My Heart

1. Going Out

I knew going out that night was a bad idea. Mum and dad had begged me to stay at home, not wanting me to get sick again. For once, I let my friends decide, and allowed myself to go to the club. Arriving there itself made me feel great, and the fact that the crew thought my girls and me were so attractive, he allowed us in the VIP area, made the night even better. I was not of the louder people, and I liked it when others took more space than I did, so I pulled back a little once we blended with a group of boys. I drank a few shots and eventually sat down on one of the bar chairs.

I searched through the room to see if Libby was anywhere to be found, and I ended up locking eyes with one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He was like those fit males that sometimes appeared in my dreams, making them complete. When he blinked at me, almost fainted. What? I smiled in return, not even sure what to do with myself. When he patted the couch next to me, while still looking at me, I pushed myself to getting up and walking over. I tried to look as good as possible, hoping that he would fall for me like all those men in my dreams did.

I ended up falling, right onto his lap! I face palmed myself mentally, and really just wanted to disappear. He laughed at me! I hurried sitting back up, looking away while fixing my hair and dress a little.

"I'm really sorry!" I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks burn red once I looked at him again. Shit, he was even hotter when I came closer.

"How much have you been drinking tonight, babe" he asked giggly, and removed his hand from my arm, that I didn't even notice until he gently pulled it away.

"A few" I replied sweetly, while smiling as if I thought it was funny too. He pretty much thought I was drunk, while I felt like I was completely sober. I knew what it felt like to be drunk, and this was nowhere near it.

"It just means that you fell for me," he said, being  cheesy, and with a good sense of humour. The opposite of what he looked like. A rough type with a great body, loving how he looked.

"Yeah, kind of" I giggled, and turned to him again, when I knew he didn't bother with me totally ruining the first impression.

"Hi, I'm Camila" I introduced myself, surprisingly. I was never the one to speak the first sentence. Maybe those three shots did something to me after all. Anyway, this young boy was holding his hand for me to shake it.

"Calum" he smiled back, moving a tiny little bit closer to me. I was about to freak out again. How was his hands this soft? He was like an angel, coming down to earth on the mission to make a girl like me happy for a night. I couldn't stop smiling as he kept talking.

"I figured you looked a bit lonely over there, and when you looked at me, I couldn't stop staring," he admitted, still holding onto my hand.

"I started feeling uncomfortable when it became this crowdy," I explained to avoid the fact that I was actually feeling a bit lonely, together with my claustrophobia kicking in.

"I thought someone like you would come here to dance with your girlfriend," I stated, wanting to know if he was single or not.

"I definitely would, if I found one fitting my needs" he blinked. WAS THAT A SIGN OR? I had no idea, but my heart skipped a beat. Ouch.

"How about you? Is there a certain someone?" he asked cheeky, making me smile. He didn't look like the sweet gentle man-type at all.