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Take 27 - Magic - Part 5

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

He led me out to the overcrowded dance floor, his hand never leaving mine. With Harry, dancing didn’t seem so scary. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him. His hands went around me, heating the spot on my lower back.

“Are you having fun?” he asked as we began to dance. The flickering lights illuminated his face in a gentle way, and I could testify that Harry would be a beautiful smurf.

There were too many people on the dance floor, and despite Harry’s soft embrace, people kept bumping into me from all sides. Looking around, I saw more grinding and I wondered if I was doing something wrong.

“The evening is certainly better with you here,” I said, pressing myself closer to him. He still smelled delicious.

“Yeah?” he asked as the music changed to something with a slightly slower beat. Rocking me back and forth. “I must have one of those faces…”

Laughing, I shook my head. “No, that’s not it. It’s more like… magic.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So I’m a magician now?”

“Sure you are.” I tried to wink at him, but failed miserably. I must look like I’d gotten something in my eye. “You do magic on me all the time.”

Behind him, I caught Diana looking at us, and as our eyes meet, she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Laughing, I leaned closer to Harry. “I think Diana is enjoying herself.”

He swung me around to see for himself, and as he laughed, his chest vibrated against mine. “So I can see. To be fair, though. I think we’re providing enough entertainment for her.”

I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” I said and looked up to meet his eyes.

Lots of green stared back at me, and he cocked an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For taking me out,” I said. “For being you. For everything.”

“Anything for you, love.” He kissed my lips, sending shivers up my spine. “Sorry for leaving you like that, though,” he said. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

Feeling relaxed, I closed my eyes and—despite the heavy beat of the music—leaned against his broad chest. “It’s okay.” I sighed blissfully.

“I’m still going to make up for it,” he said. “I will always make it up to you.”

Somehow, his voice reminded me of a sweet melody. I could listen to it for hours. He swayed me around, his arms pressing against my waist. It felt lovely, and I felt safe.

“I am falling for you,” I whispered. The words tasted good on my lips. It occurred to me that words didn’t have a taste, and I began to giggle at my own silliness.

“Huh?” he said. “Did you say something?”

I shook my head, still keeping my eyes closed. “I just said that you make me feel relaxed.”

No… Relaxed wasn’t the right word. This was more like a dream. I didn’t even hear the music anymore, I just heard him.

My Harry.

I needed to open my eyes, but my eyelids were feeling heavy. When I finally opened them to cast another look at this beautiful man, I had to blink a couple of times. Somehow, I couldn’t see him clearly.

“Harry?” I asked.

“Yeah?” His voice came directly from my right.

Startled, I stumbled back, my ankle twisting in the high heels. Harry had caught me before I fell to the floor.

“Whoa…” I said. “I must be drunk already.”

He laughed. “How much did you drink while I was gone?”

I thought back and frowned.

“What?” he asked. “What’s the problem?”

“I don’t…” I stopped and rubbed my head. Why was I so tired all of a sudden? “I’ve only had two drinks from the pitcher.”

I looked up to meet his worried expression. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to stop to try and force myself to breathe. “I need some air, I think. I can’t—”

A dizzy spell came over me, interrupting my train of thoughts, and the room started spinning. Through the darkness, the flashing lights, and a slight smoke from whatever horrible smoke-machine this nightclub had, I couldn’t see Harry at all.

“Harry?” I called, panicking. “Where are you?”

“Cami?” he asked. “Are you okay?” His voice sounded like he was far away.

I shook my head. “I don’t feel so good.”

Then everything went black…

“Call 113,” someone yelled. The sound shook me out of the darkness.

I was floating, or so it felt like. I wanted to speak, but my mouth felt dry, and my whole body was boiling. My mouth wouldn’t move, and a shining bright light seemed to penetrate my eyelids. It hurt me, and I wanted to cringe away.

Mumbles of words could be heard, and I tried my best to focus on them, trying to get an idea of what was happening to me.

“… drugged… GHB…” a strange voice said. It sounded female. But the only woman I could think about was Diana. But her voice wasn’t so calm.

Another voice added something, I strained to listen. “… didn’t see anything…”

“… she okay?”

That was Harry’s voice. Harry was here. I sighed happily. If Harry were here, everything would be alright. I just had to lay down and rest now—Harry would take care of everything.

With that in mind, I tried to go back to sleep.

 A/N: Just a friendly reminder. Never leave your drink unattended. Date rape drugs do exist, even when you think you're safe. Whether you're in a club or at a private party. The events described here from Cami's POV are some of the effects of GHB, which is often used as a party drug. Other drugs includes roofies, which basically, makes you an easy target for sexual predators. 

If your school, parents or wherever you are haven't already warned you of these risks, then do me a favor and look it up. If you're going to party, party safe. I'd be devastated if anything happened to you <3 

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