Competitive || Lucy/Camila/Lauren

five.

Explicit Content!

As we arrived inside the 'Pub', Jackie had already stood in front of Lucy and Lauren while Keana pulled me towards the dance floor. She hang her arm around my shoulder then started syncing her body with the beat of the music. Her eyes bright with a sly smile and I just stood there and watch her in awe.

Keana twirled me around and she giggled when I gave her a lopsided grin.

"But I can't dance!" I shout through the volume of the music, but Keana seems to not care that I could not dance so she slide her fingers across my exposed stomach while the other adjust my glasses.

"Yeah! And you can't wear glasses when you go to a club or a party!"

She slipped my glasses away and folded it nearly. Pinning the spectacles on my crop top. I adjust my eyes to the blurry vision, squinting at the shining lights when I didn't feel she ghosting her lips over my skin. I blinked my eyes to look at hers.

Keana have pretty eyes although it's quite dark in this Pub to find the shade of hazel in them. I travel from her pupils to her soft-looking lips— and also I got a glimpsed at her close eyes when she felt me leaning in despite the loud commotion in this room.

To me it seems clićhe, y'know. Like being romantic in a club slash pub slash flight club place where there are a lot of brutal and naughty things people are doing here. I cringed hard at just the thought of that.

And it causes me to pulled back from Keana, but the girl still remains her hand on my stomach and around my neck. She leaned in into my ear.

"Why not we get some drinks? I can introduce you to the guys," she said in her usual normal tone.

Two ways doesn't work. If Keana yelled, my ears would bleed, if she whispered, I cannot hear a damn word. She pulled me away from the dance floor and dragged me to the bar where the five British boys, whom we talked, just now, are sitting and playing around.

A long-curly blonde boy greeted Keana with the sweetest smile I ever seen.

"Harry, Camila. Camila Cabello, this is Harry Styles. There is his boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. These last three dickheads are Zayn Malik, Liam Payne and Niall Horan," Keana introduced them to me and I chuckled slightly at the term of 'dickheads'.

"Hello!" Harry said cheerfully, pulling me into a hug. I reciprocated it and look at Keana with a knowing glance. Harry tighten around me and I sighed in his chest, closing my eyes. It's like having a hug with your father. Then Louis cleared his throat and smile timidly at me before pushing his boyfriend softly away from me. He gave me a hug too.

Zayn just gave me his charming smile and Niall and Liam just greeted a british-like hello.

I never had that many friends my whole life.

"There you go," Keana passed me this weird liquid substance that is in my cup.

"What's this?" I asked.

She gulped the whole thing down and gave me a small smirk when she finished. "Just try it," she said, putting her hands on my hips.

I take a sip and look directly at where her hands are.

Straight away the alcohol kicked in and my throat is tingly and hot from the liquid taste. I just finished half of the cup and put down. Playing along, I slide my arm around her shoulder and she pulled me towards the dance floor again. The guys just muttering something at one another while Liam just shake his head at us.

I just frowned inside, confused.

Keana turned her back against me and she grind slightly on my centre. Her hot breath tingling my jaw and I put my sweaty face in her hair. I placed my arms around her torso and she slid a hand into my hair and tugged it slightly.