The Photographer ||j.b.||

Chapter 3

Justin

I drove to my favorite nightclub in Los Angeles which is a place we actually used to go with the guys almost every night when I wasn't on tour so it's good to go back there. The moment we left the car all I could see was the hundreds of flashes from the cameras around me making me almost blind, but that moment I couldn't care less, I was out to have fun. After what happened last year I need to chill and stop thinking about bùllshit, so what if they try to knock me or get anything out of me, I'll just keep doing what I want.

We walked inside and the music was so loud that I couldn't even hear myself and to be honest I liked it. We walked to our table at the VIP section and sat down on the white leather couch as a waitress dressed in a pair of leather high waisted super short shorts and a black lacy bralette thing with straps along with insanely high black pumps approached us to take our order.

"Hey guys! How you've been doing I haven't seen you in so long." She said while smiling to all of us because to be honest it wasn't our first time there probably the millionth.

"We've been out of town." Jack said smiling and smirked happily.

"Okay so what do you guys having tonight? Your usual or?" She smiled wide at all of us while everything she was doing was coming out more effusive that what I like.

"The usual Mandy, but bring us a bottle of Jack's too." I answered as she left then came back with three glasses and an ashtray placing them on the small table.

"Your drinks are coming." She said and a few minutes later she came back with our drinks.

"Do you want me to bring you something else?" She asked coming closer to me.

"We're fine." Harry told her to leave his way saving me from a slùt that I was too kind to tell her to leave.

We sat there looking at the people having fun and drinking in the club all around us as we were having our drinks too. A few hours later I was almost drunk, but still in a good state even though I was finally relaxing. There were a few times that some girls came by sitting with us and we were just dancing and drinking as most of them are 'good' friends or just acquaintances. The time passed quickly while we were all having the time of our lives and now it was half past three in the morning and the things were turning pretty crazy by the minute.

"Yo bro! Try this!" A friend that we have found in the club told me passing me a joint.

"I don't want it." I said back and looked away trying to stay in line and not go back to my old habits.

"Don't be such a chicken Jus! Just try it and if you don't like it you pass it back and that's all." He laughed and tinted it to my place, but for real weed was the last thing I needed that moment or any moment in my life anymore.

"What don't you understand? Just take this shit away from me!" I yelled and after paying for the drinks I walked out with Harry and Jack following not really getting what happened yet, but still following me because I'm the one who drove them. I turned on the engine to my car and headed home from the club quickly.

"Justin you're drunk you can't drive." Jack murmured while we were at the central road and I was trying hard to focus.

"Just shut the fùck up Jack! He's fùcking annoying who even invited that bastard with us? I have told to everyone that I don't want any drugs or anything! But of course he can't  understand when did he either way? Damn him! I wanna punch that motherfùcker!" I yelled punching the steering wheel.

"Justin calm down or we'll end up in the fùcking hospital for God's sake! Stop the car on the side of the road because I'm not dying tonight!" Harry yelled too and I pressed the brake harshly without letting anyone realize what happened.