Crash

Crash: Chapter 1

Hello! This is my first fanfic ever but I'm very excited to get started with it. I'm trying to get kind of a Dark feel, but it'll be much different as well. I'll be updating as often as possible and I would love to hear from readers! Let me know where you'd like to see me go with the story, I'll be sure to listen :) xx 

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Aubrey

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"Hurry up, will you?" Willa yelled from the doorway. "We've got to go!" I was not looking forward to this at all. Willa had begged me to go clubbing with her tonight, and I was already regretting my decision to go.

"Why do you like it, anyway?" I pouted. Parties had never been my thing, and I'd never been much of a drinker, either.

"It's so fun, Rey. You get to listen to great music, and dance with steamy guys. I don't see what your problem is," she squealed. I came down the stairs. "See? You look hot. Let's go!" We quickly got into the Volkswagen. I looked back at the flat, already desperately wishing I could go back.

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Harry

I suddenly awoke. Another nightmare. I sat up in bed and realized how cold it was in my flat when the breeze from the open window brushed against my bare skin. "Winters in London," I slurred. The rush started to flow to my head as I remembered flashes of the night before. The lights, the stench of alcohol, and the pounding of the music filled my mind as I crashed back down to my pillow. I rolled over slightly to see the time. 11:00.

The clubs were probably just filling up now. I'd gotten familiar with them over the last few months. I don't know how it happened, but it just did. I rose from my bed, barely able to stand. Beams of light rushed to my head. "The boys wouldn't be happy with you, Harry," I mumbled, "would they? They wouldn't be proud of you, Harry."

I stumbled into the bathroom and started the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, studying who I had become. Bruises and scars showed over my tattoos, and were evidence of my past. I lightly touched the soft skin. "Who are you? What have you done to yourself?" I screamed at my reflection. I slammed my palms into the counter, angry.

I stepped into the shower, letting the cool water cleanse my face. Ringlets of my hair were flattened by the water as I closed my eyes.

Images of the crash forced themselves to come to mind.

I would not relive this memory. Not again. I opened my eyes and felt the tears slide down my cheeks, feeling hot as they joined with the cool shower water. I needed to suck it up. It was over.

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Aubrey

This whole "clubbing" thing? Not a good idea. I sat at the bar, stirring my water. I refused to drink. Multiple seedy guys had tried to hit on me. One had even bought me a drink. "Piss off," I spat each time, getting them to leave me alone. My seat at the bar was decent enough for me to see almost the entirety of the club. I watched Willa, who confidently came on to guys left and right. Sometimes I wish I was as outgoing as she.

As I scanned the room, the new arrival to the club caught my eye. A tall, dark figure sauntered across the room, not paying attention to the women on the dance floor. He quickly seated himself on the other side of the bar, making light conversation with the bartender. I studied him for a moment before resuming the stirring of my water.