One Shots *Closed*

Hannah and Preston (TBNRFrags)

Dedicated to @PureSilver78

*Hannah's POV*

~>One hour earlier<~

"You know...I'm not sure I'm up for this... Can't we just stay here and watch movies or something?" I ask my friend Ashley, who is going through her closet in search of two perfect outfits.

"Come on Hannah! This will be fun! You just wait!" she replies enthusiastically, throwing a few things out at me.

"Now," she continues, "black or purple?"

Thatis how I ended up standing in front of a club blasting with music in a flowing purple spaghetti-strap dress with silver beading along the waist line, acting as a belt. Only a cropped leather jacket over it keeping the cold air off of my arms.

Ashley is beside me in a strapless, sequined, black dress with a sweetheart neckline and a shiny gold jacket over that.

As we get to the front of the line we pull out our IDs - fake IDs - and show them to the bouncer.

He opens the door and lets us in. We take one step in the door and are already swallowed by the crowd.

Ashley shouts something at me, but I barely hear her. It was something like already going to dance with the crowd.

I sigh, now by myself, and head straight for the bar. I ask for a beer, but I don't sit down at the bar.

Once I get my beer, I walk over to an empty table, though it's a bit messy. I sit down, brushing a few napkins out of the way and sip my beer.

This is so not how I saw my night going. I have a class at nine tomorrow. I'm not drinking a lot because a hangover plus class is not a good mixture.

Three weeks into college and I wake up with a hangover. Not good. I should at least be partially sober in case Ashley gets herself into trouble. Right?

Great now I'm rambling on. To myself.

I stand up quickly, maybe a little too quickly. I find myself bumping into another person. My drink spilling on them, their drink spilling on me.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize quickly.

"No, don't worry about it. I'm sorry." I could tell now that this person I ran into was a guy.

When I look up, I see just how hot this guy is.

"It's fine," I reply and grab a few napkins from the table. I hand a few to him and use some to wipe the alcohol from my now damp shirt.

"Thanks. I'm Preston by the way," he says doing the same to his shirt.

"Hannah," I say smiling at him. I set the napkins back down on the table when I've wiped off as mush as possible.

"Well, Hannah, how come your all alone?"

"Oh, well, my friend is much more into this than I am. She forced me into coming here; that may or may not be an exaggeration. I'll let you decide. Anyways, she kind of ditched me. Don't worry about it though," I brush it off.

"Well, I was sort of forced here too. Apparently I've been 'studying too much,' as my friends put it. How about we do this our way; we can hang out and leave them to do their thing."

"Why not? I'd be sitting here alone anyways. That sounds like much more fun," I tell him and put my empty cup on the table.

He leads me back to the bar where he gets a few shots of something and sits down. He pats the seat next to him, so I sit down there.