avery → h.s

part twenty eight

I've never been to a club before. Call me a goody goody, but I've never been to a club before. I know for a fact that I'm eighteen and soon enough I will come to this place someday somehow. Especially when I'm about to enter college. Sure I did drink alcohol for the first time ever that night with Harry, Clara, and Nate who got super drunk I might add. Only this time is different.

Here I am standing in front of Red Sail, one of the biggest clubs in town that doesn't require us to bring our fake IDs because the places' security kind of sucks. I keep tugging on the end of Nate's shirt, begging him to go back to his car and turn the the fuck around to my house because honestly I'm so not prepared for this.

I can only imagine the worst things that could possibly happen tonight. I get in, get drunk, having major hangover tomorrow or even worse, meet a pervert guy and wake up naked with only white sheets covering my body...

I shudder. Too painful to think about.

"Can we go?"

"No grumpy. Clara is here since her hookup boy friend's car is parked less than two meters from ours."

He turns to me for a second and I think that's when he notice that I'm panicking right now. He takes my hands away from his shirt and cup my face in his hands gently. "You have nothing to worry about grumpy all you have to do is hold onto my hand and never let go of it until I told you to. I'll never let anyone hurt you okay?"

For a second there it looked like we were having a moment where I just stare at his eyes that twinkling and I can already sense the certainty on his brown eyes. I nodded meekly at him, and his left hand entertwined with mine.

The club itself just like what I imagined it would be. Only the amount people are much much worse. The guard let us pass, and through the curtain there's the damned dance floor filled with the typical drunks who shut their eyes and hands in the air, following the rhythm. On our right side there's the bar that's very spacious. Even there are three bartender in there, lining up while playing bottles in their hands.

I can't see much, since there are a lot of people with unaffordable height, so I just focus on Nate's figure in front of me. He's looking at everywhere, trying to find some signs for Clara but I can tell from his sullen expression he can't find her.

We manage to push aside all those drunks in the dance floor and now walking to the second floor. He said the second floor let us view the entire club. I only nod my head yes and keep my lips shut because seriously, this place is massive. It's almost impossible to find a certain girl with blond hair.

I feel hands on my waist grabbing me forcefully, loosing my grip with Nate. He noticed and pull my arms along with him. Turns out there's a man with a beer in his hand who looked super drunk and scrutinizing me up and down.

"Hello babygirl."

Despite my anxiousness to the crowds I almost choke out a laugh at that man's attempt to hit on me. I'm practically half his age, what does he expect from me? He has this stupid grin on his face I found it very comical to see.

"Sir I appreciate your attempt but don't you think you should've pick someone better than a girl wearing sweatshirt and legging to a club?"

He's drunk as a skunk, maybe he just saw me wearing a stripper dress.

"C'mon Ave he's not worth our time. You okay right?" Nate chides in before the man could say anything. He slipped his hand in mine again, and now he's holding it tight. Clearly he doesn't found it fond with the fact that old dudes turns out finds me attractive.

We find an empty seat and immediately he sits me down. "Shit. This place is massive."

"Are you tired?"