Eleanor's POV.
As I make my way to the restrooms, a girl with a short purple dress seems to be passed out with sweat beads covering her face. Another is holding her mouth as if she is about to vomit, she runs through the hall and swings the restroom's doors then throws up in the sink as I predicted. Some other girls are fixing their make-up and give no attention to the vomiting girl.
As I enter the restroom, all three heads turn to face me. A blonde one, chewing her gum so loudly ask me "you new sweetheart?" What's that suppose to mean? I give her a confused look. " oh, I can so tell dear! I mean the hair, the make-up.. It's all wrong dear." She chews her gum loudly and get's a hold of my hair. The restroom doors are still wide open.
"Get away from her." A low heavy voice comes from behind me.
"Harold Styles?" The brunette next to her looks shocked.
"It's you.." He takes a deep breath. I can tell he doesn't recall her name which makes me some how laugh under my breath.
"Sasha." She finishes his thoughts.
"Nice to see you again. Eleanor let's go." He drags me out like a rag doll that belongs to a small child.
"Wait." I yank my hand out. He turns facing me with a bit of confusion and he looks scared of something.
"First that red head, then this brunette." I glare.
"Yeah, I know it looks bad but they were my old college friends.."
"Harry, if you had a past here you shouldn't have brought me here."
"I-I didn't think they would be here." He puts one hand on his hip and pinches the bridge of his nose with the other. "This gonna be fun, I'm not gonna let the shit faces ruin it for us."
"Okay." I whisper. I don't really find this place a proper one for a night out. It's full of drunks and alcohol and all that jazz that I never even dreamt about touching.
"I'm gonna go get a drink, you wanna come?" He leans in towards me and says into my ear. I have no way to say no other than I don't want to wonder around alone, especially that I only came with him.
"I'm not gonna drink." I keep my eyes wide open. At this moment I want to ask him about the brunette and red head, but I keep quiet as always. Maybe he will come around and tell me if I give him clues through my words?
"Suit yourself." He shrugs then takes my hand to lead me towards the bar tender. "Two shot of the usual." He taps the glass counter.
"Coming right up Styles!" He winks. The usual?
"So how many times have you been here before..?" Trying to make small conversation as I look off to the dancing crowd and the bar tender comes back.
"When I felt suicidal." He chugs the first shot. I make no comment. "I mean.. College days." He picks up another and tries to hand it to me. I push it away.
"Don't you know I don't drink?" I have a sorrow look on my face.
Shot after shot, drink after drink. I get tired of just watching him. This is just like last time.. 'Going out to have fun.'
"Let's dance." He gets up and almost trips on my feet.
The red head comes back around with a cigarette in hand and takes his hand without a word, she leads him on to the dancing crowd. I sigh and huff. Watching him dance and make a fool of him self makes me laugh from time to time.
A man catches my eye. He has been watching me the whole time, watching me laugh about Harry but probably thinking that I'm drunk. He kind of looks like Luke. The older Luke Hemmings. We make quick eye contact. I look the other way and head towards Harry.
