playlisted /H.S./

song no 1 - oh baby

The party was loud. Like freaking loud, I felt like I was loosing my ears.

We were in the back end of the dancefloor, slowly making our way to the bar. I bent to my friend, who was sipping her last of the who knows what pink cocktail.

"Don't get me wrong, Fred was cool an hour ago, but isn't he too high to mix?" Our pal was bobbin his head at the podium, his hand up in the air, enjoying the song he put together.

"You are" Jenna laughed off my remark, and swayed to Tay, leaving me with three empty re-cups.

"Need a hand?" Tay yelled, but Jenna already pulled her back to the mid.

I shook my head no and forced my movement's to hide my sudden shiver.

The dress I wore had a deep burgundy colour and had basically no back...and the bar was outside, and I wore no bra.

"Fuck"

Two minutes later I tapped my hand on the wood deck of the bar.

"Babyyyy, the girls need a round of this again"

"Cutie" He jumped out to peck me a kiss. "Sure." I tapped my card to the machine. James saluted, and I gestured him where will he find me.

Next to the bushes, smoking.

I felt my eardrum disappear in thin air and had no intention to go back until the girls are looking for their drinks.

"Fuck"

"Got a lighter?" I asked a random girl, standing there, while I fished out my last white heaven stick of the night. The girl waved towards her friend, and an all smiley teethy afro hair, standing moved while being blocked by the backlight. I just said thanks, and lit my cigarette. Her hair looked like a gloria.

"Wow, thanks." The all teeth girl talked, meaning I said it out loud. Ups.

"It really does." I nodded in abundance, taking a sip.

The girl I first turned to started talking about my dress, her colourful locks bounced while she talked. I said a couple of yes and a few stuff I forgot instantly. Small talk being part of my life working in editorial.

"No way, gurl." Her eyes grew wide. "Woooo."

They looked together, exchanging secret friendship stuff and looked all cheerful. I was about to ask why, but one turned to thug a guy standing a few feet from us. I need to sober up.

"He is here."

"Who?" I asked the same time they got a man a finger from me. Fuck. I need to get rid of my habit of saying randomly yes while pretending to be listening.

"Harry" someone announced, and the officially the world dreamiest pair of eyes looked into my soul. Oh fuck.

"Pardon?" Sounded from above me, the guy was tall. I glanced up and nearby choked on my saliva.

"Did I said it out loud again? Fuck."

"Is she always like this?" Joked a deep orange shirted boy, and the dreamy eyed boy Harry jumped in not leaving me any opportunity to say my over used WHAT?."

Suddenly I forgot to smoke, so I just kept playing with the paper, balancing it on my fingers. The light hit my new mani, Hoan needs a raise, the colour she chose was amazing.

"Earth calling" said Harry.

"What?"

"Please follow." He smiled and I sent an apologising look to my newly made friends I already could not recall. None of them. That stuff we got was something else.