Ultraviolet

Two

I changed the way I typed because it was irritating me :)
Harry's POV:

A mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke fills the air as I stride into the nightclub praying that the bartenders easy going enough to let me grab a few drinks. Fucking America, 21 is a stupid age limit.

The atmosphere in this place was immaculate. The music wasn't too loud that you had to shout over people, the purple lights were calming but so damn cool and it looked like nobody gave a shit.

My kind of place.

I squint my eyes to search through the sea of people to try and spot the bar but decided to give up and ask someone after I had stood there like an idiot for two solid minutes.

I walk over to the furthest corner where I saw four people chilled on a leather couch and an armchair. There's two guys, one with dark brown hair and one with very fair hair. The fair haired one looked like he was asleep and the dark haired one was very intimidating. I'm not good with scary people.

I look to the girls, one blonde and one brunette. The brunette looked like she had too much to drink and her brown eyes were beginning to close, pale pink lipstick smeared across her cheek. The blonde one looked bold. She had greenish eyes like me and a bright red lip.

My type.

Her face was very structured and her hair flowed down her back and shoulders effortlessly. She wore a black satin dress that cut off mid thigh and cut down low at her chest to reveal some cleavage. It hugged her body as the material clung to her tiny waist and gorgeous curves. She's quite breathtaking.

Damn

I quickly remembered what I came over here for and snapped out of my stare.

"excuse me" I called out
.
"WHAT!" Thé blondie yelled, clearly taking her mates by surprise.
"Sorry to disturb you" I said with a hint of guilt. They were obviously in the middle of something.
"What do you want"  she asked with a polite smile. The hint of anger in her voice didn't sound right against her pretty smile.
"I was just wondering where the drinks are"
"Are you blind?" She asked abruptly.
I-I sorry?" I said, slightly taken aback.
There was no need to be rude I was just asking.
"Look kid are you even old enough to drink?" She asked.
"I'm 19." I say with less confidence than before.
"That's a no then" she said with a quick wave of  her hand beckoning me to leave.
"Well you don't look old enough to drink here either" I fired back.
"I'm 20"
"Exactl-"
"I own this place" she cuts me off.
"Oh."
Great job Harry now you're fucked.
"I'm sorry I didn't know, I'll just leave" I say hurriedly.
"Wait" she said with her palm to her forehead, "get whatever the fuck you want and say it's for Valentina. Just don't bother me again, got it?"
"Er yes, thank you" i says with a toothy smile.
Pretty name for a pretty girl.
"Do I know you? You just look familiar" She asked with genuine interest this time.
"Well you probably know my band I'm Harry styles from one direction" i says with pride.
"Nah thats not it you just look like my plumber but nice name, styles." She states.
Is she serious or is she just doing that to annoy me?

Anyway, best not to dwell. I stroll over to the bar that I had clearly missed on the way in.

Maybe I was blind.

I go up to the guy behind the bar and ask him for straight tequila.

That'll take the edge off.

Today was not fun and I needed a distraction. We spent all day recording the new album and management are so fucking picky that we weren't allowed to stop until we got it perfect. Louis fucked around so it took us twice as long as it usually does.
He's such a dickhead sometimes