Don't Know Why

Chapter 13

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Alanna...

The adrenaline had fizzled out a little as the concert drew to an end. But you could tell it was still very much present, perhaps replaced with a different kind of zeal.

The urge to dance and get drunk.

And if you were paying close enough attention, you'd notice the air had been slightly charged with sexual undertones as well. Maybe the desire for a hookup was somewhere in the mix too.

I wasn't entirely sure at first if the group we were travelling with are all free of attachments. But I guess that's likely the case as it seems most of them – though none appear to be actively on the prowl – would entertain the possibility of going to bed with someone tonight.

Even Lauren was subtly showcasing a more feminine side to her. Admittedly a refreshing sight to her usually tomboyish appeal, even if she's charming either way.

My best friend is no exception either.

Seriously, I won't be surprised when she phones me the following day to share with me intricate details of Louis and her banging.

And they tell me and Harry to get a room when we're just talking. Yeah, right.

"Good thing Claire's brother got us an in. This place is packing."

Lauren's comment disrupted me from pulling a face at Kate who happened to catch my eye that same time. Her smile quickly morphing to a sheepish one. I just flashed her a smirk.

"Yeah" I agreed as we moved quickly to the front.

It was just another thirty minute drive to Shoreditch from the Arena, but turned into forty five. It seems a quarter of London just decided to have a drive out in town on the same night. When we finally arrived, the line had indeed piled up and just as Lauren said, if it weren't for connections we'd probably be getting in close to one am.

It was 11:45.

Eyeing the place as we stepped in, I could instantly understand why it was such a hit.

The venue itself was genius as it made use of a rundown railway yard. There was also a garden outside as well which was more famous during the day where lunch up to dinner menus are served. But its versatility extends well beyond midnight as patrons could still grab a seat and have a start on cocktails and tapas while waiting in line.

The inside was equally impressive, if not more. It appears the owner didn't spend a single penny on refurbishments but chose to highlight the slightly-worn-down industrial theme it was going for. The equipment however, was a different story as these were obviously where the money went.

The sounds, expectedly like with other bars – made our veins thrum.

But it was the lights that brought it to another level. Like a trusty set of makeup in a woman's arsenal, it strategically hid flaws and highlighted notable areas. I doubt the walls looked as artistic during daytime.

But right now, it was almost spellbinding and effortlessly staged the mood I believe it's completely aiming for – fun. Exciting. Sexy.

"Neil!"

My head was just barely turning towards the source of the shout when Claire came zooming past me and straight into the arms of a man who I assumed was her brother. Their embrace was brief. But you could perfectly see there was no shortage of affection.