*i found this on tumblr. This was a requested imagine so i only changed the names, to fake ones, but this imagine IS NOT mine, i found it on tumblr, all the credits of these imagines goes to their own writers*
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I sip on my strong alcoholic mix as Kate finishes the final touches on my hair, she sends me a smirk through the reflection of the mirror before breaking the calm silence.
“There. You look fucking hot; Josh is one unlucky fuck for letting you go.” Kate says as she puts all her equipment away and I walk over to our wireless stereo turning the music on and playing Zayn Like I Would on full blast. Allie and James come through the door and begin to twerk vigorously, Kate and I begin to laugh at their horrible dancing before greeting them with tight hugs all round.
“Oh, it is so good to see you. James, I honestly hate the sight of your beautiful mug. Makes me sick to be honest.” I say to James as I give him and Allie shots of vodka to consume.
“Love you too.” James responds before giving me a kiss on my temple, downing his shot with one burning gulp. We begin to catch up with one another discussing James’ management company he has launched for new and upcoming musicians, Kate has just got an editorial position at Glamour and Allie has opened her photography studio right in the heart of London and has booked a major shoot for a feature film.
“Wow who’d have thought it, two years after graduating we’d all be achieving our dreams, it’s crazy, right?!” Allie says as the alcohol seeps into our bloodstreams making us extremely tipsy.
“Radical” James replies before giggling and checking his phone as it chimes in his pocket, notifying him of an instant message. He smirks at the screen before placing his phone back into his tight skinny Jeans pocket. “Oohh James, booty call? Who’s the unlucky fuck?” I tease and James sticks his middle finger up at me before leaping off his seat pulling us all up with him.
“We’re going out, my mate Bradley has a popping Club up in Soho and he’s offered us a table and first four drinks are free.” James says in excitement we all agree to head to the club as it was better than paying ridiculous prices for a drop of alcohol and a full glass of mixer at an average bar. We all jump into our Uber and head over to the club, as we arrive I see the line going all the way to the other side of the block, Kate groans in frustration at the size of the queue and Allie begins to laugh.
“There is no way we’re getting in, look at the amount of people that are queuing.” Kate says unamused with the assumption that we have just made a wasted trip all the way to Soho for no reason. “I told you the owner is a friend; we’re jumping the line. Now unknot your knickers from your arse and let’s get fucking wasted.” James jumps out of the car and we follow on walking over to the front of the line and James greets the doorman with a handshake and we’re all let inside.
We cheer in excitement as we drop our belongings in the club’s cloakroom and head over to the bar, where drinks are pouring and drunk people yell for more alcohol. As I look around I notice a gorgeous boy with a curly man-bun and a biker leather jacket walking towards us, James calls out a name and it hits me what this attractive stranger is James’ friend who owns this club.
“Bradley Simpson, good to see you!”
“James, my man. How’s it going dude?”
“Great, Brad, I wanna introduce you to some of my closest friends. This is Allison, Kate and finally the worst for last Y/L/N.”
“Just call me Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Brad.” I say as I reach my hand out for him to shake, Brad grabs hold of my hand before bringing up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on it, goosebumps rise on my skin at the contact of his soft pink lips. I retract my hand and gaze into his beautiful chocolate eyes before the sound of his voice snaps me out of my trace.
