Hey, I Love You

Chapter 1: The Stars

You nod your head in time to the music, but secretly wishing you could escape for this sweaty-adolescence filled room to the confides of your bed and sleep for hours. “Isn’t this great Em?” You pretty, petite blonde friend Sophie says to you. You just smile as she drunkenly dances next to you. It’s funny, even in her heels she isn’t taller than you. After another 10 minutes a dark haired man comes and asks Sophie to dance. She turns, winks at me, and is soon grinding on the dance floor. Using this time alone you scan the room: there are large overhead lights, pumping out multicolour’s, at the front there is a DJ mixing together whatever drivel is in the charts, then at the opposite end was the bar with a range of bottles hanging from the wall. Then you notice a door next to the bar you hadn’t seen before. You look back at Sophie now ‘dancing’ with two other guys and decide that she’ll be fine for the next few minutes. You amble your way to the door and as you approach you see the word ‘Roof’ printed on the door. You push it over and walk up the stairs, already feeling the cool breeze against your long, athletic legs.

You push open the other door, at the top of the stairs, and walk out on to the roof. After walking around several people making out you find a nice spot near the edge of the roof and lean against the railing, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze making your deep auburn hair swirl around your neck and fall to your elbows. You look out over the busy London streets watching as the bright lights dance and shine beneath you. The tall buildings a silhouette against the dark night sky. You turn, leaning your back against the railing and tilt you head up looking at the bright stars above you. “Beautiful isn’t it?” A deep voice beside you says. “Yes, yes it is” you turn to talk to the man beside you but momentarily blinded by the light of the stars you can’t make out a face. After blinking a few times you try again only to see that there’s no one beside you, but a note taped to the railing with a few words written on it: ‘The only thing brighter than the stars were your eyes’ followed by a series of numbers. You smile at the sweet, but slightly cheesy, words and folded the note up and put it in your pocket and made your way back down stairs to the noisy club.