Someone Like You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I ran up the steps to the front doors to my apartment building, saying hello to the janitor, Alan, I didn't bother taking the elevator and I ran up the steps. Wrong choice. By the time I got to the 6th floor I was totally out of breath and sweating.

Sometimes I need to think before I act. Panting, I reached into my purse and brought out my keys to number 68, jamming the key into the lock.

Unlocking to door, I scrambled inside, throwing my coat, purse and beanie aside. Tripping over my own rug, graceful, I undressed and hopped into a hot shower.

After the shower I dried off, it was now 6:30, I rushed to dry my hair, and do my makeup. Once finished I walked into my bedroom, I really just took a couple of steps forward saying that my apartment was small, but manageable. It was the size where you could have a small kitchen, a bar as a dining room and a cramped living space in one room and the other two rooms, which were my bed and bathroom, were also quite cramped. But hey, it's New York City!

Time to pick out my outfit! The hard part. I sighed and rummaged through my drawers, searching for the perfect dress.

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The time I spent getting my outfit together was unmentionable, lets just say I took so long that I was literally stuffing my bag with all my stuff, knowing I probably was going to get drunk.

"Phone, wallet, can't forget the beanie, mascara, lip gloss." I said under my breath. Finally getting everything I ran out the door. I was in such a hurry because my best friend, Charlotte, was picking me up. I had already gotten over 10 text messages from her I charged down the steps to her car sitting in front of the building.

"About time." She said to me as I slid into the seat next to hers "we're going to be late, again!" Charlotte was wearing I tight fitting red , strapless, cocktail dress with some black stilettos. I was wearing a strapless, maroon dress that was very flowy. There was a golden band around the middle and the end of the skirt was slanted.

"Look, I'm sorry! You know how hard it is for me to pick out an outfit! By the way you look great!" I said to her, she thanked me, i took my beanie out of my bag And started to put it on when Charlotte stopped me, telling me it would mess up my hair. Setting my hands down on my lap, I started to play with the seam of the hat.

"You look good too, I love your shoes! Are they new?" I had my black lace up shoe boots.

"Yeah, I had an audition today actually, for Ford Modeling today." I said casually. Charlotte almost crashed the car.

"Jenna! Why didn't you tell me? Oh my god how did it go?" She exclaimed I told her all about the audition, but I didn't tell her about the guy I saw walking home from it.

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When we arrived at the destination, Charlotte parked the car and we stepped out of the vehicle. The party was in a penthouse in the middle of Times Square so parking was hard to find but we managed. This party was big, saying that Charlotte was a popular dancer, and I well I was a model we were invited.

We strode up to the building, and walked strait onto the elevator, I pressed the button labeled, 50, and the doors shut.

Finally arriving at the 50th floor, we walked out into the penthouse. We were greeted by the host of the party, Sam Reed, an actor, and model.

He was so beautiful, Charlotte and I were melting right under his green-eyed gaze.

"Hello ladies, you look very beautiful, I'm glad you could make it!" He kissed us on both of our cheeks and ushered us in.

He showed us where the drinks and bathrooms were, and told us if we needed anything just to come and find him.

Once he had walked off, Charlotte and I just gave each other the oh-my-god-he's-so-sexy look. Laughing we went over to get some drinks. Making our way through the groups of people, I caught a glimpse of something bright blue out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look, but it was gone.

After we had gotten our drinks, people started making their way to the dance floor. The music got louder as 'Radioactive' by Rita Ora came on, almost 3/4 of the crowd was dancing.

A guy with curly brown hair and green eyes asked Charlotte if she wanted to dance, not giving me a second glance.

I sighed. I was alone now. I could easily find a guy to dance with or at least someone to talk to, but why bother. I took another sip from my martini. I set the glass down and ran my finger around the glasses rim.

"You're not going to dance?" Someone asked me, I turned to see the bright blue eyes I had seen twice before. This boy had blonde hair and a beautiful smile. I was in shock. He was stunning!

"Uh, no, I-I'm not in the mood." I stuttered, turning red. I looked down at the glass in my hand.

"Me neither, how bout I buy you a drink?" His thick Irish accent rang through my ears as I agreed.

He held up two fingers to the bartender as he slid into he barstool next to me. Two shots were set in front of us. I stared at mine.

"You've never taken a shot?" He asked me. I shook my head, I was never brave enough to try it, and I told him that. He just laughed, his laugh made me smile and blush even redder.

"C'mon! You can do it! We'll do it together, ready?" I nodded

"One," We picked up the the shots

"Two," we raised it to our lips, I noticed how pink his were

"Three!" I swallowed he last bit of fear and threw back the alcohol. It burned as it ran down my throat. I looked up at him, smiling. "I'm Jenna, Jenna Gates." I introduced myself "Niall Horan." He grinned back at me