The beginning (h.s)

Chapter 1

The lights flashed and the music rushed through my body as I swayed along with the beat gulping down another shot of the vile liquid. Sami has already left with some guy and I am drunk, alone, and underdressed in a club.

Don't overthink it Blair.

I take another shot and I can feel the alcohol in my veins.

I feel more confident already and get enough courage to walk over to someone. I can't see there face in the dark, but I can feel there toned figure as I start to dance along with them.

We have been dancing for two or three songs and I feel the strangers moment slow.
His hand leaves mine and he steps closer. His hands trace my upper back and now we are just inches away from touching.

A buff security guard appears and pulls me off of him, pushing me back into the crowd.
"You can't just dance with any girl Harry. You know what they would do if they knew who you were." He states giving him a stern look.

Harry?

I think I have heard that name before.
He is probably just some douchy famous singer that girls melt over or some crap, I could care less.

"She isn't like the other girls." Harry says to his guard with a goofy smile on his face. I could now make out a sweep of curls on his head and hear his strong British accent.

I walk back to the bar, but my stuff isn't there.
I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding in. I guess I'm walking home.

I walk out of the club and regret coming to the club in the first place. I should have stayed home and just watched Netflix instead of going out. I should hoard known how it would turn out.

As I walk it starts to rain.
Are you fucking kidding me? This is going to be a long walk.
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I kick my shoes off as I head into my fathers house. I don't have the keys to my apartment and I know I'm going to regret this. I look around and realize my father isn't home.
Thank god.

I run age through his room and find the spare key to my apartment I gave him, and walked out of the house not even bothering to close the door.

As I walk into my place I throw the soaking dress I was wearing into my laundry him and put on a new pear of underwear and take off my bra. I put on a large shirt and drift to sleep.