Gravity| h.s

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Release date: 8th July 2014.

“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” The bouncer says, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stares down at the guy in ripped jeans and denim like something out of an ACDC music video and shakes his shaved head. “ If you think for one minute that you’re getting in there tonight, Styles, then you’ve got another thing coming to you.” He growls, showing dominant fierceness that I,  Ella Watson, would back down to immediately.

The fifty or so young adults in line outside Finley’s Bar lean forward to eavesdrop. It is a long wait to get into the all-ages bar, especially on a Friday, and not much  generally happens in line. The bouncers are fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looks like they are going to start trouble. I, being the intrusive person that I was line in, along with my best friend, Bianca Payne, hoping for some excitement.

“Aw, come on, Phil.” A smouldering hot  British accent wafers from his tongue as he smiles a charming, boyish smile. “ I’m only here to play with my band. I promise I won’t get into any trouble.” There is a hint of playfulness in his voice as he gazes up at the bouncer.

The bouncer rolls his eyes. “ I see that being inside hasn’t crushed your spirit, Styles.”

The boy grins. He is, as Bianca would say, Hot with a capital H. The boy stands all with clothing that cling to his chiselled, perfected muscles and a mess of curly, dark hair  that graces superlative facial features  . Patterns of ink are visible under his white t-shirt, even under the dimly lit street. He stands with confidence and sex. His eyes burn with passion. He is the sexiest person I have ever seen. The type of guy any girl would fall to the mercy off. The type of guy that who looks like he has overdosed on sexy pills.

“Aw, come on, Phil.” The man pleads, clasping his hands in front of the bouncer’s face and begins to beg. “ I need this gig. Please -”

Phil shrugs, abruptly bored. “Whatever. Go on in.”

The boy laughs, sliding past him, quick as an eel. I like the lilt to his shoulders, the way he tosses his hair as he went. 

“You thought he was cute,” Bianca squeals down at me, gripping my hand with excitement.  “Didn’t you?”

I shake my head, returning to the now again. “N-no,” stuttering defensively, I try to fight the blush that I can feel burning in my cheeks. “ I was just curious to see what  would happen.”

Bianca scoffs, pawing the air. “ Yeah, right. Tell me that after you pick your jaw  up the ground.”

I dig my elbow affectionately into her ribs, but didn’t say any more.

The bar is filled with loud music, college-aged kids and the scent of alcohol and sweat, which lingers in the humid air. Coloured lights play over the dance floor, turning it into a multicoloured fairyland of ice blues and acid greens, hot pinks and golds. 

People are dancing , or what passes for it - a lot of swaying back and forth with occasional lunges towards the floor as if one of them had dropped a contact lens. Young girls grind against their horny, pleasure-seeking dates as they twirl their butts in a sprightly dance . A boy with a lip piercing and a teddy bear backpack is handing out free tablets of herbal ecstasy, his bright blue hair sparkling with sweat. But it isn’t the promiscuous Asian couple who are making out passionately in the corner that has my attention, or how a man at the bar continues to make googly eyes at Bianca and I. No, it’s the hot guy with the southern accent that has my full concentration.

His dark eyes are focused on his guy as his tunes it, eyebrows furrowed as he gently trails his fingers across the strings. I am in totally transfixed with this guy. A guitar pick in his mouth, bandana across his forehead and multiply tattoos visible on his muscular arms, he is something right out of a music video or a teen romance novel. Yes, the bad boys are always irresistible. But then again, I wasn’t that type of girl.