Felicia ~
"So what do you think about London?" the curly haired boy asked. Or screamed, because the music was too loud.
"I love it!" I shoutedd back and he smiled. I looked around the club after my friends, but I couldn't see them.
Me and my two best friends were in London over the summer, for shopping and partying. Kind of. We were hoping to get a job and stay, but none of us had.
The boy came closer to me. "What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't." I laughed at his disappointed face.
"I'm Felicia." I shook his hand. His hand was big and warm, a bit sweaty, but it was really hot in there.
"Harry. Wanna go outside?" he asked with a gesture at the door and I nodded.
He grabbed my hand and pushed people aside to come through. When we came outside I took a deep breath and waved my hands in front of my face.
"It's so hot!" I said and he just nodded, it seemed like he couldn't keep his eyes from me. I flipped my hair from my shoulders and smiled seducively at him, decided to do my best. The boy was incredibly hot.
"So, Felicia, where are you from?" Harry asked after a while. I giggled, I was drunk, and so was he, but obviously not enough to be cool around girls.
"Sweden." I gave him a cheeky smile and he blushed.
"Oh, really? I-"
I interrupted him. "Harry, wanna go to my hotel room?" I grabbed his curls to pull his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath.
"I want you." I whispered in his ear and laid my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes before I pressed my lips quickly against his.
"Um.. Yeah, let's go."
I giggled again at this cute boy and took his hand to show him my room. Or my bed, to be exact.
