Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Thirteen

After showering and shaving my legs, I slip on a skin tight black dress with thin straps. The dress isn't too short, going down to right above my knees, and it hugs all my bodies curves in a good way. I play with my dark hair a bit before deciding to just leave it down in its usual loose waves.

Hilary texted me the location of the club, letting me know to be there by 9. Once I check my steadily growing social media accounts, I grab my black stilettos with my purse and head out. Instead of taking the subway or bus like I typically do, I opt for a taxi.

As I arrive, there are a lot more people standing outside the tall building than I anticipated. Dark blue and purple lights emit from the tinted windows. I wince, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the taxi. I walk through the crowd of people unnoticed.

"Serena Danton?" I tell the guard as he scans the clipboard. With a small smile he lets me in.

I've gotten good at walking with heels. Before it was a nightmare, but with practice I've almost mastered it. There are people everywhere. I don't know how I'm supposed to find Hilary, let alone any of the people I know from MSA. The music booms, shaking the entire building. I take a deep breath in before walking up to the bar and ordering myself a vodka soda. This should calm my nerves and make this easier.

As I take my first sip, Harry pops into my head. How good he looks all the time, the way he moves, his eyes, his lips.

He's such an asshole.

I turn around, looking around I finally see Hilary sitting at a couch with a crowd of people around her. I approach her amongst the dancing bodies around me with a smile.

"Serena!" Hilary waves me over. "Come sit down!"

"Hey," I speak awkwardly, sitting down with my drink next to Hilary.

"This is Lindsey, Stacy, Kat, Zayn, and Niall," Hilary introduces everyone for me. I say a quick hi before downing the rest of my drink.

"I haven't seen you around here before," Zayn looks at me while leaning back in his seat. "You must be new."

"Well yeah, I just started modelling with Courtney. I might get my own contract soon," I laugh, happy someone is attempting to make conversation with me.

"I meant new to the club," Zayn retaliates.

Oh.

Chuckles erupt from the people around us and I fake laugh with them.

"I'm going to use the washroom," I stand up, taking in a deep breath I fix my dress.

"I'll come with!" Hilary stands up too and grabs my hand.

Hilary stumbles along beside me as she directs me to the washrooms. It's surprisingly quiet inside, with only a few girls throwing up and crying.

"So spill the tea," Hilary giggles, admiring her reflection in the mirror.

"What?" I look over as she reapplies her lipstick.

"You and Harry Styles?" She talks a little bit quieter, still with a cheeky grin.

"Oh," I laugh. "Yeah."

"So what is up with that? Are you guys dating?"

"Well-"

"Because if you are, you are so lucky!"

I look down at my feet. I've never been asked about Harry. Do I say we're dating? If we're not dating then how do I explain this?

"We're not dating, just seeing each other."

"Oh Serena!" Hilary gasps. "Please do not tell me you're just another one of his bitches that he hooks up with."