A New Life With You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHApter 10 Clubbing, Fighting and Kissing [??]

Here goes my 10th chapter:

Tonight was the night the gang and I went clubbing. It's not my usual get up, but it's not hard when you try something new. I took a glance at the clock it's 5:30. They'll pick me up at 7, so i'll get ready at 6.

Well it's 6 already, time to get ready.

I took a quick shower and headed out to the closet with a towel wrapped around my petite body.

I looked at my clothes and my mind was going blank. What to wear? What to wear? Hmmmm....

Then I saw this pink dress that is 2 inches below my knees. Figured i'd pair it up with some silver shoes (a/n dress on the side ==>>)

After I put on the dress, I applied light make up on and did my hair in a ponytail. I got my pink purse and paired my outfit with silver earrings.

I was done and at the same time I heard the car horn. I locked my house and went towards the Merecedes Benz. Gee people know how to pick a car.

I saw the girls and they look amazing. Eleanor was wearing black denim shorts with a long-sleeved white top that is a little bit see-through and wearing white shoes. Danielle's wearing a brown laced dress that is 2 inches above her knees and paired it up with with brown shoes. Perrie is wearing a sleeveless pink blouse with a floral skirt with white shoes and Chachi is wearing like a peach colored dress that is really above the knees with a black belt and paired it up with some pink or peach colored shoes. "Hey guys. You look beautiful" I complimented them. "You too. You look beautiful too." I smiled and went to the club. "Hey guys where's Daphne?" I asked knowing Daphne hates wearing dresses. She doesn't like people to see her legs, so she's careful about it.

"Oh she says she'll meet us there. She said she might wanna wear like jeans and shirt, but we told her to look good when we go clubbing" Eleanor said.

"Oh and the boys are already there, so we'll just meet them there" Maybe when we get there, the boys might get drunk and all.

When we entered the club, people started to get drunk and making out and that loud music and some of them started to twerk. I think my ears are gonna explode with the beat of the song. See this is why I don't want to go clubbing. The fact that people get drunk by drinking alcohol and grinding on each other. And also people get crazy in the dance floor. Good thing I don't drink, because my parents will kill me if they've seen me drunk coming home.

We asked Chachi where the boys are. "Hold on I'll text Ian" Then we saw 6 figures who were in a round table almost getting drunk by the taste of alcohol in their mouths. "Wow you look beautiful babe. the deep husky voice behind said. I turned around to face a smirk faced Harry. "Thanks and I'm not your babe for the hundredth time." i sassed.

There were a few 'Heys' and 'Hellos' in the gang. "Soo guys, Vas happenin?" Zayn said. "Vas happenin? don't you mean what's happenin?" they all laughed. why was it something I said? "Vas happenin is Zayn's favorite thing to say all the time. " Haary told me.

"Oh" was all I could say.

Then some of the gang started to drink...except for me. "Liam, your not drinking?" I noticed that Liam hasn't been drinking not one shot down his throat. "Nope" he said popping the 'p'. "I don't drink. Well I drank one time, but it'll never happen again. And besides, do you think i'll let these boys have fun and having a hard time going home? And also we have Paul outside waiting in the car."

"Eleanor didn't I tell you how much i love you" I bet Louis drunk. "Yes Louis. You even mention it when were in bed" Eleanor giggled when her boyfriend's drunk. Louis placed a finger on Eleanor's mouth "Shhh! That was our secret" we laughed and talked for awhile. "Ok guys let's play a game. It's not Truth or Dare, but we have to do it. kind of like a bet." Zayn added. Ok he's drunk. "Then someone or some girl entered the club. She was wearing a light blue dress that is below her knees with a white belt  and wearing light blue stilettos (i'm not sure if its the right spelling).