dramatic Part 14 club happened

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Harry's POV

The club was packed, the music loud and pulsating. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I thought about Kenan, the Turkish footballer who had captured Amelia's attention. I wished I could meet him face to face, to see for myself what was so special about him. As I watched Amelia laugh and dance with our friends, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was slipping away from me.

While I was lost in my thoughts, I noticed a guy pestering Amelia near the bar. My blood boiled. Without thinking, I pushed through the crowd and stepped between them. "Hey, back off," I growled, glaring at the guy.

"Who the hell are you?" the guy shot back, clearly drunk and irritated.

"I'm her man," I said firmly, not backing down. "And I suggest you leave her alone."

The guy sneered but finally backed off, muttering under his breath. Amelia looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thanks, Harry, even though you lied," she said softly, then laughed.

"Anytime," I replied, trying to hide the turmoil of emotions inside me. "Let's get back to the others."

We returned to the dance floor, and the energy of the club soon swept us up again. Amelia and I found ourselves dancing together, our bodies moving in sync to the music. I could feel the heat between us, an unspoken connection that I couldn't ignore.

"Here, have a shot!" Matthew shouted, handing us both glasses. Amelia hesitated for a moment but then downed the drink with a mischievous smile. I followed suit, feeling the alcohol warm me from the inside.

We took several more shots, the alcohol loosening our inhibitions. Amelia, who normally didn't drink, giggled and swayed to the music, her eyes sparkling with joy. I couldn't take my eyes off her. We danced, laughed, and just enjoyed the night. She recorded a video of all of us dancing and posted it on her Instagram story. It was a perfect moment.

Suddenly, Mike pulled me aside. "Harry, we need to talk," he said, his expression serious. "The girls have been talking, and they think Amelia is hiding something."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to focus through the haze of alcohol.

"Eva got drunk and started spilling secrets," Mike explained. "She said Amelia was once in love with me but has had feelings for you for a long time. However, Lisa thinks Amelia has found someone new these past two days."

I felt a jolt of shock. "What?"

"And Sofa added that Amelia was hurt every time you had a girlfriend or hooked up with someone," Mike continued. "She's been hiding her feelings for a long time. To be honest, I don't know whom to believe."

As the words sank in, I felt a wave of guilt and realisation. All the times I had been with other girls, all the moments I may have missed the signs of Amelia's feelings...if it was true what drunk girls were saying. I glanced over at Amelia, who was still dancing, oblivious to the conversation.

"Mike, are you saying Amelia's been in love with me this whole time?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mike nodded. "Actually, I am not sure. I just thought that you and Amelia have spent a lot of time together these past two days, and now Lisa thinks she has found someone. So, I have a question for you: are you two dating or not?"

"Mike, what a stupid question," I replied. "Of course, we aren't dating. However, she might have someone."

The music shifted to a slower, more intimate song. Amelia came over and took my hand, pulling me back to the dance floor. We started dancing close, our bodies pressed together. The alcohol had lowered our inhibitions, and I could feel the chemistry between us.

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