𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 (REWRITING)

SEVEN

 I swipe my favorite gloss over my lips one more time before looking at myself in the mirror.

I'm not even sure why I'm so nervous about tonight, we're just two old friends going out for a drink, right?

I decide that it's finally time to leave the bathroom and talk to Harry about what the plans are. 

With one last deep breath, I open the door and step outside.

Harry glances up at me and I see his mouth part open slightly. 

I only give him a small smile before turning my gaze to my suitcase, making sure I keep everything organized.

"You look amazing, Emery." He says.

"Thank you, you look even more handsome than you normally do." I respond. 

He laughs at my response. 

"So where are we going exactly?" I question.

"Just a club that I always go to whenever I'm in town." He says while shrugging his shoulders. 

I only nod my head in response.

He then slips his shoes on and looks at me, which is my queue to put my shoes on as well. 

I then put some red heels on to go along with the little black dress that I'm wearing and I grab my purse before heading out the door with him.

....

I was anxious to say the least. 

I knew this was a place where a lot of famous people went to so I was almost positive there would be paparazzi here whenever we arrived. 

I didn't care to be seen with Harry but I felt like it was unnecessary, considering people would start talking and quite frankly I didn't want to be seen as his new mystery girl. 

As we get out of the car, I can already see the flashing lights at the front of the building. 

Harry looks over to me and sees the fear in my eyes and I feel him grab my hand and squeeze it before saying, 

"We'll be alright."

He then lets go, which makes me more upset than it should. 

We then walk around to the front of the building and I feel my breathing rapidly pick up. 

I feel like I'm on the borderline of having a panic attack, I'm freaking out. 

There's a million lights flashing at us and people screaming so loudly at Harry, trying to get his attention.

I feel like I could get lost in the crowd and he wouldn't even realize. 

I keep my head down while I follow him inside but it feels like we're stuck in a maze, there's no where to go.

Harry comes to an abrupt stop and I bump into him. 

"Ope, sorry." I mumble so low that I was sure he didn't even hear me. He then takes a step back, making himself stand next to me and I feel him place a hand on my lower back.

He pulls me in to him and wraps the arm around me tightly. 

I feel as if I'm in a daze as all of this is happening because next thing I know, Harry is talking to the bouncer and then we're in. 

We're escorted into what I assume is the VIP lounge.

Everyone who is in here with us looks extremely wealthy, they look just like Harry. 

We take a seat and I start to feel somewhat better. 

"What would you like to drink?" Harry asks me.