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sixty three

okay...so i've been MIA. i know. my macbook broke and im not getting a new one until the school year begins so im currently writing my chapters on my phone...which SUCKS! but the good thing is that i wrote an ABUNDANCE of draft chapters already on my computer before it broke so i just need to edit them. i just need to figure out how to upload gifs for the chapter image through my phone....

pls forgive me for ghosting :-) i have some DRAMAAAAA written up i can't wait to share!

how have you been? i missed being on here -gi

"You really downed that drink, babe." Lou laughed.

"Mhmm." I winced at the strong taste. "I need it. You were right."

"Addison! Sweet, sweet, Addison!" Harry boasted at me, his greedy, Svedka-filled, hands reaching out for me. "You're here!"

"Hey, Harry." I leaned my cheek on my fist, my voice noticeably distant and cold.

I lazily reached out for his hand and gently twined my fingers with his, feeling my fingers mold against his familiar silver rings. Harry lightly swung our hands side to side.

"This is Macy." Harry introduced his friend, her dark skin glistening under the colored lights. "She's been my best friend for....forever."

"Hi." She smiled at me, a sweet smile that stretched throughout her whole face. "I'm Macy."

"She's helping me with modeling." Harry heavily slurred before sliding into the booth next to me, his muscular shoulder shoved against mine. "She has a contract with Gucci. She says...she says I can model there too."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

The word 'gorgeous' was a complete understatement when describing Harry's beauty, but I had no idea that there was a possibility of him being a big-name model like Sophia.

"Harry, I've always told you that you could be a model." Sophia leaned over the table and glared at Harry. "Remember that one time my agent booked a Saint Laurent shoot for you? And you refused because you're an asshole."

"Shhhhh." Harry shushed Sophia. "It's okay."

Sophia and Macy exchanged looks before bursting out into flashy smiles. Macy slid on the other side of the couch and engaged in an animated conversation with Sophia and Liam about modeling.

"You good?" I rubbed my hand on his knee, catching his attention.

"I'm really glad you're here." I could tell that there was more that he wanted to say, but he slammed his pink lips shut.

"Yeah?"

"I just...really want to go dancing." He finally admitted, his voice sounding as if he'd been wishing to dance for his whole life. "I want to dance with you. Like really, really, badly."

"With me?" I playfully pressed a hand over my melting heart.

"Of course." Harry's adorably swollen lips slipped into a tiny smile, his voice gooey and his thick accent soothing my nerves. "I'd do anything to dance with you right now. Hell, if the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you."

"Mhmm."

"Harry sure has a way with words." Niall sipped his drink, chuckling.

"Will you do me the honors, Montgomery?" Harry stood up from the booth and reached for my hand.

I silently slipped my hand into his large palm, allowing him to assist me as I stood up from the red booth.