Jess and I stood in the bathroom, zipping up each others dresses. We applied thick amounts of eyeliner and mascara. We looked twenty-five.
Searching around in my clutch, I made sure I had everything I needed for a night at the club: Falsies mascara, fake ID, mints, my cell phone and some money for the bar.
We decided to walk there, we knew we would probably be drinking so we planned on taking a cab home. Jessica smiled at me as we left the door, locking it behind us. My heels were nearly six inches high, making me even taller than I already was. My long, tanned legs were freshly shaven, my hair was straightened and pinned back and my makeup and nails were done neatly. After 20 minutes of walking, we made it to the club.
The security guard bought the fake ID and we stepped inside, looking at all the people dancing, laughing and drinking. We walked to the bar where we each ordered a cocktail. "I'll meet up with you later!"Jessica called to me over the throbbing pulse of the music and everybody talking and screaming. I sat down for a minute and finished my drink. Then I realized.
Holy fuck.
Starbucks guy- was beside me. I looked over at him, he smiled back.
"Did I see you earlier?"he asked me. I nodded my head slowly. "I think so. Starbucks?"
He nodded and smiled. "I'm Harry." I smiled back in return. "I'm Emily,"
He gestured towards the bar, pulling out his wallet. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Sure." I said. Harry looked at the bartender and then at the drinks. "Gimme some shots of rum." He said. The bartender nodded and within a minute, we were pounding back shots of it. It tasted like poison, but for some reason I couldn't help but to believe that if Harry wanted me to jump off a bridge with him, I would.
We talked for a while until we heard a loud voice.
"I WANT EVERYBODY ON THE DANCEFLOOR! NO STRAGGLERS!" it said. Harry smiled slyly at me. "Want to dance, love?"he asked. I grinned and walked with him to the dance floor, bumping into several people. We were both pretty buzzed. We ended up finding our bodies pressed together. His hand slid around to my back. We danced for hours. It was very late.
Grinding his hips into mine, Harry grinned at me. He was good at being sexy. He leaned into me, his lips nearly touching my ear. "Come back to my place, love." He whispered. My heart skipped a beat.
"I don't know." I said back. Harry smiled at me, his hand sliding down to my butt.
"Come on, babe. It'll be.. Fun."
I couldn't help but to grin back. I was so drunk. I nodded my head. "Okay." I slurred.
We danced for a bit longer, then decided to leave. Harry drove his car around and picked me up in it, driving to his flat. We didn't even consider that he was drunk driving.
We made it in one piece, though. We got out and made our way to the door, stumbling over a rock. Harry opened the door and let me inside, slapping my butt as I walked in front of him, which made me blush.
I don't really remember what happened after that, only that I woke up wearing an oversized Union Jack tshirt and nothing else. Even my bra was on the floor. Harry was in boxers. It felt like I'd been hit in the head with a sledgehammer. Fuck. Hangovers suck.
Harry woke up after I did, grinning. "Fun last night, babe?" He asked. I smiled.
"I don't remember anything past you slapping my ass." Harry chuckled. "You're pretty wild under the covers, you know."
I smirked. "God-given talent. Ugh. Where's my underwear?" I say, looking around, covering my bottom half with the sheet. Harry pulled a black lace thong from under the blanket. "You mean this?" He said chuckling. I rolled my eyes and snatched it from his hand, getting dressed without being seen. My head throbbed and I felt sick, but Jessica would worry if I wasn't home. Harry smiled at me. Before I was about to leave his bedroom, I heard him. "Forgetting something?"
I turned around to see him holding my wallet. "I need that." I said to him.
He handed me all the money that was in it as well as my passport, drivers license and health card. "If you want to rest, you'll have to meet me. Try tomorrow at seven at the Armaccio.
The Armaccio was a popular Italian restaurant in our town. I sighed and smiled at him. "I thought this was a one-night thing. Drunk sex never leads to anything else." I tease. Harry chuckled. "Want your wallet? Meet me there. Seven o'clock, and wear something pretty."
I smiled at him, not saying another word before I left and took a cab ride back home.
