Now I know you're probably thinking, what's the big deal? Well, I don't drink and I'm underage.
She stopped the car. "Hadley, are you completely insane?! What if someone sees us?!" I whisper-shouted. She chuckled. "Isla! Chill! We're just gonna have one drink, maybe make out with someone hot, then go home okay?" Maybe I need a new best friend. "Hadley, I have a boyfriend!"
"He's not going to find out, okay? Come on." She grabbed my hand and off we went.
The music was blaring. It was crowded and I'm clausterphobic. I wanted to go home. This was not going to be fun.
"We'll have the strawberry limeade." Hadley said, confidently. All I could do was look around, like a lost puppy. I clutched onto my small black purse as drunk people bumped into me. It smelt like cigarette smoke and everyone knows I hate that smell.
The bar tender gave us our drinks as Hadley picked it up. She drank the whole glass in one sip. While I poked the limeade resting on the edge, I took a small sip. "Cheers." She whispered. We tapped our glasses together. Simple, but effective.
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"IM YELLING TIMBER YOU BETTER MOVE!" Singing loudly, I couldn't believe it. I was drunk. I was so drunk. I could barely remember a thing. I remember dancing and singing like a complete dork. I was out of mind to do this.
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FanfictionIsla Taylor and Harry Styles have been best friends since like ever. They tell each other everything. But when she gets a boyfriend, Harry's feelings start to change for her. Will he ever tell her how he feels?
