Evie's POV:
"Ok, which one?" I asked my two best friends, Cheyenne and Cayla, who were sitting on my bed. We were getting ready for the party. I had two crop tops in my hands, one was velvet and black and the other one was white and lacy. "The black one," they both said in unision. I threw on my top with my black highwaisted shorts and some black ankle boots, because heels hurt my feet too fucking much. I had my long, dark brown hair curled, and I put on some light concealer and mascara. I didn't need blush because my cheeks were always rosy anyways. "You guys ready?" I turned to Cheyenne and Cayla. "Yeah let's go," Cayla answered.
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"Holy shit this is huge!" Cheyenne said, her eyes filled with excitement, as we pulled up to the biggest club iv'e ever seen in my life. "This is gonna be fucking amazing," I said as we got out of the car. "We look awesome!" Cayla said. She was in some black jeans and a pink crop top with some black pumps on, and Cheyenne was in a black skater dress with some black heels. "Don't I always?" Cheyenne said, doing a little twirl for Cayla and I. "I hope you trip on those high ass heels and fall in the drain," Cayla told her while I laughed at the two of them. "Can we please go?" I gestured to the club, getting impacient.
As soon as we entered, red cups wer being pusched into our faces from all different directions. I grabbed one and immediately downed half of my drink. "Let's go dance," I said. They both agreed and we made our way to the dance floor. We were grinding our hips against eachother and having the best time. "I think Mr. Bad Boy has the hots for you Eve," Cayla said to me. I followed her gaze, and my eyes landed on none other than Harry Styles. I rolled my hips and put one of my hands in the air, the other one pushing my hair back. I glanced over at Harry and saw him biting his lip. I smirked to myself and a boy came up to me. "Do you wanna go outside for a bit?" he asked me. I told the girls I would be back in a little while and went outside with him.
"I'm Zayn, I saw you dancing with your friends, and I have to say, I think you look hot," he said as he pushed me up against the wall. "Look, Zayn, you seem nice but"- "But what?" he pinned my arms against the wall. "I have a boyfriend!" I blurted out. "I'm sure I can show you a better time than him baby," he breathed. I cringed at his nickname for me. "Get off!" I said, making an attempt to push him off. Just as he was about to say something else, he was yanked away from me. "I think she told you to leave," Harry growled as he roughly pushed Zayn back. "Alright mate chill," Zayn said as he ran off.
"Are you ok?" he turned to me. "Yeah, i'm fine, thanks by the way" "No problem". He bit his lip ring and I twisted mine in my fingers. "Is it true that you did it yourself?" he said, referring to my lip ring, industrial piercing, eyebrow piercing and the seven other piercings I have on my ears. "Yup, I did all of them with some ice and a needle," I laughed. "Well then, maybe you can do my eyebrow sometime," he smiled. "Yea"- I picked up my phone. "Where are you?" Cheyenne shouted on the other line. "I'm coming now," I snapped and hung up. "You should go back to your friends," he said. "Um ok, bye," I said and walked away, still thinking of those green eyes.
