Moments... (One Direction) [Watty Award 2012]

Prologue

PROLOGUE:

KARLEE'S P.O.V

Neon signs flashed throughout the overpacked club filled with drunks, smokers, and wall-shaking dancers. I held my breath as the cigarettes assaulted my nostrils.

Bright lights illuminated the dance floor. I was there alone, no one to talk to or dance with. And so I'd decided I'd make some new friends. No matter what, I'd make this a night to remember, even if I had to spend it with a large amount of sweaty drunks and underage teenagers pleading with the bouncers to let them in.

My black dress hung slightly over my knees and hugged my every curve. I wished Holly was there. She had always been the one to easily make friends and plus she is a professional dancer. If only she was here.

See, we were always opposites, yet opposites are said to attract. I was the shy, insecure singer. Holly was the outgoing, flirty bad girl. She has long, blonde, straight hair and green eyes, I have long, brown, curly hair with bluish gray eyes. We're not even from the same states, me from Louisiana, Holly from California. And yet, we're best friends.

We both moved to Kentucky in ninth grade. Together, we were the new kids. So we stuck together throughout that time and then became best friends.

We're both eighteen now and out of high school. I just moved to London, England. She went back to California. Yes, we keep in touch.

I walked over to an empty barstool. "What will it be, miss?" the bartender asked.

I sighed, "surprise me?" The bartender nodded and walked away.

I was deep in thought, staring into the crowd as they held up their glasses of alcohol and sang along to the music. I wondered what went on in their lives, the reasons they were here, how their life went outside of this party.

I was still in thought moments later when the bartender arrived with a shotglass filled with a clear liquid. I didn't ask what it was nor did I hesitate to drink it. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. He had already walked off.

I poured the entire drink in my mouth and swallowed fast. It burned as it went down. I shook my head back and forth to drown the feeling. I immediately felt a buzz in my head.

I got off the barstool and began to sway my hips to the music. I danced crazily with two other young girls and a guy. I had the shots keep coming.

Ten minutes later, I couldn't even speak correctly. I felt tipsy and couldn't walk in a straight line. The next song came on, one of my favorites. I yelled for the DJ to turn it up and then stepped backwards. When I did, my black heel caught my other heels' strap. I felt my body falling back.

When I thought I hit the ground, I realized the ground wasn't there and I was in a slanted position.

I looked up to see the most mesmorizing glay blue eyes looking down at me and smiling softly. The boys hands were on my hips. I immediately recognized him.

"Hey." He whispered.

I gasped, but kept my cool. "H-hi."