Lucy's POV
It's 4:30pm so I have two hours to get ready for my date with Nick. I get up off of my couch and head to the bathroom to shower. I strip out of my clothing and step into the shower, the hot water glides down my skin as I wash and condition my hair. After my shower, I blow dry my hair and curl the ends. I do my make up, not much but just enough to make me look nice. I then put on my clothes which includes washed out denim shorts and a black crop top. I was almost finished when my phone buzzes.
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Hey baby," Nicks voice rings through the phone.
"Hey, what's going on?" I say brushing my blonde hair out of my face.
"Look, Lucy I know you really wanted to go out tonight and trust me I do too, but I just got a call from work and I have to go in," he says, my smile dropping as I hear his words. This is the third time he has canceled in the past two weeks.
"Yeah, it's okay," I tell him trying not to let the disappointment show but failing miserably.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he goes on.
"Look, I know okay. We will go out another time," I say before hanging up.
I need to go out tonight. With or without Nick. I quickly change into an outfit that works in the club and take a look in the mirror. I have to admit, I look sexy. I call up my friend Phoebe and tell her to meet me at the club, which she gladly accepts.
When I finally get to the club, I head straight to the bar. Phoebe can't drink due to pills she is taking so she can drive me if I get too drunk. Which will most likely not happen but you never know. After downing three shots, I head out to the dance floor.
I sway my hips to the beat of the booming music and grind on random people. When hands are rested on my hips, I turn around to see a tall man with piercing green eyes and chocolate curls.
To say he was attractive was a understatement.
We danced through a few more songs before he whispered in my ear, "I'm Harry," he says in a low, raspy voice.
"Lucy," I respond.
"How old are you Lucy?" he asks bringing me closer to him.
"I'm twenty," he grins slightly before kissing my neck leaving me love bites all over.
"Wonderful," he mumbles into my ear.
"Do you want to get out of here?" I ask, running my hands down his chest.
"Not today," he mumbles before walking away. Really? That's the second guy to do this me tonight. First Nick and th- Nick! Oh my god I forgot about him completely. And here I was just fooling around with Harry when I have a boyfriend! I'm such a terrible girlfriend.
I walk away to the bathroom trying to get away from all of the sweaty bodies and intoxicated people. When I reach the bathroom, there were more drunks doing things that I will never unsee. There was a girl with dark hair and... Nick? No. He was at work. Right? Nope. That was definitely Nick.
"Work huh," I say as I separate the two of them. His eyes go wide as he sees me standing there.
"Lucy baby, it's not what it looks like," he tells me pushing away the whore he was about to fuck, reaching for my arm.
"Don't fucking touch me you asshole. How long have you been doing this? Days, weeks, months? Is it because I'm not good enough? Well guess what, it's over," I shout, tears welling up in my eyes. I storm out of the bathroom before I get a response, looking for Phoebe so she can drive me home. When I finally find her, she doesn't even question me before taking my hand and running out of the club to see it was pouring rain. We get into the car and I start to sob uncontrollably. 3 years. For three fucking years he told me he loved me. Was that all a lie too? We were almost home when bright lights were speeding towards us.
"PHOEBE!" I shout as the driver crashes into us.
I look around. I'm not hurt. At least it don't feel like it.
"Phoebe?" I say though it's muffled due to the air bag.
"I'm good, what about you?" she tells me.
"Great."
There was a knock on my window and I opened the door, air bags releasing. My eyes widened at the man standing before me.
"Harry?" I gasp.
"Lucy," he says, "I'm really sorry about your car." I take in his angelic voice. He has an accent. British I think.
"It's okay," I say staring deep into his eyes. He was truly the most attractive man I have ever seen, "How about your car?"
"No damage done," he replies coming closer to me.
"Meet me at the small cafe on main tonight at midnight. I'd like to see you again," he says in a hushed tone before striding away. I get back into my car and tell Phoebe to take me home. The car only had slight bumper damage so it was okay to drive.
When I reach my house, I run inside to check the time. 11:26. I had 34 minutes to get to the cafe. I changed out of my drenched clothing and got into something warmer. I made it to the cafe at about 12:05 and saw Harry already standing against the wall.
"Hey," I say walking up to him.
"Hey, um look, I'm sorry about your car, I'll pay for the damage," he explains.
"It's fine. Accidents happen. Besides, nothing more than a bent bumper," I tell him with a smile.
"But that is not why I asked you to come here," he says stepping closer.
"Oh really," I question cheekily.
"mhm," he mumbles nuzzling his face into my neck. My eyes flutter closed as he trails kisses down my neck and then back up.
"I saw what happened in the wash room at the club," he whispered, "I'm sorry, he doesn't deserve you."
I swallow the lump in my throat and hold back tears from the memory. I nod slightly at what he said.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in my ear. My cheeks flushed and he looked up at my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I was leaning in. His lips brushed against mine and fireworks erupted in my stomach. Finally he pressed his lips fully against mine. He twirled me around, pushing me against the wall.
"Come home with me," he mumbles against my lips. I nod and he takes me to his car.
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Hey guys. So I decided to write a fan fiction. I know it's not that good but I'm trying okay. I love to write and honestly I don't even care if people read it. Um anyways, vote comment maybe. err k. ~Alexa ★
