You and Me, Forever

Clubbing

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Camila's POV

Clubbing has never been my thing. The noise, the heat, the strangers in my face are making it impossible to enjoy the music and dance with your friends. I used to bear it slightly better but in the past year I completely got disgusted by the thought of going into a crowded club.

I absolutely have no idea how I still ended up in a club tonight, it was totally against my will, but my friends know how to get on my nerves until I finally give in and I guess this is what happened tonight as well. One of my friend is celebrating her 22nd birthday and she is quite the clubber if you ask me. I know I would have felt bad if I just left when they headed to the place so I was left with no choice.

Shawn is in the studio tonight working on a new song but he texts me that he is dropping by later so we can come home together. The thought of him is the only thing that is keeping me going right now, because when we get to the place I get anxious about even just going in.

I'm not the type of person who fits into this crowd, all the girls are wearing the shortest skirts with baring tops leaving just a little to the imagination, so it's pretty clear that I'm quite an outsider in my modest black mom jeans and striped shirt. Walking in I make up my mind I'll try my best to enjoy the night. We order shots and the birthday girl gets a bottle of champagne that's on the house. I chug down a vodka soda and an hour later I'm feeling kinda numb enough to say yes when my friends start dragging me to the dancefloor.

I'm not drunk, I'm far from that, the alcohol just helped me ease my anxiety and let lose a bit. I push my doubts to the back of my mind as we mingle into the crowd, the music is alright, I swing myself to the rhythm and keep telling myself this isn't too bad.

At one point I head to the restroom feeling the need to escape the loud bass of the music for a little while. As I'm standing in the line I check my phone and see that Shawn has texted me not too long ago.

"On my way, how is the party?"

I smile down at the screen typing my response.

"Could be worse. Can't wait for you to be here!"

It's my turn now so I slide my phone into my purse and do my business. Once I'm done I head out to find my friends. I kind of remember where they were when I left, but as I'm pushing my way through the sea of bodies I just can't see them anywhere. I'm go around looking for any familiar faces, but I have no luck. Then I decide to check at the table we were at earlier. As I'm making my way there I get pushed around by the dancing crowd. I try to keep my balance and just bounce back, but I'm growing annoyed of how I can't even take two steps without someone bumping into me.

Walking past a bunch of drunk guys I feel someone grabbing onto my butt and I immediately spin around, finding myself face to face one of the drunk jerks, grinning down at me proudly, as if he just won an award. Well, I have an award for him, Biggest Douche Of The Club!

His hands move to my hips with the intention of pulling me against him, but I slap my hands against his chest keeping him away from me.

"Excuse me!?" I shout over the music, but it just makes him laugh.

"Feisty!" he slurs at me and his breath smells like pure whisky, it's disgusting. I try to take a step back, but there is no space so he can easily grab my wrist and yank me closer.

"Let me go!" I demand but my tries to free myself just simply entertains him. What shocks me that no one around us seem to notice what is happening, they are too busy grinding on their dance partners to see that someone might need help around them.

I'm ready to punch him in the face with my free hand when his grip suddenly disappears and horror appears on his distorted face.

"Dude, didn't you hear her? Are you fucking dumb?"

Shawn is standing right behind me, one arm around my shoulders protectively, his other hand is still holding onto the guy's wrist, twisting it slightly, just to make it clear to him he needs to stop.

"S-Sorry man. I d-didn't know..."

"Didn't know what? That she has a boyfriend? And what, you can just freely terrorize a single girl? You're disgusting, dude, get yourself checked and stop harassing women." His voice is low and demanding, the guy is shitting his pants as he nods his head quickly, before turning around and disappearing in the crowd.

Shawn brings both his arms around me and I hug his waist tightly as we make our way to the area that leads to the restrooms, but it's a bit separated so you can actually talk there. My anxiety is kicking in by the time we get there and I'm on the verge of tears. This is exactly why I hate clubs, some people just think they can do whatever they want when they are drunk.

Stopping at a corner he turns me to face him and he cups my cheeks in his palms.

"You okay? Are you hurt?" he asks worriedly, scanning through my face looking for anything that jerk could have done.

"I-I'm fine, I just want to go home," I mumble trying to hold my tears back, I definitely don't want to start crying here.

Shawn nods pulling me into a tight hug and it's all I need right now, the feeling of him with me, because if he is here, nothing bad can happen.

"Let's find your friends and tell them we are leaving."

As I was thinking earlier, we find them at the table, laughing at something, but when they see us and how upset I look they immediately circle us worried.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened?" they ask and I just shake my head.

"I'll tell about it later, but we are heading home now," I say apologetically. I wasn't planning on leaving so early, but I can't stay any longer here.

"Yeah, get some rest, we'll talk later."

"Take care babe!"

"Thank you for coming!"

They hug me one by one and finally we leave the place. Shawn called an Uber earlier so when we exit the club it's already there waiting for us. We cozy up in the back, I nuzzle against Shawn's side resting my head on his chest as his hand is running up and down on my back soothingly. He never lets go of me, not even when we are heading up to our apartment. He keeps an arm around me at all times and I'm happy to have him physically close to me.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you?" he asks when we are standing in the elevator, kissing my forehead gently. I shake my head no.

"I'd rather just have a quick shower and go to bed."

And this is exactly what I do. I wait till Shawn does the same and he joins me in bed, immediately wrapping me in his arms pulling me to his chest and I don't protest.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," I mumble with my eyes closed, just enjoying his presence. His scent is filling my nose and I'm listening to his steady breathing.

"Anything for you. I love you," he kisses the top of my head.

"I love you too," I mumble before I let myself drift to sleep and forget about everything that has happened today, and just get lost in Shawn's arms.

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