"You, with your words like knifes and swords and weapons that you use against me." -Mean
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H A R R Y
I drove back to my house.
Ugh. Now I have to change since Luke asked me to go to the club with him.
So, I decided to go with a simple white shirt and my black jeans.
This is what I always wear when I wasnt working. Hardly.
I then took my phone then headed out.
To: Luke
Which club?
From: Luke
The Nightlife club. Where we always go to :)
I chuckled at him then entered my car as I went down to the parking lot of my apartment.
It was quite a far place from my apartment. Like a 5 min drive.
So I have decided to put some music on from the radio.
The song that went up was Temporary Fix by some boy band.
(a/n: Little do you know Harold ;))) )
I must admit, its quite the song. Its, sensual.
I drove down the street and took a left turn.
A while later, I was here.
I parked my car and took my phone with me as I entered.
As soon as the door opened, I could hear the music blasting from the speakers ever so loudly.
I was never the person who always goes to this place. But when I did, I gurantee you, Luke just dragged me there to have a 'good time'. But I dont, always. He knows that.
I searched for Luke and found hum with his girlfriend Arzaylea.
I dont want to be judgemental or anything. But that girl needs to take a chill pill.
Every. Single. Time. She is throwing herself to Luke. She seems so clingy.
Even in social media. Oh dear, dont even get me started there.
I dont even know how Luke puts up with her.
Well, I can only keep this to myself. Its their life, not mine.
"Hey guys!" I said trying my best to sound excited or ectastic.
I'm the worst liar in the whole world.
"Hey Harry." Arzaylea said batting her eyelashes.
"Hey Harold. You actually came." Luke said clearly tipsy. Already.
I sat down and gulped down a drink as he said that.
"Yeah cause I have to." I whispered to myself.
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