Fifth Harmony Imagines

Lauren/You: How You Met

My friend had gotten me a fake ID, so that night I went to the Glo Club
,5 minutes from my house. I was 18,but you have to be 21 to get in. I already looked about twenty, so I didn't have to worry too much about looking the part. I still decided to dress a little older. I wore a tight black dress that was open at my stomach and some tall black heels. I was already tall, but I always wore tall heels when I went out. People always asked me if I was a model,and, as shallow as I may sound, I liked getting that question. I curled my hair and after I was done I grabbed my clutch and walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock up.
When I got to the club, they let me in without any hesitation. As I walked over to the bar I could feel guys watching me and it made me chuckle All those squats and lunges paid off. Once I got to the bar, I sat down and waited. "Hey! I'm Lauren, can I buy you a drink,beautiful?" Yep. There it goes! Never fails. "Sure!" I said, smiling. Wait? Lauren? A girl? Don't get me wrong, I'm as gay as the gayest gay but normally it's the guys to offer me a drink. I looked over at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had emerald green eyes and long black hair. She was just memorizing. "What do you want to drink?" she asked smiling at me. Ugh, her smile is perfect too! "Uhhh... I'll have a Sex on the Beach." I said, smirking. "Id love to have sex on the beach with you. Oops I mean I'd love to have A sex on the beach with you." she said winking and smirking back. She ordered our drinks. "I'm y/n, by the way." I said extending my hand. She shook it. "I'd rather call you beautiful." she said. I blushed a little. "You're one to talk, pretty eyes." I said, giggling. "Oh! Pretty eyes. I like it." she said, smiling. "How old are you?" I asked, hoping she would be somewhere close to 18 and she wouldn't think she's "too old" for me. "My age depends on whether you're a snitch or not." she said. "Well, I'm not." "In that case, I'm 18, you?" she said. How lucky am I? "I just so happen to be 18 too!" I said. "This isnt one of those "If she's 18, I'm 18, too" things is it?" she asked. I laughed. "Nope." I showed her my real ID. "Good!" she said laughing. We spent the rest of the night talking and by the end of the night, we exchanged numbers.