Harry's P.O.V
It's 9:37 PM, London time, I'm walking towards the grand opening of "cooLA", a club that these Americans opened up. They probably think that we're as obsessed with them as they are with us. British flags on their shirts, British flags on bras ......................I know things, Union Jacks on their asses; EVERYWHERE!
You're probably thinking, "Harry, you have a car, why the hell are you walking?"Well 1st off, the club is 5 minutes away and 2nd, the black skinny jeans I found in a corner are too tight and I need to stretch them out before I go dancing. I don't know why they're so tight. They didn't shrink in the wash and I'm pretty sure I didn't gain any weight. Then it hit it me (like the bus hit Regina George) - I accidently put on Louis' jeans that he left at my flat.
NO,NO, not because of that, not like that at all, dirty people.
We were walking from the parking lot to my flat to chill and some asswipe yelled "FAGGOT!" and dumped some dark, sticky liquid shit on Louis, so I offered my shower to him. He was used to people saying shit to him, we all were, but mostly him, so he was okay. Dirty and covered in who knows what, but he was okay.
(4 minutes pass) Okay I'm there. The lit up letters of the club's sign lighten up the neighborhood streets and the sky that would normally be pitch black. Before I walk in I quickly fix my pants. For someone with an ass like Louis', these are some REALLY small pants.
I enter and I hear the DJ playing some weird remix of a mashup of songs I've never heard before in my life. A couple feet to my right I spot a happy, overly hyper, blond boy dancing.
Niall. Most likely drunk. I start walking towards him when someone else catches my eye.
Louis' P.O.V
I entered "cooLA" 10 minutes ago and I should be having fun, but I'm not. Before I went in Eleanor kissed me, grabbed my hand, and dragged me in. You might be thinking " Well if he's not having fun atleast he's with the one he loves". The thing is Eleanor isn't the one I'm in love with, but if only people knew.............................
I can't be happy with Eleanor. Her kisses don't make me feel anything, I feel no spark. When I'm depressed,her voice doesn't lighten me up. I wait all day to get home, but it's not I wish was there waiting for me. When she slightly touches me, I don't feel happiness, I don't feel magic, I feel ............ no spark. Don't get me wrong, Eleanor isn't a bad person, just not the right person for me.
I was going to "get a drink" when I saw a similar face walking towards me. Harry. He walks up to us and says Hi. He gave Eleanor a hug. You could sense the awkwardness from the other side of the club. I got up and hugged him. I felt his strong arms wrapped around me and even though it only lasted for a couple seconds, I felt.......... sparks.
(A/N : Well I'm off to a boring start,but don't worry it'll get better)
