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Take 27 - Magic - Part 3

A/N: Please comment as you read. It makes my day. 

We drove to the nightclub in a black limousine. It kept reminded me of how much trouble Harry went to for our date, and I squeezed his hand repeatedly as a silent thank you throughout the entire ride.

I didn’t think he knew what it was for, though.

We were furthest into the limo, and somehow, Harry had secured the only place where two people—and only two people—could sit together. I was basically sitting between Harry and a bar.

The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice, though. Except every time one of them looked at our entwined hands, they made a slight gagging noise. It was okay, though, because we only responded with a big exaggerated smooch whenever they did it.

That’d teach them not to mess with our adorableness.

“We’re almost there,” Niall said and raised his champagne glass. “Drink up.”

I emptied the rest of my drink and then looked out of the window. The line was long and reached around the corner. I looked at them, the hundred-or-so hopeful youngsters who were hoping to go inside. I was reminded of the first time I’d seen a line of bright teenagers on their way to a club. It had been in England, and I’d been positively mortified. Somehow, it was just ingrained in me that you’d have to be twenty-one. Which is why I also shivered at the sight of several teenagers who couldn’t be a day over 18 at most.

It just seemed wrong, and I knew that was wrong and unsupporting of other people’s cultures, but that was how I felt.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked and squeezed my hand. “You look kind of pale.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I just find it odd when I see teenagers in the line—that’s all.”

He didn’t reply, but then again—he’d lived in England all his life where this wasn’t out of the ordinary. The limousine came to a stop, and slowly, we all made our way out of the luxurious car. I was the last out, grateful that Harry once again offered me his hand to help me out.

Club Sicario—named after its ability to kill all inhibitions—had the weirdest security system I’d ever seen. There was one guard behind this red rope, and somehow that was enough to keep most partygoers out.

Niall whispered something to the guard, and I could see a group of people behind the rope try to lean forward to eavesdrop. Some of them took out their phones and snapped pictures like crazy. It was weird for me, but with Harry’s hand in mine, I felt a strange wave of courage surge through me.

The guard let us through, much to the dismay of the people who were still waiting. Accidentally, I looked over at them. Too late, I realized that it could make me look arrogant, so I tried to send them an apologetic smile. They didn’t seem to appreciate it, though. In fact, they sent me some very inappropriate hand signals in return.

Inside, the club was covered in darkness. At least, until a set of colored lights began to twirl, playing across everyone and everything. The bar was at the far wall, and I was somewhat impressed at the colorful bottles behind the two bartenders—it was a pretty extensive collection.

Most of the floor space was used as a dance floor, but I could see small couches splattered across. Whenever we passed one of them, I tried not to stare at the people who seemed to one piece of cloth away from fornicating in public.

Niall was walking to the back of the room, and a guard showed us to where we were sitting. Apparently, it was a VIP area. I couldn’t see the appeal as it looked pretty similar to any other sofa group in the club, except this one was on a stage, and surrounded by a steel bar.

I staggered upon the stairs, and once I sat down, I realized where the allure was: this place had the perfect view to three stripper poles placed around the room.

Luckily, only a few drunk girls and guys were dancing up there, though. I didn’t think my relationship with Harry was at the stage where we could watch strip together—I hoped that we never got to that stage.

Looking over at him, he wasn’t interested in the other people, though. His head bobbed slightly to the music, but his eyes were on me. When he noticed I was looking, he smiled at me.  

The music in itself wasn’t too bad. A bit on the loud side, but from the very few encounters I’ve had with night-clubs that seemed to be pretty standard. I looked around and tried to appreciate the décor, but I still felt that I was sort of out of my element.

“Hey,” Niall said as he plopped down beside me.

I nodded a greeting to him. “Hi there, fancy running into you.”

He leaned over to me. “Are you having fun?” He almost had to yell over the loud music.

Shrugging, I looked around. “I don’t know yet.” Nodding to the poles, I continued, “Not sure what they’re for.”

Niall laughed. “Don’t worry about that.”

Louis came over to us. I hadn’t noticed he was gone, but his mood was cheery and he laughed. “Hey, guys… You know what comes before part b?”

I frowned. “No what’s that?”

He raised his hands and screamed, “Part-aaaaaay!”

My eyes widened in shock, but he was already gone. Around me, I could see Harry and Niall laugh at me.

“That was such a bad joke,” I said and shook my head when I finally got it.

 A/N: I apologize for not uploading yesterday. I was writing this essay, and then my internet basically died, leaving only my mobile. It's been a crazy couple of days. Anyway, Gonna try to make up for it with a doubble update or two. 

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