran around. "You already look drunk mate!" Niall laughed. He was sitting on the table eating some spaghetti. "I won't mind finding a girl." I said. "Harry!" Liam shot me a warning look. I chuckled,"I know, I know." We ran out to the car. Paul got in. We told the driver were to go. "Girls here we come!" I yelled. The boys whooped. "Let's not get too drunk. We do have meetings with Emmett and some people. We don't want to be bent over the toilet throwing up." Zayn said. Niall patted his back,"whatever you say mate." his voice cracked. We all started laughing. "I thought you had gone through puberty!" Liam laughed. Niall smirked," I have I just got so emotional over Zayn." he started fake crying and buried his head in Zayn's chest. Zayn laughed and began stroking Niall's hair and whispering,"Shh, it'll be OK." that made us laugh even harder. Niall took his head out. "Ooh look there's our billboard for our upcoming show here." I looked out the window,"don't look guys!" "why?" Louis asked trying to see. "You guys are super ugly and I'm super sexy!" I smirked. Niall laughed,"you mean the opposite don't you." I stuck my tongue out at him. The car stopped and we climbed out. We walked up to the front of the line and told them who we were. They let us in. The place was packed. We looked around. We went to the bar and ordered some drinks. People were dancing like crazy. I spotted some couples making out in the corner. My gaze fell onto a girl. She had chestnut hair down her back. She looked gorgeous and out of place. She was getting closer to me. She sat down a seat next to me. She looked at me. Her eyes were green. Like mine. They were gorgeous. She hadn't noticed me before and she seemed to recognize who I was. She jumped up and started walking away. I grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" her eyes darted back and forth. "Umm... I have to get home for work tomorrow." I smiled,"we all know that's a lie. Just at least sit with me for a while." she licked her lips nervously and then finally sat back down. I looked straight at her face again. It hit me. She looked exactly like someone I knew.
Emily's POV: Harry Styles was sitting next to me. He had asked me to stay when I tried to walk away. What if he realized who I was. My cover would be blown. "You remind me of someone I know." Oh god. He did recognize me. He looked at me concentrating trying to remember. Then his face lit up. "that's it! Is your last name Thomas." I licked my lips again,"umm... No... It's it's Thawyer." I stuttered. He seemed disappointed,"oh, well I know a guy named Emmett. Are you related cause you look exactly like him." I shook my head. Harry got another idea. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. He joined the rest of his band. Louis pushed me away from him jokingly,"don't trust Harry! Leave now!" he joked. Harry punched him," Shut up! Doesn't she look exactly like Emmett?" He asked them. They all nodded in agreement. "We should text him and see if he would like to come here." Niall said. He grabbed his phone and texted Emmett. Also known as me. My heart beat quickened and I was positive that everyone here could hear it. Niall sent the text. Sure enough my phone made the sound it does when it gets a text. The boys all looked up at me. I gulped and took out my phone. I put on a fake smile,"oh it's my brother." I frowned,"shit! He wants me back home." I put my phone away. Waved to the boys and started walking away. Harry grabbed my hand a second time. "What's your name?" "Emily. I'm not giving you my number." I walked away and finally out of the club. I breathed in the fresh night air. Thank god they didn't really catch on. I opened my car door and drove away. I got to my hotel and fell asleep in my clothes.
Harry's POV: I returned back to the boys. Niall lifted his eyebrows,"number?" I shook my head. The boys and I left shortly after that. Emily's face kept on coming back to me. I wanted to learn more about her. I don't necessarily have to date her but just get to know her. In a friend type of way. Though I wouldn't really mind if we dated. I shook her from my mind. We would probably never see her again.
