(y/n)'s POV
The music was blasting in this place while people were grinding on sweaty bodies, either drunk or hammered.
You know how people say that the biggest risk is not taking one? Well that's hands down the most irrelevant thing I've ever heard.
Tonight was my first ever time going to a club. And judging by the hour that I've been here, it's not fun at all.
I didn't want to have anything to do with any of the people here. Well except for one person in specific.
The man was tall, short chocolate brown hair, green eyes, and I'm sure would look absolutely handsome in a Gucci suit.
I wanted to go say hi, but being the shy person I am, I've been sitting here for 30 minutes hoping that he would come over here to talk if I stared at him lustfully.
~15 minutes later~
Finally, he was walking over here. All it took was for him to look at me and a wink of my left eye for him to come over like a dog waiting for food.
"Hey." He smirked, feeling the tension in between my legs rise. Gosh, he was so good looking.
"Hi." I smiled, sitting up so I would look more presentable. I didn't want to look like I didn't care, because I obviously did.
"So," he started, "I caught your eye over there. I just had to come over."
"Yeah, I came here alone and I'm not really having that much fun. I guess I was just looking for - attention." I smirked, looking into his eyes.
"Why'd you come alone? It all seems like just a bunch of cheap thrills if you do that, ya goof." He laughed. Gosh, his laugh was mesmerizing.
"Yeah." I laughed.
"Would you like a drink? Or maybe just get out of here, you and me. Just ditch this place." He smiled.
"I'd like to get out of here. But it's your choice." I said.
"Let's get out of here." He said before getting out of the chair, coming over to me and grabbing my hand, us running out of the club.
"Where are we going?" I said, still holding his hand tightly.
"It's a surprise." Was all he said.
He took me down the street, around the corner and to the carnival. It was all lit up and over all the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
"Look, I know I just met you like - 30 minutes ago and I haven't even gotten your name, but you're truly an amazing person. Like you make me feel happier than I've felt in a long ass time."
"The name's (y/n). And what's yours?" I smiled, taking his other hand in mine, the lights reflecting upon our faces.
"Harry." He smirked.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry. Also continue what you were saying, I liked it." I laughed.
"But, girls like you are hard - no - really hard to find these days. I mean, you're honest, don't look like a slut, beautiful. There's just so many things about you that I love."
"That's very sweet of you to say." I smiled, "but where is this going?"
"I was wondering if you.. wanted to be my girlfriend? It's okay if you don't want to I just-"
I kissed him, and I'm glad I did, because if I wouldn't have, things would have gone a whole lot differently than they did.
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