The Girl From Last Night

Prologue

The amount of alcohol in my system made it even harder to get around the crowded nightclub. The music was pulsing through the speakers and vibrating the floor. I decided I need some air, so I made my way to the back exit. I opened the door and stepped out into an alleyway and leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, resting my head back; soaking in the fresh air. I heard the door swing open and my eyes shot open and I looked towards the door to see what it was.

A gorgeous girl walked out, with long ruby red hair. She was wearing a tight, laced shirt and very short shorts, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Hello!” I said, standing up straighter. She was clearly surprised that someone was out there as she turned around. Her expression softened when she saw me and she smiled and leaned against the wall a few feet away from me.

“Hi there.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and waited for me to continue speaking. I just stood there staring at her, completely overwhelmed with how pretty she was, not able to choke out anything.

“So uhh what are you doing out here? Why aren’t you inside getting some action?” she said cheekily, laughing a bit. I let out a chuckle and relaxed a little.

“Naah, I needed some fresh air. It can get a bit overwhelming in there.” I replied, and she nodded.

“Well that’s too bad, I was going to ask you to come back in and dance with me. But if it’s too overwhelming…” she said, drawing me in. she turned around and headed to the door.

“It’s not too overwhelming!” I said, quickly joining her. She turned around, leaning against the open door and smiled at me.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely. Shall we?” I said, motioning towards the dance floor. She bit her lip and grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside.

Our bodies moved against each other to the rhythm of the music, the alcohol sinking in and taking over. She turned around and pressed her lips to mine, tangling her hands in my hair. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but that kiss was unlike any other I’ve had. It was passionate yet gentle, something you couldn’t fake. As we pulled away we both smiled, and she reached up and whispered in my ear.

“You wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a bit more… private?”

I smiled and nodded, then placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her out. We began walking down the streets, making small talk.

“You know,” I began, “You never did tell me your name.”

She took a deep breath and looked around, then smiled widely and turned towards me, stopping in her tracks.

“I have an idea!” She beamed.

“And what would that be?”

“Let’s just have fun tonight. Take nothing serious and just do whatever we want. No strings attached.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“No strings attached. Do whatever we want, say whatever we want; no one gets hurt if things don’t work out.”

“Okay, I’m down for that.” I knew I wasn’t really though. There was something about this girl that I liked. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I did know that I wanted things to work out. But if this was my only way of spending time with her, I was going to go with it.

“Sweet!” she said, beginning to walk again. “So I was thinking, we could use fake names. Just for fun, making things seriously not attached.”

I hesitated a bit before answering. “Alright. So what’s your name?”

“Hmm…” she thought about it for a second before her face lit up. “I’m Red!”

“Red? Really? Why that of all names?” I laughed.

“I have red hair, duh!” she giggled. “Okay, what’s your name?”

“I am…” I looked around for a good name. I looked down and saw my shoes and came up with an idea. “I’m Tom.”

“Lovely to meet you Tom!” she laughed. “Now come on!” She grabbed my hand and started running down the street, pulling me along beside her.

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“So you never got her name?” Liam asked as we walked out of Starbucks.

“Nope! That’s what’s terrible; I wouldn’t be able to find her even if I tried. We had this fantastic night together last night, and then when she left she said ‘If fate wants us to be together, we’ll be together.’ What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?”

“Louis, maybe you have to believe in destiny this time.” He replied. “I think that’s what she means. You’ll meet again if you’re meant to be together.”

“Yeah well I think that’s bullshit.” I muttered, turning the corner towards the tube station and stopping in my tracks. “Oh my god…” I said quietly.

“What? What is it?” Liam asked, sounding worried.

“Liam… that’s her.”

“Who?” he looked around, confused.

“That’s the girl from last night.”