At the End of the Day...

Chapter 13

I walk into the crowded club wearing a tight skirt with a flowy strapless top and my trademark black ankle boots. 

"Eva! Honey, you look amazing!" Chloe wraps me up in a warm hug. She looks flawless, just as she does in all of her videos. She's wearing an off the shoulder black dress that hugs her curvy figure perfectly, with some chunky heels.

"No way, not compared to you," I reply, pointing to her ensemble. She laughs at that, and orders us two drinks. 

"This," Chloe brings over a handsome guy, "is my friend, Pablo. He's Italian!" He really is good looking. "And this," she brings over a girl who looks strangely familiar, "is Montana! She's a model!" Oh! I know who she is. She won that show Australia's Next Top model back in like, 2011! This is a really small world.

"Hey there," I say to both of them, grabbing my drink from the bar next to us. "Great to meet you!"

"You're really pretty...Eva, was it?" Montana slurs, grabbing hold of my arm. Ok, someone's had a little bit to drink.

"Yeah, I'm Eva, and I should say the same for you! I saw you on Australia's Next Top Model! You were amazing!"

"You think so? Wow, thanks, Eva," Montana smiles at me. "Anyway, hun, gotta fly! Nice to meet you!" And then she's off. 

"She doesn't get to drink a lot, being a model and all," Pablo tells me. Wow, his bone structure really is symmetrical...Say something!

"Yeah, fair enough!" I reply, with a laugh.

"Another drink?" Pablo asks me. This is going to be a great night. I can feel it.

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Ow! Someone bumps into me from behind.

"Sorry," the random man says.

Geez. Ooh. I'm...dizzy!

Haha.

Hahahaha.

Hahahahahahaha.

"You alright?" Chloe asks me. I've just realised that I was standing in the middle of the room that whole time.

"I'm A-OK!" I put my thumbs up, and begin to flow to the beat of the music. Not my type of music, but it will have to do for now. 

I'm a little bit drunk.

No.

Scratch that.

I'm waaaasted.

But I don't care!

Hey! I know what I should do!

I should call Harry! I haven't spoken to him in aaaages. 

Where's my phone?

Right, it's in my hand.

Let's see...where's Harry's contact...

Aha!

He picks up on the third ring. "Eva?"

"Babyyyy!" I slur, and I almost trip over my own feet. I'm not even wearing heels, for christ's sake.

"Someone's a bit tipsy," Harry laughs of the other end of the line. 

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm not...who do you think I am?" I joke drunkenly. 

"Who are you out with? Having a good time?" Harry asks me.

"Such a great time! I'm with Chloe...and Montana...and Pablo...it's fantastic! You should be here!"

"I wish I was with you, baby...who's Pablo?" I can hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Pfftt...jus' this guy I met...and he's Italian!" There's no response on the other end of the line. "Pablo! Come here! Wow, your package is huge!" Pablo is holding a massive cardboard box filled with loads of alcohol. 

"Wanna come to mine and get some of this?" He asks me, motioning to the alcohol in his hands. Then I suddenly realise that I was on the phone with Harry. It's lying on the bench next to me. Harry is probably wondering where I am. I pick up the phone to see that he hung up. That's weird. 

"I think I'm gonna go home, thanks, Pablo, but it was great meeting you!"

"At least get my number so we can catch up again!" He reads out his number to me as I type it into my phone, and then I head home.

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Why am I on the floor?

I'm definitely in my apartment, but I'm in the kitchen. I must have slept on the kitchen once I got home. I'm still in my outfit from last night! Shoes and all! What the hell?! 

I stand up - extra slowly, because my head is throbbing like never before. My phone's on the kitchen bench, so I check the time. WHAT? It's 3 in the afternoon! I got home at only about 12 last night! So I got 15 hours of sleep. Well that's normal...

I decide to take a shower to clean up after last night. As I'm doing so, images of last night come flooding back. It was really fun. Everyone was so nice. I'm sure it would have been fun going to Pablo's, but I was already drunk enough. 

Oh yeah.

I drunk dialed Harry last night. I can't really remember what I said, but I do remember that he hung up on me. That was really strange. Although I did put my phone down, so I guess that's fair enough.

I hop out of the shower after about half an hour - sorry, I love a long shower. 

I walk out of the bathroom in my towel to hear knocking at the door. Subtle knocking. Hey...I know who's knock that is.

That doesn't make any sense. 

I walk over to the door and open it, hugging the towel around me tightly. The light from outside blinds me, so at first I don't notice who it is.

Harry.

How did he get here so quickly? Why is he back? He said he wasn't going to be back for ages...?

"Harry!" I hug him tightly, and he hugs me, but with not as much force. "What are you doing back?"

"Can I come in?" He isn't smiling at me like his usual self. Now I'm scared. I let him in, and then he opens his mouth to speak.

"How could you do that?" He asks me, his face full of emotion.

"Do what?" I ask him. I'm genuinely confused. I have no idea what I did wrong.

"You had sex with that Pablo guy, didn't you?"

What?

What's he talking about?

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