When All Else Fails

Chapter 7.

Harry

I ran in the streets until I finally found it. The old street barely used in the morning, but a night club ally at night. I found the opening to the club as I went inside. 

Strippers, prostitutes, people having sex, drunk people, and the smell of alcahol lingered in the atmosphere.

As I pulled myself on one of the bar chairs, I ordered a shot. A girl sat beside me. I glanced at her. Her cat eyes twinkled as her blonde curls fell everywhere down to her chest. She was wearing a black bra and a black mini-skirt. "Hey sexy," she said, resting her hand on my thigh.

The bartender gave me a shot and I swallowed it in a sip before I replied, "Hey."

She stood up and took a step closer to me, her killer heels slapping against the bar floor. I took another shot and another as she did too. Finally, after I took about 8 or 9 shots, she wrapped her arms around my neck. "What's your name, baby?"

"I'm Harry, you?" I said grinning. 

"I'm Ella." 

I felt like all the pain that I had drowned down with my sober state. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers as I wrapped my arms around her waist. She kissed back as I pushed her against a wall. 

Ella

His hands started trailing up my thighs, under my skirt, as they squeezed my bum, making me moan. My hands traveled to the top of his pants.

The next second, we found ourselves in a room on a bed. I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed the hollow place under his ear, finding his weak point. 

"Tiffanyyy," he moaned. 

I backed off him and raised my eyebrows. "Tiffany?"

He opened his eyes and looked completely sobber. "I'm sorry, I have to go." 

He was up and making his way through the crowds in a second, forgetting his shirt. Jealousy, anger, and hurt filled me. 

That 'Tiffany' will pay for making me lose my man.

Tiffany

I was worried about Harry. I was worried about him going to drink, and maybe even sleeping with strangers. For some reason, jealousy filled my thoughts. Why was I jealous? I paced around the room for a minute until I decided to go find him. 

I hurried to the door and opened it, to find a very drunk Harry. He was shirtless and I wondered what happened to his shirt. "Heyyyy Tiffffff." 

He fell into my arms and I tried to make him stand up. "Harry, what happened to your shirt?"

"Myyyy shiiirrrttt? Hahhahahahaha Elllllllaaaaa."

"Harry, your drunk." 

"Elllllaaaaa trieeeedddd tooo sleeeep wwiiiitthhh meeeeeeee, haahhaaaa." 

I froze for a second as I felt jealousy shoot through out me. "Did you Harry?" 

He laughed and stood up facing me as he planted his hands on my waist. "Noo, I weree thinking about you." 

With that, his lips fell on mine as he kissed me passionately. 

The weird thing? I kissed back. 

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