I downed another shot, handed to me by some hot blonde guy, no idea who he is but wow, boy is he something to look at. My brain began to fog over,and I found myself becoming carefree and happy, I sure do like the drunk feeling. I turned back to the hot blonde next to me who handed me another 2 shots as he downed his own. I drank them and the carefree attitude increased. God I want to kiss him right now.
As if hearing my thoughts, the blonde took me by the arm,pulling me into him and forcefully crushing his lips to mine. I responded hungrily, i'm just going to blame the drink for that one. I heard cameras flashing around me but ignored it, if they really wanted a photo of me making out with someone then fine, they can have them.
I pulled away breathless and giggling. Boy am I taking this guy home with me.
I signaled the bartender to bring me another drink and he did so. I drank it straight off,smiling at the guy next to me.
The next few hours, me,Miley (yes,Cyrus) and some other people who I honestly dont know went from club to club, drinking as much as we could,dancing in a rather innapropriate manner with random people and not to mention kissing a lot of people.
It was probably around 3am when I decided I should probably head home,I have work in morning. I said my goodbyes to Miley and the other random people partying with us. I grabbed the blonde from the club earlier and we headed to the car I had called.
I was just stepping into the car when I tripped in the stupid heels I was wearing and half fell into the car. I heard the click of cameras. Shit,dad is going to kill me. Wait, do i care? no,not really.
"VIOLET! VIOLET OLIVIA COWELL!" Oh flip. I groaned into the pillow, banging my head repeatedly against my bed post. Why do hangovers hurt so bad?
I looked at the clock, it was 10:45. A light knock sounded from the other side of my door.
"Yes?" I called, giving permission for whoever it was to enter.
As I presumed it was Lorna, the maid/Au Pair/Babysitter...basically my dads bitch.
"Miss Violet, you're father wishes to speak with you" She told me quietly.
I rolled my eyes at the fact she'd called me 'Miss Violet'. I'm 18 for fucks sake.
"Yeah yeah,I'll be a minute" I snapped, making no attempt to move from my bed.
"Perhaps you should shower and dress first?" Lorna suggested.
I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror at the othe side of my room. Yup, I think she's right.
I gave her a nod, signaling her to leave,which she did.
I gave another groan,louder this time, isnt my life just great?
Oh god, I wish i'd just stayed in bed. Turns out the photo of me stumbling into the car was a little worse than I originally expected. My make up was smudged, my hair a frizzy mess and to make matters worse,my dress was halfway up my thigh, just fabulous.There was some bullshit article underneath about me being a 'teenage tearaway' and blah blah blah. Oh yay.
"Explain yourself" My dad hissed, glaring daggers at me.
"Daddy, the photo makes it look worse than what it is,I simply tripped down the curb" I gave him a sweet smile,faking innocence.
"Really Violet,because it looks like you were drunk out of your mind!" He yelled,standing up to make himself seem more threatening.
I winced, my head throbbing at his volume. He must have seen me because his face clouded with a new found anger.
"Get out of my sight Violet, you are a disgrace! Get yourself to work, and I swear,this is your last chance!"
I fled the room as quicly as I could, getting my car keys and heading to work,yup, just another day in paradise.
I smiled at the tanned boy across the room from me, his big hazel eyes glinting in the light, god, he's beautiful. I blushed and looked to the floor as he smiled back, his dazzling teeth sparkling. Dont even get me started on his jawline or his cheek bones, they were just perfect.as was his little quiff of dark,thick hair. Oh my god,im staring. I looked away quickly, not before my cheeks flamed.
"Violet,you ready?" Vikie, the make up artist asked me. I gave a nod and headed over to her little station.
"What are you wearing today?" She asked me.
"Umm, a peach tennis dress" I replied with a smile as she began to do my make up to match the dress I was modelling for Hollister.
"Vikie,you know that guy over there, the tanned one with the dark hair?" I asked casually, nodding over to where the boy was laughing with some of the other models.
"Zayn? Yeah,what about him?" She asked.
"Is he a model here?" I asked her. Subtle Vi, real subtle.
"Yup,just started,why the interest?"
Oh,no interest,just curious"
Vikie raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
Well Violet Cowell, looks like you've found yourself a challenge.
A/N- hi guys,sorry its short, I was on the iPad, but I hope your enjoying so far!:)
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