Bad Idea (Hariana)

005. EVERYONES FAVORITE BRIT

BLAIR

VICTORIA and I finally pulled up to the curb, slamming to a halt. My two other best friends, Mikey, and Troye accompanied us to the nightclub.

It was a dirty club, on the corner of an unfamiliar Los Angeles street, but I honestly had no care in the world. I adjusted the straps on my tight dress and hopped out of the car, thanking our uber driver.

I could hear the bass thumping from outside, a telltale sign that it was about to be a great time. from the street, I could see a small window inside and saw people dancing, laughing, and drinking while others stood on tables and sang songs. We all exited the uber and stood on the sidewalk, beginning to venture inside of the club.

"Wait, guys! I forgot my handbag in the uber," I called out to my friends. They didn't hear me over the loud noise and music and continued to walk inside, sneaking past the bouncer who had his attention elsewhere.

I waved down the uber driver who came to a halt, understanding that I left something behind. I opened up the back door and climbed into the backseat, grabbing my black Chanel handbag.

I thanked the driver again and exited, this time for good. the bouncer had now turned his attention back to the short line in front of him, deciding who would and who wouldn't be able to get into the club.

I took my place at the end of the line and waited patiently, expecting that I would be let it.

When it was finally my turn, I looked up at the bouncer that towered above me. He was at least 7 feet tall, two feet above me, and had an angry expression on his face.

"Name?" he asked with a sigh, rubbing his bald head. "Blair Klein," I replied boldly, guessing he would maybe know who I was. I loved to sing, but I preferred to be more behind the scenes. I was a somewhat well-known songwriter and producer, and I had met so many of my best friends from my job.

"You can't come in." he replied coldly, not taking his focus off of the clipboard in his hands. "What? " I asked in disbelief. I was so disappointed. If I didn't forget my fucking bag in the car then I wouldn't be in this situation and-

My thoughts were interrupted by a strong hand gripping my shoulder, the smell of vanilla cologne wafting into my nose.

"She's with me." announced the strong British accent. I looked up in shock at the person standing beside me. a tall man, about 6 foot. He had long shoulder-length hair and had tattoos peeking through his white shirt that clung to his muscular chest. A person that had been in the media a lot recently; harry fucking styles.

The bouncer looked at Harry, then back at me. He knew who Harry was. he had to. Harry was in the biggest boy band of the whole world, and they were making headlines right now as they just went on a 'hiatus'.

I nodded at the bouncer, trying to convince him that I knew Harry in one way or another. He let out a sigh and stepped aside, allowing Harry and me in. No way he believed me. It was the British charm working its magic.

"Oh, no! No need to thank me." Harry said with a small lopsided grin, his long curls framing his face perfectly. "Thanks, I guess," I replied blankly. I wasn't exactly sure how to approach the situation. then it clicked in my brain.

Imagine how amazing it would be if timotheé found out that I hooked up with the Harry Styles. It would be legendary.

"You're in that boyband, right?" I asked with a laugh, flipping my long ponytail off of my shoulder. Harry and I continued to walk together blindly, now towards the bar.