Laura Marano, a typical, fun-loving, teenage girl, is always focused and never did anyone distract her, that is until Bad Boy Ross Lynch moves into town. Will she forget about him and continue being herself, or will curiosity get the better of her.
"He doesn't care about you anymore" Raini sings dragging out the "re" sound. I'm on FaceTime to her and it's 2 am in the morning, but this is usually our Friday night routine. I just shrug. I chose not to get upset over this anymore, but it still hurts.
"Kay, Kay" I sigh.
"Girl, Carries odd with me because she asked to FaceTime and I said no since I'm on FaceTime with you" She laughed. I roll my eyes. "O. M. G. I lost a streak, what the fuck, I only have 156 now" Raini pouts, making my jaw drop.
"That's not fair! I only have 9!" She laughed.
"Laugh my ass off, you barely have any" Raini mocked, making me roll my eyes.
"At least I don't say 'laugh my ass off'" I retort. "That's text language honey". She doesn't reply. She's most likely doing shoutouts and 'date or pass' on snapchat with random boys that I don't know. I sigh. "Well I'm gonna go" I announce. She takes a minute to reply, but replies with a simple 'Kay'. She probably doesn't even know what I said, too absorbed in her phone to pay attention to me. I sigh. Yet again. And hang up.
Later on, I get a text from Raini saying that we're going to a party tomorrow night to get my mind off him. Yes, him. I ain't saying that bitches name.
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As the girls and I pull up to the club the next day, Carrie gives us our fake ID's she made for us and I gladly except it. Before I would've declined it and complained to how bad of an idea this was. But now, I honestly couldn't give a flying fuck. Hannah didn't bother coming, since she had homework to catch up on.
"ID's please" The security guard asked as we walked up to the front door. I proudly showed off mine because tonight, I'm 21. The tall man eyed me up and down, as I stood in front of him. I blushed slightly. "You look hot, baby girl" He whispered to me, as I walked past. I gulped. I guess my outfit is pretty hot.
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(Laura's outfit)
I smirked, while walking into the club sassily. No doubt that guy was starring at my ass, as I did so. Tonight was going to be fun.
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(No ones POV)
Laura was steamed as fuck right now. She was dancing around, grinding against guys and making out with everyone that was willing to. Yes, she made out with more then just guys. She was mad drunk.
The other two weren't so bad. They were controlled at least. Laur wasn't, but she couldn't care less. The others found it amusing. They never saw their friend in this situation and decided to not do anything about it, since they will probably never see her like this again.
"Hey beautiful" A husky voice whispered into Laura's ear from behind, as she was leaned over the bar counter, ordering another drink. He put his hands on her hips and she giggled.
"Hey handsome" She giggled, leaning back into his touch. "Wanna drink?" She offered.
"Sure it's on me" He said. She was too drunk to decline so she nodded her little head, that was starting to hurt. The man put two drinks on the counter and Laura grabbed them, while the mystery boy paid for them. She turned around and faced a brunette lad with hazel eyes and handed him his drink. "Thanks. The names Andrew" He smirked. Laura smirked back.
"Laura" She introduced herself and they clicked their glasses together, in greeting before drinking the burning liquor down their now dried throats.
They were talking for a while and somehow Laura grew fond of this Andrew guy. Every now and then, they would make out or touch each other in some sexual way but honestly, no matter how hard Laura tried, it never turned her on, or felt right to her.
"Come with me, baby girl" Andrew all of a sudden says. He stands up and holds out his hand so Laura could take it. The alcohol takes over, making her grab his hand and walk to where he's bringing her. He takes her outside to this alleyway. She looks around confusingly and turns back to a hungry Andrew. Eyes full of pure lust.
(Laura's POV)
Suddenly I felt my back hit the cold, brick wall and lips forcefully on mine. I tried to pull him off me, but he had my hands pinned to my sides. He starts to force his tongue inside my mouth and I try screaming, but it's muffled. So this is going to be how I lose my virginity? I question myself, as I fight the tears threatening to fall. He grabs my ass, making me squeak, but not out of pleasure.
"Hey" I hear a deep voice call. "Leave her go" He demands. He has a really deep voice and talks really slow. He also has a British accent. Cheshire maybe?
Andrew let's go of me and turns around. He looks at the guy who interrupted his actions and growls. He turned back to me. "So you had a boyfriend?" He questions, with a cold stare. "Fucking slut" He comments before storming off. I fall to the ground and let a tear slip. I'm starting to sober up, which is good.
"Hey" The boy that basically saved me says. I almost forgot he was there. "Are you okay?" He asks bending down so that he's in front of me. I nod, getting up and dusting myself off.
"Yeah, I'm fine" I assure him. "Thanks for that".
"No problem" He smiles. "You don't look over 21" He laughs. I look at him, confused. He clears his throat. "You're at an over 21's night club" He chuckles, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Oh right, sorry" I mumble. "I'm not, my friend made me a fake ID" I confess. He laughs. "My names Laura, by the way" I hold out my hand for him to shake.
"Harry" He says and shakes my hand.
That night, I guess I still had a bit of alcohol left in my system because I let Harry -who's a complete stranger- drive me home. We exchanged numbers and he left. Maybe meeting Harry might be a good thing?
+++ CRAP ending but oh whale.
And yes, I added Harry Styles to this book. Ofc I had to... I mean it's HARRY FUCKING STYLES
And sorry for not updating in ages! I had stuff going on :/
