One D D'd Me

Chapter One

The light of my cigarette burned throughout the darkness of the night. "Yeah, I smoke! Got a problem with that?" I said passive aggressively to the old woman staring at me as she looked at me disapprovingly. Uni was a nightmare today. I keep thinking, "what's the fucking point? You know? Why can't I just be who I am and be left alone." I pull off a bullseye shot by flicking my ciggy into the garbage can next to me, then I hear "Bloody good shot!" I look next to me and see a tall curly haired fucker with green eyes looking at me in awe. I smirk him off and say "I didn't even notice". He smiled politely and said "Are you heading back into my club?" I looked at him doubtfully and say "Your club?" he nods. I figure out who he is, owner of The Style Club, Harry himself. "I dunno, it's a bit shit" he continued smiling and his eyes narrowed, "Oh yeah?" he said "well maybe the VIP room might change your mind, join me there in five" I look at him with mild amusement and push past him and say "prove it" and walk back into the club.

Harry peaked my interest so I walk around the club searching for this so called 'VIP Room'. When I find it I see bouncers against the door looking at me as if to say "you don't belong here" and it's true, my 1975 t-shirt, ripped black jeans, plaid oversized red and black shirt and big Doc Martains prove that but I attempt to go in anyway. One of the bouncers puts his hand against my shoulder and says "where do you think you're going?" I step back putting my hands on my hips and say sarcastically, "I've been cordially invited by your one and only" "alright then, what's your name" the bouncer fires back "the names Sheena". The bouncer scans his list and tells me my names not on there, obviously, then Harry pokes his head around the door and gives them the go ahead to let me in.

As I walked down the narrow hallway filled with dimly lit red lights, a rush of adrenalin forces its way through my veins. At the end was another set of bouncers guarding a gray metal looking door, neither Harry or the bouncers say anything, they just nodded towards one another as the bouncers slowly opened the door leading to 'The VIP Room'. I'm overwhelmed by the loud thumping bass and laughter of male and female voices, the room filled with smoke and lit darkly with purple and red lights. All eyes focus on me as I enter, there are four other males and two other girls who are scarcely dressed who look around my age. I look at Harry raising my eyebrow as if to say "so you must do this a lot then". He brushes my look off with his characteristic smile and introduces me to his friends."This is..." he looks at me realizing he never asked me for my name "Sheena" I say begrudgingly, "Sheena yeah" he continues, "Sheena this is Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall". No one say anything for what feels like an eternity, I don't usually get nervous or shy but right now I am, I don't show it though, I can't show it. "So this doesn't seem much different to the actual club area" I say to Harry, I can tell he is getting annoyed with my remarks. "It's not what is in this room Sheena, it's what goes on in it" He winks at me, I can't help but look slightly amused. He points me over to the round table where everyone else is sat and tells them to make room for me, theres a bong in the middle of it and Harry points his eyes towards it as if to say 'have some'. I lean forward and put my lips around the tube and begin to inhale through it. Harry watches memorized, I can feel him staring at me and for some reason, I carry on.

"So what are you studying?" says Niall, at least I think it was Niall, his Irish accent stuck out. I look at him and say "Feminism in the Political World". They all look at me with a surprised face, I don't think they expected it. "Oh wow, so what do you wanna be, the next Priminster or something? Fight for Feminist rights?" says Niall. I say "no, that's what everyone wants to do really if you think about it, I want to take down the Man." This time one of the girls speaks up and says "Yes Girl! I'm so all about defeating the man and fighting for womans rights" as I look towards her, she's sat on Zayn's knee by now with just her bralett and short leather skirt on, I say "sure you are" and smirk to myself. Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to judge her but what does she expect really? The next song comes on, it sounds exactly like the previous one, the only reason I know the difference is because Liam stands up to his feet fist pumping saying "God, I love this song!" I roll my eyes as the bass and shitty rythm pumps through the room. Harry notices and says "what is this music not good enough for you either?" I laugh at his remark and say "I didn't think you'd notice, but no, it's not" "so what kind of music do you like?" "Oh I don't think you would know them, they're kinda obscure, they're called Arctic Monkeys" Louis exclaims "wait Arctic Monkeys? I love their song 'Do I Wanna Know!' I couldn't help but look puzzled as I say "yeah... me too it's my favorite song..." as if these tossers know them, they probably heard it on the radio like once.

Harry pauses the music, the rest of them start getting ready to go and I say "what's going on?" Harry walks towards me and reaches out his hand to help me up off the round sofa at the table. "How about you join us to our private jet?" "Your Private Jet?" I say puzzled, I mean, why wouldn't they have one really. "Yeah" Harry continues "and come somewhere with us?" Where could they be going right now seriously, I bet it's somewhere shit where there's nothing to do except watch young girls swoon over them, "I'd rather not, you told me this room would be better than your club and so far I've smoke a small bit of weed and had shit music drummed into my ear" Harry chuckled and just took my hand and led me towards outside, I followed without fight, for some reason.

We get into the big Limo that looks like a Jeep, on the inside it has a pole, a table with champagne bottles on and of course, what seems to be the preferred interior colour, Dim red lights. The girls head straight to the pole and start strutting about sexually dancing. I think to myself "I'm all about fighting for womens rights" mocking the girl in the leather skirt. I sit down on the black velvet seats inside the car, Harry sits next to me and hands me a champagne glass and pours me a drink. "Where exactly are we going?" I ask, Harry answers me saying "It's a surprise" I look at him wondering why he's so confident with taking a random girl he has never met somewhere, does he think I don't have family? Friends? Classes to attend to in the morning? I guess since I didn't mention any of it he must assume I don't, he assumed correctly.

"So, who are you exactly?" Harry asks as he sits into his seat after putting down the champagne. "I'm Sheena" I say bluntly. He frowns at me. "No, seriously, I want to get to know you, really know you". I raise my eyebrow. "I was born in Blackpool, was constantly in and out of care homes, I was apparently too much to handle for foster parents, they didn't like my attitude, didn't think I was right in the head, so eventually when I turned 12 and I was back in the care home I snuck out with this older girl called Sally, she was tattoo'd and drugged up like you'd never believe, but she looked after me, she was like my big sister." I don't think Harry knew what to say back, he looked solemn, as if I just told him I killed his cat or something. I don't want him feeling sorry for me, I'm past the pitty looks and the 'I'm here for you's', 'cause they're not, they never are. "What happened? Are you still living in a care home?" "No, Sally used to have older men mates that let her stay in their flat when things were rough, she'd take me along with her if she caught me crying or drinking, she knew I needed escape too. I obviously went to school, the care home arranged that for me, but they sent me to snob school.com, it was full of shit-heads and snotty people, not my crowd at all. So I just spent my time studying constantly and kept my head down." "You were drinking at 12 years old?!" Harry exclaimed. "Yeah, it's easy to get free beer when you're small, easy to steal." I couldn't tell if Harry was confused or disgusted, either way he stopped asking questions and just sat in dismay, or at least I thought. "So I take it you live in the flat still with Sally?" I took a deep breathe. "No, just alone. Turns out the men who had the flat that we stayed in wanted Sally for themselves, she went with them dazed and confused, I keep going back to the flat because it's the place that reminded me of a home more since she said it was our escape." "Wow, so you have a pretty dark past huh?" Harry questions, I don't answer, he doesn't need one, he already knows it.

A few more glasses of champagne later we finally stop driving. The driver opens up our doors and lets us all out. everyone kinda fumbles out tripping over each other. I don't, I'm hardly even drunk. I see Harry's private jet, it was big for one, with disco lights shining out of it, the stewardess approaches the five lads saying"Hello boys" in a cheeky sort of way, they all respond with things like "hey sexy", it made me feel sick. We clambered up the steps to inside the jet, again, champagne bottles neatly presented on the tables. this time the interior looked a bit nicer, white and cream coloured leather seats, white walls, cream carpets and neon lights. "So where have you been?" Harry asks. "Blackpool, that's it" I answer. "That's all?" Harry asks, I nod. He tells me I'm in for a treat but it's a 12 hour flight so get some rest. I'm already tired at this point so I lie down on one of the long sofas, Harry draws curtains that seemed to appear from nowhere but they were pinned to each side of the plane walls. Finally, a comfy bed to sleep on and some peace.