--Emily's P.O.V.--
**The After Party**
We pulled up outside the venue in the limo, when I climbed out, Brandon, who was behind me, gave my bum a quick tap.
I rolled my eyes at him, intertwining our fingers.
The others were already inside, so we speed walked over to the door.
The bouncer let us in, seeing as though we had our names written on the list.
I might as well explain what we were all wearing, right?
Well, I was wearing a white skin tight dress, falling to mid-thigh which brought out all of my curves in the right places (Bonus) and a pair of white high heels.
Lottie was wearing a red dress, which flowed out from the waist downwards (the dress was only knee length) and a matching pair of red heels.
Louise had a blue dress on (trust Louise) which was a bit longer than Lottie's but was shorter at the front than the back, also wearing matching heels.
The guys were all wearing suits and ties, with shoes men wear for formal parties.
They looked so grown up!
As we walked into the club, we came face to face with none other than Harry Styles, from One Direction.
"Hey." Brandon greeted him.
"Hello, you were the VIP's right?" Harry asked, in a rather random voice.
"Are you drunk?" I suddenly blurted.
Harry's attention was now focused on me, scanning my body as though he was one of the machines in the shops, scanning the prices of items.
"I'm not drunk." Harry said calmly, yet loudly so he could be heard over the music.
"I find that hard to believe." I scoffed.
"Feisty... I like it." He winked.
"Lets go and get a drink, babe." Brandon whispered in my ear.
"We're getting drinks now." I told Harry.
"I'll join you." Harry replied.
Brandon grabbed my hand probably making sure Harry knew that I was taken.
I did love having two boys who I love fighting over me.
--Brandon's P.O.V.--
Way to go!!
I didn't want Harry near my girlfriend, not when he was flirting like that.
"What's up, you look pissed at something?" Kyle asked.
I nodded towards Harry and Emily who were now laughing and chatting as if they've known each other for life.
"Hm.. I know how you feel. Lottie's chatting with Niall, over there. Joey hates Louis." Kyle replied.
"I'm gonna go stop Harry and his flirty self before he ends up snogging my girlfriend." I told Kyle.
"I think Harry's one step ahead of you." Kyle said, I quickly spun around.
He was right, Emily was trying to back away, but Styles had her trapped against the bar and indeed they were kissing.
Or he was kissing Emily.
Strutting towards them, I grabbed Harry and dragged him away from her.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing? That's MY girlfriend you were just trying to make out with." I yelled at him.
"Maybe she's better off with me since you're not doing a very good job of protecting her." Harry bit back.
"Emily wouldn't." I spat.
"Why don't you let Emily decide for herself?" Harry suggested.
Turning to face Emily, I heard her say, "I choose Brandon, I love him, sorry Harry."
My reaction on the outside:
"There, now leave us alone."
My reaction on the inside:
"Woop woop, SHE'S MINE FOREVER STYLES!!!"
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So this was written by @forever_young1253
