famous // phan au

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My heart races as I dance to the loud music in the nightclub, with my body rubbing against all the other, equally sweaty, bodies. I'm not here with anyone, but I plan to leave with someone. The only reason I come to these places is to hook up.

I make my way off the dance floor and towards the bar once the song ends. Running a hand through my curly brown hair, I hop up onto a bar stool, scanning the crowd for possible people to take home. Guy in a football jersey? Too straight. Girl in a tight blue dress? Not really what I want tonight. That's when I spot him, black hair pushed back, lip piercing, floral tattoos, pretty muscular, he basically screams 'I'm bi'.

He seems to be by himself, but I decide to wait until he looks at me to make my move, even though I want to go over to him. Eventually he spots me from across the room, and I smile sweetly, biting my finger seductively and looking him up and down. He raises his eyebrows slightly before walking over to me.

"Hey", he says stopping in front of me, "It's Dan, right?"

"Uh huh", I say, patting the seat besides me.

"Big fan", he says as he sits down.

"Of course you are", I say with a smirk, turning towards him in my chair. "So are you gonna buy me a drink?"

"It'd be rude not to, I'm Mason by the way"

I rest my head on my hand as he orders our drinks.

"Here you go", he says, sliding some kind of brightly coloured liquid, with a cherry in it, towards me. I pick it up and down a couple mouthfuls, keen for this part of the evening to be over so we can leave.

Mason talks to me about something as we sip our drinks, I'm not really sure what though, I'm barely listening. After a while it seems like he asked me a question, so I nod with a smile, hoping that was the right answer. I figure it was, because he keeps talking. I pick up the cherry from my drink and suck gently on it, keeping eye contact. That stopped him talking.

"Wanna get out of here?" He says eventually, biting his lip.

"Thought you'd never ask"

He takes my hand and leads me out of the bar, I can feel the gaze of onlookers behind me, judging me probably, but I'm used to it. I keep my head down and ignore them as best I can. We eventually make it out, and Mason starts to walk in, what seems to be, the direction of his car, but I stop him before he can get too far.

"You're not driving".

"Why not?", He asks kinda defensively.

"Ok, 1, you're drunk and I don't want to die, 2, I've got a car with a driver. "

He stops to think for a moment before giving in and following me to my car.

His eyes widen as we reach my car, which for tonight, is a shiny black limousine. What can I say? I like to ride in style.

I open the door, before taking Mason's hand and dragging him into the back of the car, onto the plush white seats. As soon as he gets in I jump onto his lap, pressing my lips to his as I feel his hands on my thighs. His fingertips glide under the hem of my shorts and I pull away quickly to mumble a quiet 'not yet', before reattaching myself to his lips. We stay locked in that position until we get to my house, a sizable mansion in the outer reaches of LA.

We separate ourselves from each other just in time for the door to open for us. I glance at the valet's face as we hop out, he's trying to look emotionless but I know he despises me. Trying not to think about him too much, I hook my arm onto Mason's and stumble up to the front door.

//

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, maybe because of the alcohol, or maybe because of how fast everything seemed to happen. Either way, I don't remember much.

I wake up to the sound of someone rummaging in my bedside drawers. I rub my tired eyes before opening them, to see Mason. It doesn't take him long to realise I'm awake. He turns quickly towards me, shutting the drawer he was looking in and smiling at me as if I didn't see anything.

"Morning Danny", he says with a smirk.

"Morning", I say through my pounding headache. "It's Mason, right? I'll get someone to drive you home"

"I thought we could go get breakfast", He says quickly, stopping me as I go to pick up my phone.

"I can't, sorry"

"Why? Cause you're a celebrity and I'm not?"

"You don't know my life ok, i'm busy"

"You know what Howell? You're not as good as you think you are, you're not even that hot. I only fucked you because you're famous."

"Classy", I say coldly, trying not to let his words affect me. "I'm calling security".

"Classy? Says the boy who goes home with a different person every night"

"Fuck you"

"Sorry baby, you already did"

"Listen, I know what they say about me okay? I know that everyone thinks i'm a fucking slut.", I say quite loudly as I stand up, trying to ignore the tears threatening to fall. "I know all the rumours, and yeah lots of them are true, but I've been painted as this, this monster, for long enough that even I'm starting to believe it"

Mason doesn't say anything else, he just stands there in presumed shock. I think it's that silence that makes me break down in tears, the remaining makeup from last night streaming down my face. I sit back down on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest as I sob loudly.

"Are you okay?", Mason says sheepishly after a little while, standing awkwardly on the other side of the room as I bawl my eyes out.

"Does it look like I'm okay?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Please".

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what's this ? ella's capable of writing a long chapter ? with over a thousand words ???