Forgotten Night

Chapter 1

For most teenage girls, walking out of your room onto your balcony and seeing a bunch of celebrities swimming in your pool and making drinks would be a complete and utter shock. Not for me. This is just another friday night at my house. When your parents own a record label, celebrity appearances become quite a common occurrence. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I’m very lucky to have the things I have and to live a great life. It just gets tiring having to always be a perfect hostess. 

I sigh as I turn to go back into my bedroom. As I search through my draw to find my favourite bikini, I think about the party going on downstairs. Although I have all these grown up things going on around me, i’m still a seventeen year-old girl, which means I’m more or less thinking about one thing. Boys. But for me, it's not just any boy, but one in particular. One I had been crushing on since i was 13 years old. His name is Justin Bieber. I’ve only ever spoken to him twice in my life; once when he’d been on some things he shouldn’t have even taken, and once when he’d almost broke a lamp. Turns out he didn’t even remember the night I looked after him. But all I can think about is whether or not he will be at the party tonight. I jump up as I finally find what I was looking for and ignore the mess i’d just made in my walk in closet. I walk to the bathroom and get changed.  My phone vibrates in the pocket of my genie pants which i had just taken off. it’s a text from my mother;

“Tonight is just a small gathering honey so if you like you can have an early night xx K”

My mother always signs her texts with a K. Her name is Karen. She has beautiful, slightly wavy dark brown hair. I guess thats where I get my hair from. I go to put my phone down when I get a text from Brenna;

“Sorry. Can’t come tonight. Brodie issues. Will explain tomorrow. Love Bren x”

Bren is my best friend. She’s a year older than me but we’re practically sisters. Brodie is her ON/OFF [more off than on] boyfriend.

Even though Brenna won’t be here I decide to still go downstairs. I just fix up my make up a little and curl the front parts of my hair loosely. I look at my reflection. Even though I’m thin and I have an athletic body and a decent tan, I can’t help but find flaws in myself.

I grabbed my white lace cover up and put it on as I head down the stairs.

This is definitely NOT a small gathering. But my mum never really was one for doing things small. There has to be at least 40 people in this room alone. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink. 

“You shouldn’t be drinking that miss Lockwood”, a far too familiar voice said.

I turned and saw my ex-boyfriend, Dylan O’Brien, standing way too close and from the smell of his breath, he’s drunk way too much liquor. He’s absolutely gorgeous and one of the most genuine guys i’ve met but it just didn’t work out between us.

“Oh uh, hey Dyl, look I’m not in the mood and my mum needs me so-“ 

“Babe shhh“ he cut  me off as he starts groping me and kissing  my neck.

“Stop” I say and push him off. I barge past him and walk outside. To say Dylan was still in love with me wouldn’t be a lie. I try to ignore what just happened as i throw the rest of my drink back.

The party is in full swing, there are people everywhere, and DJ Tay James is pumping the music so loud people on the other side of the country could hear it. I put down my glass, take off my cover up and step into the pool. It’s times like this I’m glad our pool is heated. I dive under and when I resurface I see Justin sitting on the edge of the pool with his pants rolled up. He looks gorgeous in his light blue button-up shirt. It’s as if he’s in his own dark little corner, with only the reflection of lights on the water lighting up his face.
For some unknown reason I decided to swim over into the unlit area of the pool and start to get out of the pool. I accidentally slip and my hand lands on what feels like a shoulder.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I-“ I paused, completely unable to speak. The boy who I’m currently locking eyes with is Justin.

“Uh-I”

“It’s okay sweetheart” he said.

Sweetheart? What does that mean? Is he being nice or rude? I don’t know what comes over me but I find myself whispering in his ear.

“Meet me in the kitchen in 20 minutes.”

I get up and walk inside, so embarrassed and surprised about what had just happened. What was I thinking? A guy like Justin would never be into me? Especially not after I just fell on him like some clumsy idiot!

I run back up to my bathroom and jump in the shower. While i’m quickly washing my hair I think about what to do. Justin probably won’t even come. But what if he does? I have to be there just in case. 

I get out, blow-dry my hair and loosely curl it. I decide to put on my red knitted skirt, with my black crop t-shirt. I put on my white nike air force shoes.  I look at the time. 5 minutes until i’m supposed to meet justin. I check that this part of the house is blocked off to guests and i let the guards know that Justin might be coming through. I’m nervous for how the rest of the night is going to go.

A/N:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY FIRST CHAPTER

in case you haven't seen the cover i picture zoëy to look like nina dobrev.

I have the next few written in my writing journal so i will get them typed up and posted ASAP

i love you all, comment to let me know what you thought, and i'll pick someone and dedicate the next chapter to you!

I dedicated this to Deanna Ingraham because she is amazing, and i know im nothing like her and im not trying to be, this is just fun for me to write, but she's incredible and regardless of the fact that im not trying to be a legit writer i look up to her so much. 

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