MINE

Chapter 28

Camilla's POV
I push my way through drunken fools, clutching my phone tightly in my hands. The party lights illuminate the area, making it more alive.

"You want a drink?" Ellie whispered next to me but I shook my head.

"What?" Her eyes widened, "You are in a club for god's sake!"

Dramatic psychopaths...

"So what?" I asked, sitting down, "Being in a club doesn't mean that I need to have that stupid alcohol in my system."

"Oh yes, being in a club does mean you need to have that stupid alcohol in your little system." George protested, mocking me. I scowled at him and shook my head.

"No." As soon as I said that, he passed me a drink from one of his hands, drowning another one from the other hand.

"Go away George!" I shoved him aside and gave my back to him. I swear that guy can be so annoying sometimes.

"Have it." He insisted and I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me.

"Forget it. Just give it to me." I heard Ellie say. I turned back again to face them, which was perhaps the biggest mistake of today...

.

Another swig of beer drained into my body and I giggled idiotically.

"Who told you to have so much alcohol in your system when your a lightweight?" George whispered.

"You!" I pointed out and giggled while he just groaned. I looked around but didn't spot Ellie anywhere. Where was she?

"Can we dance?" I asked all of a sudden.

"No way." George protested.

"You don't have a choice." I took his hand and dragged him towards the dance floor.

"I hate this." He complained.

"Your problem." I said and started dancing to the beats.

"Come on." I encouraged him.

"Nope."

"Hey Camilla." A voice dully greeted from behind me and I turned around to see a very familiar face. I couldn't really tell who he was, my mind was fuzzy, refusing to function properly. But I knew I had seen him somewhere...

"Um...who are you?" I asked, setting my hands on my hips.

"You don't recognise me?" He questions back, faking a painful expression.

"No, well, I don't. Please enlighten me." I said, confidently. Usually, in these situations, I wouldn't have had a wall of confidence protecting me, but after getting so drunk, this wall was automatically built.

"I'm the one you had your first kiss with." He winked at me and I scowled. What the hell?

"No, I didn't...." I trailed off, when his identity finally struck my mind. I couldn't believe he was here. Damn it...

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Harry's POV
"Have this." Lucy said, passing me a drink. I shook my head, politely refusing it. I didn't want to have a drink tonight, I just wasn't in the mood.

Music blasted through every corner and the dance floor shook with people scattered everywhere. I sighed and my eyes darted back to my phone. I was scrolling through Instagram, probably something I shouldn't have done.

My hands stopped their movements when I came across a post. From Camilla. She posted a selfie of herself. My eyes scanned her perfect face until what seemed like ages.