Our Story

13

A/n- heyyyyyoooooo, so I'm pretty sure the spacing is about to be fucked up........grrrrrr

Sam
"No, I'm not going." I protest, laying my head back on to my hello kitty pillow.

Emily groans, throwing a black dress on to my bed. "Yes the hell you are. You've been in this room for three days, it's time you move on." She says.
It's true, I haven't been eating, and I've been sitting on my bed for the past three days, other than to eat or shower.

I know I shouldn't be that affected by what harry said, but I thought he really cared about me. "Please, Niall is picking us up at eight." I raise an eyebrow. "Niall? I thought you two weren't talking."

Her checks turn slightly red. "He erm, called me the other day...we went out, he asked me to be his girlfriend!" She squeals.

I'm happy for her, I really am, but I'm also extremely jealous. Harry rejected me. And here she is, beautiful, in a relationship with niall, while I'm alone. "Niall's bringing a friend." She yells from the hallway.

I shake my head. "No, no blind dates!" She rolls her eyes. "We'll would you rather be a third wheel?" She tests.

"I'd rather not go at all." I mutter.

"Your going." She points to the dress in her hand. "Now go change. It's already seven."
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"I look like a first class slut em'." I say, attempting to pull down the bottom of my dress.

"You look fine." She lies, pushing up her clev-lech, slightly. "Let's do this." She grabs niall's hand leading him towards the bar.

"I'm going to regret this." I mutter, my eyes darting around the room looking at the high, drunk, slutty people on the dance floor.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks. He looks rather fit. "I'll take a beer." Niall yells over the blasting music. "and they'll have a martini, please." My eyes widen.

"No, I'm not drinking, were not even old enough." I whisper in Emily's ear.
She laughs. "It's fine, lots of kids do it just a little to take the edge off." She shrugs.

Great. I'm at a club with a girl who is too ably going to be drunk with in an hour, and filled with a room of sweaty people who can't dance. I'm going to die.

I bring the rink up to my mouth, it smells slightly sweet, the liquid rolls down my throat, there's a slight burn but it taste good. "Good right?" Niall yells. I nod. Emily grabs niall, pushing him over to the dance floor. I'm lefts alone. Fûcking unbelievable!

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" A voice asks from behind me. I don't turn around to see the face of the creepy pervert. I simply shrug, sipping my drink. "Or do I need to walk by again." I laugh at the cliché pick up line.
I turn, and am faced with a horrible sight. My stomach practically drops threw my ass.

"Harry?" His eyes narrow. I can tell he's a bit drunk but still sober to keep a conversation. "Sam? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?"

I scoff. "Like you care."

His eyes Soften "I do care, look I'm sorry about what I said last week, I just...you haven't...I tried to call you."

I nod my head. "I know, I've been ignoring you for a reason." I gulp the rest of my drink asking the bartender for another.

"I think you've had enough." Harry says attempting to take the drink from my hands.

"No! I've just got potential started." I say, chugging my glass until it's empty.

I remove myself from Harry's presence. The liquor giving me a boost of confidence I march over to nearest guy. "Hi I'm Sam." I hold my hand out.

"I'm luke." He says, placing a soft kiss to my hand. I look over my shoulder to find harry staring directly at us. A frown is placed on his lips as he sees me Grinding on Luke.

After a good minute I look back to find harry gone. "Hey luke I'll be right back, bathroom." I say and he gives a simple 'okay'

I make the dreadful route to the girls stall.

I hear voices followed by moans in the stall next to me. I bang on the wall. "Do you mind? Disgusting." I frown. Exiting the stall.

"Sorry, no need to get your panties in a twist." The deep voice slurs. Opening the stall.

"Yeah, well if you wouldn't mind fucki-" the two figures before me makes my heart drop for the second time tonight. I feel the tears start to develop in my eyes.

Harry smiles. "Oh look Em' it's Sammy." Emily freezes, her hair is slightly matted, eyes are blood shot red, and her sliver dress is backwards.

"Emily?" I say in disbelief....