Louis's POV
The music buzzed around me, the smell of the alcohol intoxicating to my senses.
Eyeing the drinks in front of me I grabbed the closest one, bringing the cool glass to my lips.
My head began to buzz with a pleasurable sensation, my senses becoming numb.
All those ignorant reminiscences began to play in my head. Logan's slip at the lake had broken me.
I trusted her. I loved her.
I felt a few warm tears trickle from the corner of my eyes.
Quickly wiping them away, I took another sip of the colored drink. I felt like that buzz would soon wear off, ceasing for my ecstasy to exist.
Someone began to lean on me, skin sticky with sweat.
"Hey there.." A brunette giggled in a drunk manner.
I turned my head, cocking my brows in confusion. I gulped down the burning drink, the liquid somehow scorching my throat with this peculiar sweetness.
"Louis." I said, faking a smile.
The mystery girl grabbed my hand, dragging me into the large crowd of intoxicated club-goers. She began to dance, swaying her hips lightly to the music.
She honestly wasn't like any of the other girls here, she wasn't throwing herself on me or anything horrid. She had seemed quite bubbly and sweet.
"And you are?" I asked over the loud music. She smiled widely, offering me her hand.
"Eleanor."
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Hayran Kurgu"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
