The Mutual opposition

L-O-V-E

Luna's POV

"You're going to have to sit out during dancing if you keep having beer" I tell Louis.

"I'm fine" he insists.

Or just stupid.

The weed is totally messing with his brain.

Whatever.

I'm happy he shaved.

He looks more my age even though he's like five years older than me.

Isn't that illegal in some countries?

We kind of lost everyone else.

Sophia and Liam are dancing over there with Roxanne and Zayn.

But I'm too anxious to be dancing.

Lana Del Rey is in the same room as me.

I'll never forgive myself if I don't converse with her.

I'd totally be lesbian for her even though she's like 12 years older than me.

"Aren't you going to talk to anyone Lou?" I ask.

"Maybe if David Beckham was here."

"What's with you and David Beckham?"

"He's a fucking legend."

"Mhm" I hum.

"You wouldn't understand."

I roll my eyes.

"Who are you looking for anyways love?"

"Lana" I reply.

"Oh I just saw her. You should have said something earlier. I'm going to find Ed and Harry. Come on."

I let him drag me along with him.

I'll stay all night if that's what it takes to see Lana.

And that's when I saw her.

She was a pure goddess, talking to one of the fifth harmony girls.

"I'll meet you over by Harry and Ed" I say before he could acknowledge what I'd just said.

What would I even say to her?

Oh god. 

I don't know why I'm so shy to go up her.

I'm not like Roxanne.

I eventually just suck it up and walk over.

"Hi, I'm Luna Jones" I introduce myself, extending my hand.

"Oh hi, I was just going to look for you" she replies, returning my gesture.

She looks absolutely amazing.

Her eyeshadow is done like Roxanne's, shaded a darker brown at the crease and lighter on her lid, her eyeliner winged out and her lashes thick.

She has the most amazing dark green eyes and her lips look lined and full.

"You were looking for me?" I falter.

She laughs.

"Yes actually. See, I have a lot of unreleased singles I wrote. And I was wondering if you'd like to use any on your new album."

"I'd love to" I reply, shaking a little.

"Great. Can I have your number?"

I type it into her phone.

"I'll get back to you after the party" she promises, "Where are the other two of you?"

"Oh, they're talking to their favorite celebrities. You're kind of mine so.."