Gap / Harry Styles RW

Eleven

Calvin Harris- Feel So Close

I smile as Cam and I take in the scene around us. Green and red fluorescent lights illuminate the room. Bodies fill the dance floor, dancing to the beat of the music.

People sit along the bar, which runs the length of the room. Cam links arms with me, and nods towards a few empty spaces. We squeeze past sweaty bodies, taking in the strong smell of alcohol.

We reach the bar and Cam orders us cocktails. Within moments of sitting down brightly coloured drinks are place in front of us.

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Four drinks down and you could say we were having fun. Cam and I observe the crowd around us. We would somewhat discretely judge the outfits of the women who passed us and feast our eyes on the glorious (and taken) guys.

Cam coughs, "ew, that dress.. With those shoes?"

"Cam!" I exclaim.

"What?" She retorts, "I'm the bitchy kind of drunk.

"I can tell," I laugh and she slaps me playfully on the shoulder.

"Mhm what about him?" I ask Cam, turning my head slightly to watch a tall blonde guy entering the club.

"Not bad," she replies, "I'd say an eight out of ten!" Cam giggles, turning back around to face the bartender.

"Can we have tequila pleaseeee," she smiles.

"Is that a good idea Cam?" I ask
cautiously. I actually wanted to remember this night.

She cups her hand around her ear, struggling to hear me over the loud music.

I raise my voice, moving closer to her.
"Is that a good idea?"

"Of course!" She laughs as the man pours the shots.

"You first," she smiles.

I glance at the glass apprehensively. God I was gunna regret this. Come on Kat, your at a club, your 19 and in another country. What could go wrong?

Thoughts of drink spiking, unconsciousness and abuse swirl around in my mind.
Don't think of that Kat. You will be fine, your with Cam.

Without another thought I raise the glass to my lips and down the liquid. It burns as it goes down my throat.
"Wooooo Kat!" Cam squeals, holding her slender arm in the air as she downs her tequila.

She high fives at me and I laugh hysterically for no reason in particular.

"Hey Mr eight out of ten is coming this way," I giggle, elbowing Cam in the ribs.

"Shhhh!" She practically shouts, "act natural!"

I flip my hair over my shoulder as he approaches. Too sassy?

"Hey ladies" he talks smoothly, he turns to Cam.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Cam, and yours?" She replies, a huge smile appearing on her face.

"Ethan, want to dance?"

I frown slightly at the idea of being left alone. Would I be safe? I scanned the area for anyone that looked remotely familiar. I recognised nobody. I could do this, I would be ok. I didn't want to spoil Cam's night. Despite my attempt at positive thinking, there was still a part of me that didn't want to be left by myself here.

I look towards Cam, she looks ready to accept Ethan's offer when she speaks, "I'm sorry," she smiles. "I'd love to, but I don't want to leave my friend alone,"